The San Francisco call., 1899-06-25

or committee in each of the uniforms
he imposes upon the naval heroes; and,
moreover, he should be made to pay for
them out of his own salary. There is
way of redressing any wrong, even
that of Cabinet officer.
Here is a story, coming all the way
from Morristown, New Jersey, which
may prove of value to the people of
Petaluma. For some time past the
newspaper offices of Morristown have
been visited regularly by a country
gentleman of the neighborhood, who
suavely but earnestly solicits all the
cast off exchanges. After his visitings
had gone on for some time a natural
curiosity arose as to what he did with
such masses of valuable information as
New Jersey exchanges contain, and it
was not long before the curiosity was
gratified.
The country gentleman takes the pa
pers home, soaks them in buttermilk
or sour milk and feeds them to his
hens. 1t is added, in the report that
comes to US, but the addition may be
mere New Jersey Dragging, that the
result of such feeding is a wonderful
yield of extra large eggs, out of which
are Matched chickens as intelligent as
they are large.
1t is not worth while to say of such
a story, ''it is important if true" The
main point is that considering the
source from which it comes it is inter
esting whether true or false. AS Peta-
luna is the guardian of the chicken in
terests Of California, it behooves her
press to meet the New Jersey story
promptly, and either refute it by exper-
ment or tell At better story of the effect
of newspapers on poultry.
Apropos of rural stories, the Niles
Herald tells one of signs and symptoms
of coming events that beats anything
the East can tell on any subject. After
recording the occurrence of the recent
earthquake, the Herald says: Mrs.
Bush of Decoto has a faculty of fore
telling earthquakes and remarked the
previous evening to the family that one
was coming. 1t is said she has not
missed one or made a mistake for
twenty years or more. They are al
ways preceded with peculiar stomach
trouble, and at no other time does she
ever feel it."
Comment on that is not only unneces-
sary, but in any form could hardly be
other than impertinent, irrelevant and
immaterial. 1t is one of the few stories
that goes as it stands.
Since Coghlans song of the Kaiser,
with it's frequent reference to "Mein-
self und Gott," has had so much vogue,
NOR of the reply to it, The New York
Sun gives what it calls a rough trans
lation of a set of verses sung at re-
cent festival of a Deutscher Krieger-
bund, and intended to honor the Kaiser
and create thirst for more beer. The
song is too long to be quoted as a
whole, but the first two and the last
two verses run thus:
A smart man is the Yankee man,
Still smarter is his lady;
Fen though her stocking have a hole
She always is all ready.
The German wife knows how to work,
Nor eer says 81 don't care
The Yankee lady's labor is
To work a rocking chair.
What says the Deutscher Kriegerbund
To Coghlans foolish jabber?
Has not each man, from habit, put
His right hand to his saber?
Is not each waiting the command,
The watchword of the night,
Forward! ye German soldiery.!"
Coghlan the devil bite
If any one like not that song he is
at liberty not to like it. A difference
of taste in matters of humor must be
allowed in every free country; and an
especial liberation must be granted to
those who dislike German humor, for
the thing is not only foreign to us, but
foreign to the Germans themselves. 1t
sits upon their nature In much the same
way that froth sits upon beer, being
mainly an artificial effervescence de-
signed to give the substance an appear
ance of freshness; and in this particu-
lar song it will be admitted the writer
and the singers appear to have been
very fresh indeed.
In growing old Sarah Bernhardt does
not cease to be interesting to every
thing human, and it is pleasing to learn
she is to come to us again. Age brings
to her not any sign or symptom of de-
cay, but only series of transformation
scenes. Nothing of her that doth fade,
but only suffers a sea change into
something rich and strange. 1t is noted
that her hair, once so lustrous black as
to dim the midnight skies, has now
turned-not to silver, but to gold. Her
fancy runs not to farewell tours, but
to new fields of theatrical adventure;
and her pathway is still strewn as in
her younger years with roses and low
ers and diamonds and all things else
that ladies adore.
1t would be interesting to know ex-
actly what the gifted Sarah thinks of
the world and the people she has seen
in it. If she believes men to be ra-
tional creatures with souls and intel
lects. then she must deem herself to be