New-York tribune., 1903-01-27
THE TALK OF THE DAP.

A Germantown has been enjoying the usual
latitude of the traveller. Strange, he says, ARE
some of the farming methods Of California. One
day in the vine country heard a tremendous bang,
bang banging. and started from my seat. thinking
that dreadful explosion had occurred; but my
host told me. with a laugh, that his men were
merely pIoughing with dynamite Then he went
on to explain that when it desired to loosen
up the soil to depth of three feet or so, dynamite
cartridges were set in the earth and fired off.
They broke up the ground beautifully. They did
the work much better and much more cheaply
than any machine any manual labor could do,
and in addition this they destroyed the parasite
called the phylloxera, the bane of the vine grower.
No vineyard whose soil had been dynamited, my
seid, suffered from the phylloxera after
ward
Real Talent.-Mrs. Bruce-Really, Mr.. Hamiltons
acting is the greatest ever saw.
see my Johnny When he is simuating stay-away-
from-schooi headache!-(Boston Transcript
Mr.. Graves the Irish song writer tells an anus
ing story of experience of his at a political
meeting He had been fishing. and. not being
dressed for the occasion, kept in the background,
but was noticed and called to the platform for
a speech. When Mr.. Graves had finished he sat
down in front of the Mayor (the platform being
rather crowded.. The latter, very indignant at
what he considered affront to his dignity. rose
to his feet and commenced his speech by remark
ing II am afraid I shall have to talk your
head, Mr.. Graves The witty Irishman's reply
was neat and effective. and keenly appre-
ciated by the audience. az don't think there s
much chance of your doing that. Mr.. Mayor"
THE DARKY's VIEW
He wuth six millions
But Iaf he - can't am 'tS take it wild him
Wen he come ter die.
"oh believers.
Scatter yo' gol:
You can't get ter glory
Wild de dollar in yo' soul.
He wuth six millions
En- he don't have ter scratch,
But he'll sho' leave de money
Wen Death clink de latch,
"Oh believers
Scatter yo' gol;
You can't git ter glory
Wild de dollar in yo' soul!'
-(Atlanta Constitution.
Some of the people of Washington have their
coal cellars under the sidewalks. On some Of the
and both the coal cellars and the sewers are
reached by manholes in the pavement, which are
covered with iron plates This arrangement has
caused incident which has amused all Wash
ngton. A certain banker living on Connecticut
ave after persistent entreaties secured three tons
of coal the other day. for which he paid SIS ton
The coal was delivered according to his order and
dumped on the sidewalk in front of his house
but colored man. who was employed to stow 1t
away, lifted the plate from the wrong manhole
and shovelled all of the coal into the The
city officials after the banker for obstruct-
ing the sewer. and the banker is after the coal
dealer for more coal. He has employed several
men to get the coal out of the sewer but II is a
difficult business They have to send boy down
who passes 1t up In tin cups.
Mr.. Hayrick-No. / don't like your tavern; some
how feel sorter put out.
Clerk-Well, what can you expect? ! saw you
drawing glass OF water from the fire extlnguisher
-Phiiadeiphia Bulletin.