Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1896-12-01

are made of cork and will keep you
afloat till some one comes along to
rescue YOU.
The first unusual sound you hear In
the morning--for you have already
gotten used to the humping Of the
machinery and rattling OF everything In
the room--is the do, mi, sol, do OF the
bugle, which calls not exactly TO arms,
but TO eat. At first you think as YOU
hear 1t in the distance that 1t Is the
salute of some passing steamer. but you
change your mind wien the next blast
Is blown at your door, which might
wake the dead echoes OF the slumbering
deep. The stewardess comes To see II
YOU are going 10 breakfast. No, you
are not, for the sleepless night has IN ,de
you Indifferent, so she hands out the bill
OF fare and you order beefsteak and
oatmeal aud milk. Then you fall To
wondering where they get their milk,
and IL they have COW on board. IL so
IL must be condensed COW by the looks
and taste of the milk, and In that case
the germs must be cooked, so you eat
them with relish. Then you try To x"
to sleep again, but are once more inte' :
rupted by the bedroom steward who
wishes to ''trouble you for your ticket. =
You produce IL and he proceeds TO I'LL
out the blank at the back by asking
your full name, then your age. 'Oh,
you groan, "must | be followed to I, @
uttermost parts of the earth by the
phahtom OF egeg' Yes, for even though
you get away from the earth you can
not flee from old age which comes creep
ing on. However, you tell the truth
and shame the-History Of Paris.
The next question Is what Is your
country OF birth. "The State OF Maine.
YOU shout and the man rushes from the
door as II shot from a Maxim gun.
thinking no doubt that this must be
some species Of wild woman from the
lungles OF the Maine woods.
You lie a while longer, trying To WOO
sleep and shut out the visions OF dear
ones at home, when after hours that
seem Years the toot of the horn sounds
again. and you get up and dress and 60
TO the table, bat the table aud floor aud
chairs keep coming up and hitting you
and after swallowing few spoonful
Of soup YOU leave abruptly and return TO
your room, where YOU throw yourself
down, or yourself throws you, on to the
couch, and here YOU stay with your
head In the corner hating yourself with
a bitter hatred TO think you we're so
foolish rs not 20 stay nj home when yon
had y home 10 stay at.
The st.wsrdess finds YOU In this con-
dition when the dinner hour-6 O'Clock
arrives. but YOU refuse To be csjoled into
going out again, so she hands you Sn
elaborate menu. which shall be copied
for the benefit of all interested, though
the Engli,h Il & which adorns the
corner, ornamented by the British Lion
With the world In his mouth, cannot be
reproduced. No doubt the Lion does
rant the earth, but there is little
corner Of IL yet, where the American
Eagle still scars aloft on his golden
piuions, and the Star Spangled Banner J.
unfurled to the breeze. Long may II
wave.
Bv which We are reminded that one Of
the letters sent 10 the steamer By kind
friends contained tiny American fag,
which was pinned on the breast, hoping
10 excite some comment from our Eng
lish fellow passengers, who are as rul"
not chary OF bestowing their opinions
whenever occasion presents itself; but
the only allusion WAS 20 the fact that
there was one day in the year In America
that the American Eagle was not "in II,
and that was Thanksgiving Day.
But this Is depressing, and here Is the
promised menu:
CUNARD LINE.
r. NJ. =. "PANOSIA."
MEM
lst Nov ISIS.
Hors D'OEworcs.
Russian Caylarc. AuchOvics. Queen onyes.
POtAge Mulligatawney.
Boiled salmon. Dressed Cucumber. sauce hol-
Andis.
Riz dc Veau, Sauce Tomato.
Cotclcttes d'Agncau ala Macedonie-
Roast sirloin OF Beef. Potato Croquet'es.
Roast Turkey. sausage. Cranberry sauce.
Boiled Shoulder Of Mutton, Caper Sauce
Boiled Chicken, Parsley Sauce.
Potatoes, Boiled, Roasted, Moulded.
Caulinower Ia Creme Plain Boiled Rice
Carrots a IA Maitre d'IiOtel
Roast Quail on Toast, Game sauce.
Plum Pudding, Sweet sauce.
hppIc Tart Gelee au Madue.
Swiss Roll.
Fonde an fomage.
salad. tcIcE. e
Dessert.
Grape Fruit. Apples. Brazil Nuts
Pine Apples.
Tea. Coffee CocoS
And now, dear friends, though this IL
the record Of but day aud "a night on
shipboard, you surely are tired, as are
We, of life on the ocean wave" so We
will say good night, and let you 60 back
TO your own fireside, wishing with
fervent longing that we could go with
you.
Though we fear by the turbulence of
the sea, and gathering gloom and threat
ening cloud, that storm is approaching,
vet we try TO remember Who holdeth
the waters in the hollow Of His hand,
and lay Us down in peace to sleep,
Rocked In the cradle of the deep"
MARTHA MANN.