The Press., 1889-06-06

Detroit Free Press A Farmer who had filled Jug with Cider and taken it into the Field with him, tore up the soil for awhile and broke both suspenders, and then went over to the Jug in anticipation of a Refreshing Draught. But when he came to lift the vessel to his lips he found that every drop of Cider had Leaked out and been Absorbed by the dry Earth. "Ahi but this IS the Basest Ingrati- tude r he exclaimed as he flung the Jug from him.
 s.But behold r replied the Jug, as it split open and Revealed long lost Will, made by the Farmers grandfather, and leaving him $75, ,000 worth of real estate in Chicago.
 Moral-If your House Burns down and is not insured you may, in Poking around ! among the Ashes, find twice its Value in Diamond Pins lost by the Plasterers when the house was Built. New York Sun: There is big fortune in those cash railroads we see in stores One company has gobbled up all the best devices of the sort, and is reaping a great harvest, because no enterprising store keeper pretends to get along without them. The owners will not sell the apparatus They put it in store under lease at SIS year for station, station being each one of those stopping places over the clerks s head whence the baskets are sent to the cash desk. Some New York stores have as many as 25O stations, and conse- quently pay $4, 800 or more year for the use of the device.
 Sarah Bernhardt has new fad. She now has habit of arising at 4 o'clock in the morning, dressing herself as man and prowling about the remote streets and by. ways of Paris until 7 or 8. Then she re- turns to her home, undresses and goes to bed. She recently remarked that she had thought that she was too old to learn any thing new about Paris, but she has been taught great many facts hitherto un- known to her by her matutinal wanderings. Sarah will be quite wise woman yet.
 "In union there is strength" The union of elbow grease, rain water and Brussels soap will get your washing out on the line at a. m. every Monday morning.
 Forest and Stream "What is the mag ic spell that makes camp life attractive to so many men? It is easy to account for in youth but the boy who has fallen in love with it, carried the passion unabated into maturer years and even down into old age. The rich. and the poor, those en- crossed in business, in public life, in pro- fessional cares men in all vacations long to steal away for few weeks holiday al d sojourn in the woods, by the broad lakes and running streams, to sleep in the open bark shanty over fragrant hemlock boughs, snuffing the smoke of camp fires, that de- licious perfume which once enjoyed is never forgotten.
 Is it a remnant of that old, wild nature not yet eradicated from the blood by the enervating influences of civilization, and testlfying to some former more intimate alliance between man and the outer world than subsists to-day? I do not allude here to the love for fishing or shooting j; these are kindred pleasures, which, how ever, are not necessarily associated with the liking for camp life, and may exist apart from it. I have known men who cared for neither of these, who were yet passionate enthusiasts for the simple pleasures of the camp.