The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1900-01-13

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do every boy and girl world of good to read
II is made up of stories of famous dogs and
cats and birds, and shows how faithfully they
live up to all they know when kindly treated.
The stories will educate in kindness to all
dumb animal life, and they are important
lessons to learn. The text is aboundingly in
teresting, and the illustrations are excellent
''The Private Stable"-By "Jorrockg, "
Messrs. Little, Brown & Co., Boston. send out
portly, Well-illustrated volume upon the
establishment. management, and appoint
ments of the stable. There is scarcely a fam
Ivy IN the land able to keep a carriage and q
team that does not have an affection for the
noble animals that serve them. They will
not willingly allow them abused or neglected.
and yet, AS rule the owcers of the stables
know little or nothing of the horse, or tie
proper means for his care, and are who'll,
dependent upon the hired help. What is trut
OF the horses is true of all the belongings OF
the stable. The author says:
Inc Indifference Of owners regarding theil
stables has one very general effect, that OF
engendering carelessness, varying in degree
according to the characters of the stable serv-
ants. The carriages and horses may lool
we'll on the road, due not to any respect for the
owner, but to the servants fear of unfavora-
bic personal comment. This apprehension
does not always exist and cannot therefore
ants up to even superficial performance OF
their duties. At home the coachman has toe
frequently no incentive offered to exert him.
self; the owner seldom enters the stable, and
when he does so the chances are that, through
his silence, enforced by ignorance, he unwit-
ungly sanctions much that is wrong. The
author once asked man why he was not do.
ing better work for his employer, to which he
replied: We'll, sir, there amt no use sittin'
up all night cleaning harness when the folks
don't care whether it's done or not or gittin
up afore the crack Of dawn to have the stable
clean and tidy when nobody never sees it,
From which characteristic argument an ex-
PLANTATION may be found for many instances OF
bad workmanship. Much good and no little
pleasure can be derived from daily visits tt
the stable. II person is not at the moment
fond OF horses, the natural love of animals
gradually develops, and the owner then be.
comes deslrous Of making his stable mode
one and OF maintaining it in good form By
having the very best of all that is reuuired."
FROM general lack of intelligent super.
vision, Jehus, recruited from every walk Of
lie, have been given the liberty to run riot
with their theories, remedies, and individual
methods OF accomplishing, or appearing to &C.
co1npl1sh, their vocations with the result tina
to the majority of the public the management
OF the stable is shrouded in mystery. People
nave a vague impression that the horse is
kept alive by magic art, indispensable pow
ders, or other unknown connections of the sta.
Die magician. In reality the work should be
OF the simplest order, and the very com.
plexlt1es which confront the owner are the
products OIL ignorance and mismanagement
just as dir a.ssa dust are of sloveuliness. The
.ho,II1tfessnexs or bad Judgment which char
acterlzes the blind confidence of many who in.
trust the care OF innumerable costly posses.
s1ons to servants of unknown ability is with.
OUT parallel. Hundreds and often thousands
OF dollars worth of property are needlessly
destroyed by a few acts of neglect or i'm
proper care. A 5000 watch can only be regu-
lated by such and such a man, but its owner
turns $1,000 pair of horses over to the care
OF drunkard. A $40 check is carefully locked
up, while 81, 500 carriage is allowed to rot ir
damp carriage-house.'
Inc volume does not teach men to be far.
r1ers, or experts in mending, but it clearI,
teaches duty, and common sense, as demand
ed more lmperatively for the stable than even
the counting-room. 1t is good book fol-
lnultltudes to study.
In Cap and Bells"-By Owen Seaman,
From this collection of poems from punch. ~
sent out by the Bodley Head press, we clip the
following, as appropriate for the time
TO AN OLD FOGY,
(Who contends that Christmas is played out)
o, frankly bald and obviously stout!
And so you find that Christmas, as fete
Dlspassionately viewed, is getting out
OF date.
The studied festal air is overdone;
The humor of it grows little thin;
You fail, in fact, to gather where the fun
Comes In.
Visions of very heavy meals arise
mat tend to make your organism SILVER;
Roast peer that 1rks, and pies that agonize
The liver.
Those pies at which you annually vince,
Hearing the tale how happy months will follow
Proportioned to the total mass of mince
You swallow.
Who with the brutal nerve of boyhood' S prime
Insist on being taken to the pant
Omime.
OF infants, sitting up extremely late
Who, run you on toboggans down the stair;
Or make you fetch rug and simulate
A bear.
This takes your faultless trousers at the knees
The other hurts them rather more behind;
And both effect fracture in your ease
My good dyspeptic, this will never do;
Your weary withers must be sadly wrung!
Yet once will believe that even you
Were young.
Time was when you devoured, like other boys,
Plum pudding sequent on a turkey-hen;
With cracker-mottoes limiting OF the joys
Of men.
Time was when mid the maidens you would pull
The fiery raisin with profound delight
When sprtgs of mjstletoe seemed beautiful
And right.
Old Christmas changes not! Long, long ago
He won the treasure of eternal youth;
Yours is the dotage-if you want to. know
The truth.
Come, now, III cure your case, and ask no fee