New-York tribune., 1903-01-09
THE TALK OF THE DAT.

The Toxic Times tells story of the provloencs
of the japanese, which is further reaching than
is common in other parts of the world. The pank.
Dai-ichi Gingo in 1900 received deposit OF sS,N"
which will remain fixed for two hundred and hfty
years from Goichi Abe dealer in coal apo COKE
at No Minami Shmboricho Nichome kyooashl-
ku Toxic. The bank has contracted to pay lhe
sum of 179 yen at the end Of two hunored
and fftv wears dating from 1900 inclusive. The
father Of the depositor 'riskishanlan, and he
himself was iceboy some twenty years ago
His mother died, and he was employed as an eF~
rand boy for the next six years by dinerehe mas
ters Meanwhile the father and the son did not
know OF each others whereabouts II was only
nv accident that the son read III newspaper that
his father, who was named ki-icm Aoe' was e1i-
ployed by 11r. Soichiro Asano The son searched
for his father. and able to find him out again
After this the son was given situation in Mr..
Asano's establishment. Lately the father lost
shin, Che had become rich enough to own ship IN
a Storm The ship had been insured at SVN.
The fact of the insurance was unknown TO hHi'
for the policyholder the son. But the father
and son settled between themselves that the money
should be deposited behalf of their posterltS'
and hence the long term contract.
William Z, Curtis continues to collect curious
epitaphs Among the number which friend sent
him are the following, which the friend found in a
recent visit to England. The first was in church
yard near Plymouth, and reads as follows;
Here lies poor woman
Who lived in q house
Where help was not hired.
last words earth were:
Dear friends, am going
Where washing amt done.
Nor sweeping, nor sewing;
But everything there is
Exact to my wishes.
For when they don't eat
There's no washing the dishes.
I'll be where loud anthems
Will always be ringing;
But having no voice,
I'll get clear of the singing
Don't mourn for me now,
I'm going to do nothing
For ever and ever.
The second was found in the Cathedral church
yard. Ripon. England:
Bold Intidelity. turn pale and die.
Beneath this stone three infants, ashes he'
If deaths by sin they snned because they're here;
If heavens by works, in heaven they can't appear.
Revere the Bibles pageNthe Knots united
They died, for Adam sinned; they live, for Christ
An Arab and his wife constantly quarrel
ling and the wife always went strafghtway to her
father and made complaint One day the Arab
boxed the Of his better half. whereupOn she
again to her father and related her grievance.
demanding revenge. The father. wise old sheik.
shook his mead, and after long reflection boxed
his daughters ears, and said: Now thou art
avenged. Thy husband has boxed the of my
daughter and. have boxed the ears OF his wife!''
-(Tustge Batter
Mistress
alarm clock hy the buckwheat batter
Nora-So it would know what time TO rise. mum.
-(Chicsgo Daily News
The theory that there small living bodies, az
spores of bacteria and the like. floating about In
intersteiar space finds support in the observations
and speculations Of an increasing number of scien-
tifc men. T. \. 4. Cockerill. IN letter written
from Las Vegas, y. NJ. aud printed in London
scientific paper. suggests that these might be car
ried up by atmospheric perhaps by electric cur
allow them to escape into space Commenting on
this suggestion Sir Oliver Lodge says in the same
number Of the journal: II suppose it not i'm
possible that the dust Of space may contain life
germs of some kind. 7 do not think the suggested
bombardment by electric corpuscles sufficient cause.
though electric repusion might sometimes act. and
It has been suspected that the earth may have a
faint cometary tall but such action is needed to
account for the existence of cosmc dust Of any
kind" With the living inha btants of the earth
continually reinforced by immigrants out OF inter
stellar space there IS increased assurance of the
perpetuation of its generations. with the unlimited
professions of the void to draw upon through an
unlimited procession of ages.
4 NEW GENERATION.
Dear me, old friend how time does fly!
| see YOU with baby carriage
And think tsd Of days day snH when yoq and
Ten years ago who could have told
or guessed which of us first would hold
One of the second generation?
7 mind me how we used to sit
Around the board with pipes and whskey.
Wont 10 philosophZe a bit
And trade off stories rather risky;
mind me Of the good cigars
How many have smoked together
Reneath the sun. the moon and stars,
Alike In every kind of weather.
Cone gone arc those old times. but
We stil among the living tarry:
And Iifes prescription seems to he
win Shakespeare frequent dose, "Ay,
Go here's a health to Her and you
Companions live until you gray be-
And here's another, just as true
Congratulations TO the Baby!
-CFex Carmen, in Life.