The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1908-07-20

| Captain Charles Gerlolomich, the mil
lionaire skipper of the Martha Wash
| ington, said one night in the steamer s
saloon, as he ate some very rich and
fragrant turtle soup:'
"This soup reminds me of something
that happened to my old friend, Captain
Jeremiah Gotschalk, of the brig Scud.
| "Captain Gotschalk and his first mate
were doing London. On fine summer
morning they walked in the Row and
saw the fashionables horsebacking; they
strolled in Piccadilly, where all the
great clubs are; they looked over the
guns and men s things in Bond street;
and lastly they got hungry.
"For lunch they entered smart
| looking restaurant. A maid in white
cap took their order. The things in
the little restaurant were cheaper than
they had expected. Still, that was all
the better, provided the quality was
good.
Gin few minutes the maid put two
plates of thin, transparent fluid with
somewhat salty taste before Captain
Gotschalk and his mate.
"The mate tasted it and coughed.
Put name on this, cap'n, will
yeg SAID he.
"Captain Gotschalk tried a spoonful,
and then beckoned the waitress to him.
What might We call this here, my
lass2' says he, lifting up a spoonful and
letting it fall back into the plate.
90 Soup, sir, says the waitress.
'Soop! cried Captain Gotschalk.
I" yes, ignorance, the waitress an
swered, flushing up.
''Tbe captain turned to the mate
".'Soop! he said. 'Soopl BY tar,
Bill, just think o. that Here IS you
and me been sailin on soop all our
lives, and never knowed it till now. -
The late Walter A. Wyckoff, the |
tramp professor of Princeton, said
magazine editor, chad, in his tramping
days many quaint experience.
FHe was talking to me one night |
about political economy. He wanted to
prove that I was wrong in my claim
that labor-saving inventions robbed
poor men of work. He said, at the
arguments end, that he was reminded
of conversation he overheard in 1900
on a tramp in Pennsylvania.
"They were digging, he began, filter
beds on the outskirts of Philadelphia
with a steam shovel. The wonderful
shovel whistling and granting, would
dart into the earth, jerk out again, and
swing up merrily towards the waiting
ear, loaded with a ton of dirt.
1.-TWO laborers stood beside Wyckoff
They watched the quick and treless
shovel scooping up and dumping into
the car ton of earth at lick. Final
ly the younger laborer said with an
oath:
Amt it shame, George, to shovel
dirt that way?'
How 500 said George, the older
laborer.
'' Why, that there machine is takin
the bread out of the mouths of 500 men
what would be required to do the same
work with hand shovels.
George laughed.
SO Go in, he said; syou don t reason
right. Look-a-here, if this steam dig
gin would give work to 500 men with
shovels, why not get 5000 men with
teaspoons for the job7' -
DR.. Charles NJ. Boswell, one of the
most eloquent of the younger leaders of
Methodism in Philadelphia, was dis
cussing the Whistling League that he
has just formed.
"Whistling is vocal with life and in
strumental for making people merry;
therefore it is both vocal and instru-
mental he said. eff all would whis-
tie church songs and hymns instead of
the common songs of the street, meal.
culable good would ensue. To bring
about this good the Whistling League
has been formed.
The church is in need always of
practical means for bringing good to
pass. Tt needs whistling leagues. col,
lege settlements, children s country
week associations-''
Here DR.. Boswell smiled.
That reminds me, - he said. 81 Wis
tied one evening last summer, farm
where a little slum child, country
weeker, was enjoying his first glimpse
of pastoral life.
'The setting sun gilded the grass
and flowers of the old-fashioned gar
den, and on little stool he sat, under
a tree bent with its load of ripe
peaches, beside the cook, who was
plucking a chicken.
"He watched that plucking operation
gravely for some time. Then he said: