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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
Little Buttercun.

Youths Companion.
One day we lost Baby Edna again. She is a
very sweet, loving baby, and she hardly ever
cries. Her eyes are big, and brown, and vel
vety, like pansies, and her hair is yellow like
sunshine, and fine like silk, and it curls in little
fluffy rings.
"Where's the babyp asked papa, coming home
from the store with a big golden orange in his
hand. What do you suppose he wanted of Edna2
''Sne went over to grandma's half an hour
ago" answered mamma.
"Ill go over and get her now" said papa.
But grandma hadn't seen her-the cunning
two-year-old baby, who could just toddle off all
alone herself. AuntSue had not seen her either,
nor had Uncle Will, who had been hoeing corn
in the garden all the morning.
Not a great way from grandma's house is a
meadow, and a little brook runs through it. 1t
is a very little brook indeed, but when papa
found the baby's pink sun bonnet floating in it
his face got very white. Mammals face grew
very white; too, and she wrung her hands, and
grandma's glasses got very dim; poor grandma,
so dim that she had to sit down on a big rock to
rub them clear again. There were buttercups
all ~around-tall, nodding buttercups.
In a minute grandma began to rub her eyes.
She saw, o, such a big buttercup, nid-nid-nod-
ding with the others in the sun!
why! whyp said grandma; and she got up
and walked through the tall grass nearer and
| nearer to it. That buttercup had a pair of
brown eyes and a little ~rose-leaf face and two
wee hands filed with truly buttercups. Wasn't
it real funny2
why, baby" cried grandma, "Why, baby!'
In a minute came papa, with the orange still
in his hand; and mamma, who caught up the
runaway baby and gave her a dozen kisses on
the spot
why, baby, how did You get lost away out
here2" she said.
me wasn't losted, said Baby Edna, smiling
sweetly. Me know where myself was all We
time ~
Then she rode to the house on papa's shoulder,
and had her orange. That was what he wanted
her for in the first place; of course it was. And
now papa calls Baby Edna his Little Butter
cup.n
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
THE HAT BUSINESS.
How and Where the Manufacture Originated
Its Erect Development.


How and Where the Manufacture Originated
Its Erect Development.
Cath" in New York Tribune.
In election times we bet hats. Do we ever ask
ourselves how the hat manufacture started in
this countryf Are we aware that 222 years ago
Virginia offered a premium of ten pounds of
tobacco for every good hat made of wool or fur
within her bounds2 We made so many hats in
America 150e years ago that the F~elt-makers'
Company, of London, petitioned Parliament to
prohibit all expectation of hats from the Amerl-
can colonies, on the ground that New England
alone was turning out 10, 600 hats a year. Par
lament ''g~raciously acceded" to the request.
Consequently the American hats took their own
course and were gloriied. Instead of being
made to receive the fall of an elephant out OF a
thlrd-story window, they were made light with
reference to the sunshine and the beverage which
inspireth. Danbury, in Connecticut. was making
hats 104 years ago. As late as 1845 all the hats
were made out Of real skins. The poor old
beaver disappeared from the globe in order to
furnish mans brain with a false dome. Next
the nutria had to sacrifice himself, and the
gentle muskrat was called into requisltion, and
the rabbit was drafted. The Danbury hat folks
imported rabbits to breed them artificially, but
the free minded rabbit died or jumped over the
renee. Are you aware, young gentlemen who
have paid a hat bet but have not paid for the
hat, that the Chinese first taught us how to
make the present sort or silk hat2 These hats
were started in this country just fifty years ago,
or in 1885. A Frenchman in Paris put his hand
on the Chinese silk hat, and stole the idea. We
are not probably aware that in nearly all the
English books the American hat is referred to as
a marvel of lightness and style, yet it has be-
come the habit of that class Of young men who
cannot eat dinner up an alley without a dress
coat to buy all their hats of English make, as if
they might possibly import with the hat some
corresponding brain. Kossuth had great influ-
ence In the United States to introduce here the
wide-brilnmed soft wool hat.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
A SEA OF ICE.
How Stage Oceans Are Made--the Small Boy
Made Useful |

How Stage Oceans Are Made-the Small Boy
Made Useful.
New York Mail and Express.
The ocean of the stage is produced by a num-
Der of boys lying on their backs beneath a dark
cloth and working away with their feet and
arms. Percy Fitzgerald mentions a clever illusion
In a play called The Sea OF Ice.r A woman
with her child, on a frozen sea, is exposed to the
s-aachery of the william of the story. 1t is a wild
sretic ,,..nture. Presently the ice begins to break
an. and after : time the woman and her infant
are floating on a bl,s.lk of ice in the midst of a
rolling sea. The effect was produced in the
simplest way. ''Strips of rHltened canvas
representing the ice were slowly urswn away
TO the right and left, revealing water u,i~eer-
meath, which was represented by sheets of
perfectly black bombazine, not green nor blue.
as might be expected. The effect on the audi
ence was entirely owing to the contrast with the
glaring white ice, which the artist knew caused
the waters below to look of an inky hue. The
result was founded on ocular illusion and there.
fcrs on true scenic principles There were the
boys at work, of course. under the cloth, and the
iceberg on which the f~ugitives floated away was
o wooden platform that was drawn off through
. slit in the bombazine ocean.
Real water has never been found to look so
real on the stage as its artistic imitation. You
remember the story of the low comedian who
carried under has arm a bogus pig and squeaked
himself. A rival tried the real thing, but it was
not 50 elective; the squeak did not seem 60
paturial tothe audience as the ifnitation.
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THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL. SUNDAY, JANUARY II, 1885.

world We have found, not created from our
dreams, is all about us. Put the ring on, Helen,
and trust me to keep unbroken VOWS. You shall
never regret
Lady very low and brokenly)-"I-but-I-r
Knight-"Have / been too confdent-oyer
bold, Ellie2 Is the old love all deadl Helen,
don't send me from you. j never needed you so
much-never loved you SO well Say one word,
dearest
Lady-"Tomlo
Knight tas he slowly drops diamond ring in
her lap)e'tPut it en- dear4"
Lady-"Just let
Knight-"Put-it-on!' Voice of usher in
distance: s'Frankford, Holmesburg, Bristol and
Trenton.") Thanks; here's your train. Tele-
graph me when to meet YOU" tPicks up bag,
umbrella, shawl-strap and basket of roses Lady
following him with gloves and book. E. T. starts
up, impulsively, but thinks better of 1t, and
sinks back on her seat, beaming benignant and
heartfelt congratulations from behind her glasses
as they disappear from view.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
DREAM.
He Has a Wonderful Vision Which He Relates
to the Cold Tea Man.

W II OO1U ed AnA
Pittsburg Chronicle Telegraph.
81 dreamt," said Mr.. Jarphly, looking at the
man with the Cold Tea scheme very solernnly,
M Goshorn, l dreamt was an editor"
go 'wayl'
ssFact!"
Dream you was hungF
"Dreamt you ought to be. didn't your
"Most singular dream / ever had in my life"
continued Mr.. Jarphly, with somber emphasis,
paying no attention to Mr.. Goshorn's ribaldry.
Il dreamt | was an editor, sitting in my editorial
chair, asserting season tickets and annual
passes, when / noticed that the door, as usual,
had been left open by the last prize poet; |
thought I'd worn myself out on that door, and
that I had Shut the door, please shut the
door, Darn you, shut the doorp VILLAIN! Close
the door, pasted all over it from top to bottom,
but no good. There it stood wide open. At last
in desperation l exclaimed, If any one will show
/ me how to keep that door shut I'll not say Our
esteemed contemporary for six months! True
as l live and breathe, said Mr.. Jarphly sinking
his voice to a husky whisper, there was a low
chuskle, and that door swung shut"
Were you soberT
eff you were sober I don't believe you. II you
were full I will. though. / amt thesman to spoil
no mans pleasures, remarked Mr.; Goshorn.
Don't tell you 1t was a dreamF Indignantly
lin my dream. There wasn't a thing to be seen,
an only just that diabolical chuckle. / waited.
A man came in to tell me how to run the paper.
After / drew him a check for $40, 600 he Went out,
and left the door open"
'Ah!"
"Fact! I was about to call out, Shut that
door, gosh darn your when the same mys
terious voice said: 'S-h-h-h-hP"
German or English?"
9Th next moment-the next moment" and
Mr.. Jarphly's breath came short and hot, and his
eyes blazed, "the next moment, Mr.. Goshorn, a
great iron boot seemed to come right down out
of the door frame! 1t was the size of a coal
barge, square oed, with six rows of hob nails
around the sole and heel. / should say it
weighed three ton. It had wings and three tier
of cogwheels under the welt. Two cams worked
on a ratchet half way up the instep, and it had
six piston rods over each vamp"
'Gosh!'
''Facti It swan In perspirationl And groaned,
just the same as if it was alivei The man heard
it. He tried to turn back and shut the door, but
he was too late. Twenty-Five of the seventeen
tons of boler-iron on the toe of the boot took
him right where boils are the most UNPLEASANT.
There was one awful yell-and then the door
closed quietly again, and again 1 heard that dia-
bolical chuckie. But
ibid you keep your oathW
II did until l commenced looking over the city
exchanges, and, when / saw that | was called a
liar and a watermelon thief in two of them, I
could contain myself no longer. / broke my
oath. l had to do it."
what then?"
"Why, that's the strangest part of it. had
no sooner written our esteemed contemporary
than the door opened with a bang, and instead
of one boot there were two, but they were
smaller"
"How big9"
"'Bout the size of my own"
"Where'd you have emp
II had 'em in bed with me-"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
He Didn't Know the Family.

New York Graphic.
In conversation with the versatile author OF
'Twenty Years of Congress-" the other day,
some one remarked how delightful it must be to
have such agreeable associations with so brilliant,
and talented a writer as Gail Hamilton, Ito
whom, | suppose, you can say at any time,
write me an article on this or that subject and
the thing is done and published" Said Mr..
Blaine, in reply: You remind me of a little
story. There is a justice of the peace IN Yer
mont, to whom one day cam an aged couple,
cute a deed. The ola man performed his part
briskly, but when il came to the lady the justice
of the peace intimated that he must examine her
privately. He then asked her if she executed
the deed of her own free will and without COM
p~ulsion. .Ah, judge said the old lady, L see
you do not know the family.'o
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
Vigorous Language.

W you
The following is a true copy of a handbill
printed at Winslow, Arizona, for the leading
Albert Keller, of this city, by o ~relative who
lives in Winslow. The bill may not be too Wig
orously worded for that outpost of civilization,
but in this land of churches and Sunday-schools
it would be pronounced much too loud:
''Stop and readl j. III. Breed having returned
from Chicago with the largest and finest stock
of goods ever brought into Arizona, is prepared
to give the people of Winslow and surrounding
country the damndest bargains ever heard Of in
the worldl Icarry a hell of a large assortment,
of goods which space will not allow me to emu
merate here, but if you will hitch up and call ON
the old man. you can bet your shirt tail he will
treat you right, and sell you anything you may
want in his line.
81. n. BREED, Winslow, A. T."
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He Was q Mormon.

Continental Gazette.
1t is we'll known that many Mormon missiona-
ries have been sent recently to Europe, and a
Switzerland. Unlike the Salvationist who pub
fishes in the highways that he is here to preach
Christianity and adjure men to turn from drunk
enness and other evil ways, the Mormon goes
stealthily about his work, and is not always rec
ognized as a disciple of Joseph Smith. A short
time since a respectable father of a family in one
Of. the principal towns Of Switzerland introduced
to his family, consisting of four daughters, an
extremely pleasing and we'll bred American who
had been recommended to him by a transatlantic
correspondent After an intimacy of several
weeks the American called on the gentleman
one morning, asked to see him in private and
said:
'Sir, I have become unalterably attached to
your charming daughters. Will you grant me
their hands in marriageW
my DAUGHTERS! Sir. are you mad9'
'tNo, sir; / am a Mormon"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
Too Two.
Merchant Traveller.

MerChant IrHVeIer.
They were walking together under a very lit
tie umbrella, and she liked him well enough not
to want a large spread Of alpaca. He was mod
est, and seemed to be nervous, and she fnallV
remarked, very softly, and with a note of inter1
rogation:
'Charlieq"
Eyes, Fannie" he responded.
I'll carry the umbrella, if you will let ma"
'Oh, no; l can carry it,"
Eyes. Charlie, but, you see, your arm takes
up SO much room that one side of me is out in thu
wet"
Il know that, Fannie; but what will I do
with my arm; won't it be in the way just the
same9"
II don't know, Charlie. Gus Clark always
knows what to do with his, when he is walking
under an umbrella with Mary Martin, because
Mary told me So"
Poor Charlie.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
At the Rink.

Detroit Free Press.
"And do you skate, little grip he asked as he
sat down beside her.
ooh, no, SIR"
'But you can learn
II guess / could, but / don't want tor
"And do you come here to just watch tho
skatersF"
'Oh, mol come to watch Mrs. RI
who's shegn
'She's papa's second wife. He don't want heH
to come, but she will do it."
"And why do you watch her?"
'Well, papa wanted her to promise that she
wouldn't lean on anybody when she was skating
with 'em, and that she wouldn't firt when she
was resting, but she wouldn't promise, and SO (
came to watch her. These short marks are
when she leans, and these long ones when she
hirts,"
land you show them all to your father?"
'Yes, and he dates them and puts them away
and by and by weE have enough to get a divorces,
on and marry somebody who can't skate"
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TeeWard.
Life, you and 1 have lived together
Many a day, and braved its weather;
We rose in the morn, when sleep was sweet,
To Gull its glory, for hours were feet.
Come paths were bathed with sunlight over,
And sweet with dew on honey clover;
You brought me the rose and violet,
And sang me your softest ehansonette.
All, those are days that are crowned, tho dead.
You have brought me since white peace instead;
You wreathed me garlands of misty light
Weave pale immortelles for me tonight.
But I would not wish we had not met;
For, tho the leaf with our tears be wet,
As we read this page of thine and mine,
Love dries and reads it, line by line.
And now. old friend. we have come to part;
Not mine the wish for a truer heart;
So clasp hand close. How the clock-strokes fyl .
While the sun yet shines I'll say goodbye.
The door opes slowly. as if in doubt.
Do you come in friend, or I go out?
The wide room narrows-grows close. mot go?"
All life. q stronger than thou / know.
Ida May Davis.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
What a woman's Hair win DO.

MeuICaI NeCOfu.
The well known Prof. Jaeger, ''discoverer of the
soul, ar advocate Of the wearing of wooden
clothing exclusively, has discovered" that the
homeopathic attenuation of the human hair is a
sovereign remedy for many ills that flesh is heir
to, and has applied for a patent in Austria upon
his 'Haarduftkuegelchen,n or "Hair-odor-gran-
ules." To the human female hair he assigns ex-
ministered in the form of granules with the food
it will promote appetite and invigorate the sys-
tenn, etc. To the objection made by the press
that the administration of such q remedy ap-
pears nauseous the author replies, 'sThe idea Of
disgust is removed by the high dilution. A whole
hair in a plate of soup may be considered repul-
sive, but nobody will object to drink from the
Lake of Constance if he knows that one hair has
fallen Rinto it; and this is about the dilution
attained liz the granules."
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
The Same Old Fool Joke.
Providence Journal.

A young lady of Olneyville had been sitting in
a chair and arose to get something, and, as she
attempted to regain her seat, a young friend
quickly withdrew the chair, and allowed her to
sink heavily to the floor. TIL next day she was
taken i'll, and a physician was summoned, and
for two months no has been applying bandages,
~plasters, etc. to save the young lady, who is
eighteen years of age, from permanent curva-
ture of the spine, As it was, her body became
be Ave years before all danger of spinal disease
will be removed. The fall caused the end of the
spine to be drivea upward and to one side.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
A Sweet and Innocent Dear.

New York Star.
at the Greatheart mansion the other evening,
sis the window-shutter business q profitable
oneg'
''VVindow-shutter business9" ejaculated Jen-
kins. why. / don't know anything about tho
window-shutter business"
"You don't" replied Miss Greatheart, in SUR
prise. why, pa said this morr ing that you
made $12 by raising Mr.. Hendersonis blind last
night"
Mr.. Jenkins changed the subject by asking
Miss Greatheart how next Wednesdays matinee
would strike her.
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Of the most rowdy public house in town had been
in the Balaklava charge; that the chief cheese
monger vas the Legitimate son of a duke, and
that the consumptive ~ritualist curate had wound
up a London career of fearful crime by tamper-
ing with the Derby favorite. All these things
and more did this quiet country population find
set forth against their names; but it had the eff
feet OF causing a quick demand for the book In
those narfa
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
The Sparkling Brook.

All day long the brooklet washeth
On its gladstone, sparkling way;
Ger the rocks it's torrent dasheth,
Tossing up a rainbow spray.
Pure, it cleanseth all it touches,
Vivifying through the gears;
Perfumed boughs, VITA playful clutches,
Scent it as it disappears.
Thus with SOZODONT forever,
Pure and fragrant, cleansing, sweet,
Like a life-preserving river
Flows IL on in triumph complete.
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go! Fairest Rose.''

CRondeau.1
o! fairest rose of scarlet hue,
/ battle my lips within your dew,
And press you to my cheeks and sigh:
why do you shun me, Chloe, whya
Why, love, viii you not let me woo?"
Alas ah me! What can / do?
Like startled fawn, away she few,
Blu dropt thee, in her haste to fly,
o! fairest rose!
In vain loves wood | wander through,
In satyr fashion, rose, with you;
And peer about with eager eye
To see this startled nymph go by!
She win not come, nor let me WOO,
o! fairest rose!
VIII Robert Williams.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
We Arc Talking.
Arizona Paper.

We understood that two Mormon missionaries
they may devour. This thing must stop. We
warn the wretehes to get out as fast as their
legs will carry them; for if they don't it will be
worse for them. We don't want any Mormon
funny business in ours, and we won't have it.
There is plenty of good cold lead for all Mormon
missionaries who monkey with our people, after
thew have beeu told to vamoose the ranch. We
M fa1kinR-
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Another Titled Poet.
Philadelphia News.

PhlIadeIphia News.
While the Marquis de Leuville writes verses
that might make the cisatlantic dolphins she'd
pearly tears, Martin Farquhar Upper has found
a fitting successor the other side Of the pond in
one Sir John Kingston James, M. A., who has
Just published a translation of Tasso's 'tJerusa-
lem Delivered in which the following unique
stanza stands out like a bump on a Yosemite
log:
Bending her plant, delicate neck she sank
Like a fair lily rudely snapped in two;
He made his arms a column for her flank,
And fastened her tight bodice to undo,
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Coming Through the Wood.

Coming Through the Wood.
! saw her coming through the wood,
Ny pretty one, my dear;
/ said: AN you will marry me,
III wait for you a year.
And I'll give you q silken gown,
AndTl give you a ring,
An you viii only marry me
l. tn coming of the spring"
Ny love she tossed her pretty head
As she went on her way,
And said: I'm in a hurry, sir,
For it's a market day."
She had a basket on her arm,
Ard she began to sing.
As she went ON into the town
To do her marketing.
She stayed to rest, as she came back,
Upon a fallen tree.
Shed bought a ribbon for her hair,
And put it on for me;
And then she sat and wondered what
The coming year would bring;
And, OH / think she'll marry me
i tn coming of the spring.
-Cassell's Family Magazine
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A Counterpart to .Cape Cod Folku..

New IOrk Graphic. z
People who wonder whence ~novelists get the
names of their characters, unless palpably manu-
featured, will be amused by the method resorted
to by a lady novelist in England. She took all
her names in a lump from som subscriptionlis
in a provincial parer. In the course of events
the book drifted into that particular part of the
country. The result was a considerable stirring
up of the inhabitants when they discovered, upon
reading the novel, that the local banker had a
liaiscn with the Methodist minister's wife; that
a respectable lawyer ha6 had seven years of
penal servitude in his youth; that the proprietor
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-01-11
WH~IMSICALITIES

'I don't like that cat; it's got ~splinters in ita
feet, was the excuse of a four-year-old fer
throwing the kitten away.
Lowell Courier: A fashion item says: Draw
ing-room milking stools are popular" The cry
ing want now is a stuffed drawing-room cow, go
that when the dude calf calls to see his ad0red
heifer, the drawing-room shall present a perfect
picture of bucolic bliss.
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The Proper vocation.
The Graphic.

A living skeleton recently applied to tho presi-
dent OF a medical college for employment
"What can you do?" asked the doctor. do
you know anything about medicinel"
NO" replied the freak sadly.
buiidingl"
mo"
swell, what can you do7n
81 didn't know but l might be useful as q DEM
onstrator of anatomy"