The age-herald., 1900-11-26
SKETCHES FROM ,s-
 EVERYDAY LIFE

T never thought there was any sentiment in my composition" said blaze elubman. T have always laughed at the people who cry over novels and whose hearts are touched by beggars' stories and sentimental songs The song that touched my heart had never been sung. In fact, I rather prlded myself on the adamantine condition of that organ. Of course 1 like music in d way and have some preference in the mat ter of tunes. One of my favorites is Pride of the Ball. quite an old chestnut-so old that it Is never heard nowadays.
 'rhe other night as I was on my way 10 the theatre my attention was attracted to old man sitting on the sidewalk with a hand-organ grinding out Pride of the Ball. He was the picture of woe and dis pair Bent over his organ, his head hang ing down. he seemed to have utterly lost interest In the world. He had not even taken the trouble to provide the usual tin cup to, receive donations.
 "The crowd hurried by on it's way to the theatre. No one paid any attention to him except myself. I stopped and watched him awhile while the rickety organ jerked forth my favorite song. First came the tune to the line Fancy could picture no fairer scene I wondered if the old fellows mind was with his music. If he ever pictured any fairer scenes as he sat huddled up on the sidewalk? If his heart had been one of those which was lost beyond recall?
 Somehow the song not only touched my heart but my pocket. handed him a coin, and fearing that I might be late, hurried off so as not to miss the ballet"
 
 Some ancient chairs recently bought by my wife, said a citizen 'at the remark ably low price of 42h cents each, and which, by the way, cost me s each to have renovated, appeared at my house without seats. I could not get any explanation of this anomalous condition and some remarks were made by the family as to their not being considered good enough to sit in them.
 Subsequent events seemed to prove that this was the correct solution, for not long afterwards we had company to dinner, and I noticed that all the chairs were provided with seats, which have remained ever since. None of the family will sit In them, however, as they feel sighted and offended. As the seats are satin and easily soled I rather suspect that this was a clever ruse of my wife's to keep us from using them.
 q am glad of it, however, for now when ever there is any difference of opinion, the threat to sit In one of these chairs is a powerful argument"
 This has rightly been called the age of pills" said a druggist. 'There over six thousand varieties of pills on the market, and new kinds are daily being added Un- der the head of pills I include tablets which are a modern form of pill. Tablets are usu- ally to be dissolved in the mouth, and the medicine Is in this way more readily as- simulated. Everything that can be is now put up in pill form. It is so much easier to carry few tablets in the pocket than a bottle of liquid medicine that their pop ularity is thus accounted for. A man can in this way take his medicine unlike man that is without forgetting it. Neither does he have to stop his work; he and his med icine can both work together There are pills for everything and everybody, including etiolated pilgarlics. pilgarlic is not as might be supposed a garlic pill although the latter might be good for the former"
 q never look at magazine or a well illustrated paper,' said gentleman yes- terday in a book store, without being im- pressed with the number of beautiful wom- 
 are several hundred monthly and weekly periodicals which contain pictures of ac- tresses, society women and debutantes; some of them contain nothing else. When you consider that these periodicals contain a new lot of pictures every issue, you can imagine what an enormous supply of hand some women there must be In the country. I had come to the conclusion that the in- o<, af haff nd more exercise were creating a better look ing race of women, but friend of mine who brides himself on his skill as an anna teur photographer tells me that the pie lures in the magazines are beautiful pho tographs-not necessarily of beautiful women. Any woman, he says, that is not actually ugly can be made good looking : in a photograph, and If the photographer can't do this he should go out of business. The art of photography is the art of flat tery, and if ugly mug can be made to appear well in a photograph, what cannot be done with face that is really good looking or beautiful? Photographers. he says are getting bolder and bolder in their methods The early idea of photograph was to get a picture resembling the orfgi- nal but all that has changed and the mod
 
 sibIe with only sufficient resemblance to the original for the original to be able to claim it. To do this the up-to-date photo- grapher does not hesitate to alter, change or annul lines, shades or shadows in a negative. In fact they can change fea- lures, put on new nose, ear or chin whichever happens to be defective in the original-they can really put head on you of anf when you go to have your picture taken insist on being made beautiful.
 Photography" he continued, lis not on- ly fattering to persons but inanimate ob- jects. There is not log cabin in the land a barren field that does not look better in photograph than out of it.
 TWENTIETH CENTURY FURNACES. 4l,a inn