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The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-09-08

tavi, In every community. the man whose eyes are opened. even though "he" is only a woman or a boy or a girl. jump at the head of Nag. the hooded cobra who Is on killing bent. and tnssle to his death.
 1 wonder-yes wonder. whether in all the noxious plants of India there is one whose juices could be administered to the vaorous mongoose and turn him into a musk-rat. And I wonder whether such plant, msnamed politics" has equally subtle power In Alabama over men. And whose word is law on the Bourse. may not have sometimes drunk of those dead ly juices and gone snufflng and sobbin-s and squeaking along the corridors of the House of Lfe "I am a Poor Creature, Your Honor" These are not a sample. however. These are selfish sehemers, Judases, who have the bag and steal what Is put therein. They make American poll itics Q byword, assuring the world that the most sldllful and the most highly re- warded of American citizens is he who uses his highest intelligence not for pub lie advantage, but for private pelf rhe state is a human mother, whose breasts are for the comfort and nourishment of the youngest and most helpless. But it is different in the pig pen, where the lustiest gets the full teat. And the law of tue pig pen Is also the law of the hole where lives the squeaky, apologetie, timorous musk-rat Chuchundra
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And after all. one or these moderns went mad after writing all of his heady and brilliant stuff! Fancy thatl One cannot be too careful about ones reading; and perhaps for the incurlous contented folk it Is as we'll to read MT. Edward Bok's editorials i6 throw the whole re- sponsibility for n Atal uplift on the mild and thoroughly harmless books emanating from the Chautauqua press. Perhaps the most effective way to win your cul- ture is by smattering of the Literary Digest, the while you try to evade the accusing glance of a woman to whom you were about to offer your seat on the street car. It may be safer, say, to get your culture ready fashioned by some society of purists-or impurists.
 If your high-browed neighbor loafes at his ease with Amiel's Journale Intime or Thompson's Hound of Heaven while the best you can do is to cover the Munsey publications and the Saturday Evening Post, do not be alarmed. Your neighbor may even be missing the thrill In his minds eye he may be glintpsing the trend of December cotton futures.
 Or the volume may have been thrust upon him by his wife, obsessed by cul-
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how foolish was our civilization that taught it's youth much grammar of for- gotten tongues to the neglect of physi- ology chemistry. hygiene. He fancied citizen of the 22d century, after carefully examining the textbooks of the 18th cen tury, exclaimins, Surely those who stud led these volumes were being prepared for monastic vows. for I find here nothing that would indicate how life begins, nor any word of the reproduction of species Yes. surely these volumes were the property of some monasteryi'
 It seems to the writer that those folk far ahead Of us will wonder. not so much at our methods of education but rather at the numbed intellectuality or peo- pie after really producing an Adam Smith. a Henry George, an Edward Belamy, and yet had neither strength or will in the ag- gregate to build after the ma-Str archi- tects appeared with tho perfect design.
 It may be that the whip and scoldings of Nietzsche are good for Us. He would absolutely destroy self-congratulation on our part and begin all over again. We'll? Perhaps bit of German stoieism In our mess of oversweet bonboa literature may strengthen your souls vertebrae-- whatever that is.
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parison were mere melodies It is thou sand pities that he should not have left a nobler example to you and me, his sons; but should have chosen rather to transmit to us something of Ghuchundra the rat, fearful whimpering. apprehen- sive, apologetic
 There was too much rat in Abraham several times great grandson of Adam yet not so great but that he needs sym pathetic consideration. When he hid be- hind the skirt of Sister Sarah he must rave felt a patriarch indeed, worthy of the headship of a clanl And when we come to Jacob, the rat, who In his old age whimpered to another Pharoah that his days had been flew and evil" we wonder at the littleness of our great ones.
 l suppose 1t Is possible to be a snob and not potroon, as it is possible to be a poltroon and something less than a snob. Jacob that day was both snob and noltroon. He had the self-respect of a lizard. In the zoology of the soul Jacob was a cross between the jelly fish and Chuchundra, the rat, an Oriental musk rat, snuffling the apologies he owed the world for the inordnate length of his tall It was not shyness, but slyness that af- ficted that poor man. A very grey present. inent of Uriah Heep, he stands anticipat- ing the triumph of those principles which should later be enunciated by the famous
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-09-08
Paiamas for LObsters

From the New York Tribune.
 Philadelphia-rhe Pennsylvania Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals has requested that legislation be passed requiring that all live lobsters in the win dows of Philadelphia cafes wear pajamas. This request followed the arrest Of John Hardeuceau, a chef, for cruelty 10 ans- ,nals. He was charged before a magis- trate with having spiked a lobster to the window floor with a wooden peg driven through the lobster's claw joint
 The plan of the Society for the Pre- vention of Cruelty to Animals here Is to dress the holsters with a pajama -shape,i garment that will fit over the claws and legs of the animal and hold them in check as the wooden pegs have in tho rast. X nlghtgown was suggested at first. since the Holsters were supposed to sleep III the windows. but the pajama was stated as being more practical.
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name numbered In tho chronicles of her worthiest sons. The contribution made by him to tho state is inestimable. Pro- lessor Tourney died on March 30. 1857. In the ripeness of full-orbed manhood and at a time when men usually reach the point of greatest usefulness. at the age of 52, Professor Tourney was struck down by the hand of death. NO man Is lord of anything, Though in and of him there Is much con-
 sisting,
 Till he communicate his part to others; Nor doth he of himself know them for
 aught.
 Till he behold them formed in the ap-
 plause
 Where they're extended. which like s1
 arch, reverberates The voice again. or like gate of steel Fronting the sun. receives and renders
 back
 Ills figure and his heat
 To have rescued from comparative for getfulness the career of one so great-a career obscured by the smoke of war which interposed to check the results of labors so valuably and eminently rem dered, ia task for the privilege of which any might feel profoundly grateful.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-09-08
INDIANA UNDERGROUND ROADS
Blacksmith Shop and College Inn
 portant Links in the Line

From the Louisville Courier-Journa1.
 On a small knoll overlooking the village of Lancaster, Ind. stands what remains of the Eleutherian college. founded in 1851 by Thomas Craven. This interesting relic of the days of abolition was once a thriving institution with a yearly at- tendance of more than 100 students. in- eluding both negroes and whites
 When the famous Underground rail- way" was being operated by negro sym pathizers, the Eleutherian college was re- garded as one of the most important stations. As nearly as can be learned from those who were once on the "in- side" the college was the third sta- ton of the Madison route, which began at small settlement now known as Bee Camp. few miles above Madison on the Ohio river.
 In charge of this station was negro blacksmith, Chapman Harris by name The fugitive slaves on arriving at the northern Kentucky border were taken by four stalwart sons of Harris and ferried across the river under cover of darkness Harris himself, on the Indiana shore. giy- ing signal by striking the anvil if the a large stone chimney. A few feet above for day the runaway negroes were sent on to the next station. which was on the Hanover road mile below Madison.
 This old house, which was torn town four years ago. was q one-story frame building, the west end of which contained large stone chimney, Afe& feet above the fireplace in this chimney there vas a secret compartment where the negroes could be hidden if necessary.
 From here they were taken over the hills to Lancaster and the college. The more intelligent of the negroes were cd ucated here before being sent on to the Canadian border. Across the road from the college stood barn owned by one
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-09-08

side in n Denver grocery store. Both were from the same growing district, but one contained extra large sized fruit. tha other medium.
 The storekeeper quoted the larger va riety at 90 per cent advance over the smaller.
 Why" was asked. '"The smaller peaches are the better favored"
 "Looks,' was the laconie reply.
 At this Juncture the telephone bell rang and he answered it. After taking the woman's order he said in substance.
 We have some mighty fine peaches this morning, Mrs. Brown-1ust the kind you like best--6j cents basket. Yes, we have cheaper ones l can sell you at 40 but I know the kind you want. No, they are all extra large. Send them back if they don't suit. For two? Yes, I wilt let you have them at SIPS. All right ma am-rlght away"
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power you must use your muscles in overcoming resistance; if you want char acter you must use your will in overcom- ing resistance.
 The land of desire is upstream.
 Only the strong camp there. They are strong because they go mp against the current. The weak drift down to the wide sea of nowhere.
 The easy job makes the easy man.
 The most pitiful spectacle Is that of men and women who get up in the morn- ing dependent upon the day turning up entertainment until bedtime. They are parasites, hermit crabs.
 To be something a man must do some thing.
 Some of our naturalists tell of the birds on a certain island that, because of the absence of snakes and yermin, quit roasting in the trees and lived on the ground. Years passed and the wing mus eles of the birds grew fiabby and useless, so that finally they lost the power to fly.
 It Is so of humans.
 The lazy man gradually loses his power to do and be. It is the law of nonuse.
 If you are doing things in this big world-whether little or big things, 1t matters not-if you are worker and not a shirker, happy youl
 Thinly clad and hungry, the prodigal emerged from the door of a box car.
 The village was his own town, whence without warning he had gone away a year previous The wanderlust had over come him. Headstrong. impetuous, ob- sessed with the desire to see strange eights, he ran away from home.
 In the far country where he had gone he began to be in great want.
 Sometimes he worked as a waiter In a cheap restaurant; sometimes he spent his nights in the pool rooms. He earned but little money and spent 1t. Finally he came to himself He had gone to the verge of vagabond- age. His appearance was against him. He looked-and felt-like a tramp. Lone some, miserable, homesick. he said, T will arise and go to my mothers house" The truants father was dead It was an hour before the dawn. The ground was thinly covered with snow, which chilled his feet through the worn soles of his poor shoes. Shivering, he approached his mothers cottage on the outskirts of the town. What would mother say?
 He had written but once. Maybe moth CT was dead! Anxiety almost overcame him. In rush of emotion, shame, re- morse and humiliation possessed him. How forgetful he had been! Tears filled his eyes as he noted the smoke from the kitchen Hue. Doubtless mother was there or she was dead,
 He opened the kitchen door, fearful. fcping, yet dreadipg what might be. And there was motheri Her arms were out stretched to him. and she was smiling through her tears.
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~ OME startling facts were brought
 out in the long drawn British in o vestigation of the Titanic dis aster.
 For instance, as we know, some pas sengers-mostly of the first cabin-were saved; all the officers except two were saved: a few seamen-used as oarsmen for the boats-were saved. But
 All the engineers save one. all the stokers and coal passers went down.
 And yet these men of all those aboard best knew the peril of the ship. And not one of them made an effort to get away. Every one, save one engineer died at his post X6You remember the thrilling story of hrw the band went down, playing up to the last final plunge. The story was ex aggerated and has been denied. However that may be-
 The splendid men who made the wheels 20 round did stay by the stricken vessel to the last They shoveled the coal to keep the pumps and the lights going; they tended the machines-and drowned at their posts.
 Nothing spectacular about that.
 Yet these heroes of the night, engineers in overalls. with grimy hands, stokers and coal passers with black faces and half naked bodies, these modest workers faced certain death for four mortal hours without flinching.
 Not a mothers son of them was a cow ard. Nobody wrote poems about them, their pictures were not in the papers, and mo- body cared to inquire particularly how they died.
 Plenty of description about the 'gal lant" captain on the bridge in his spot less uniform and gold lace, freshly sum moned from a champagne dinner with Owner Ismay and other notables- g Plenty of praise for the brave Astor and the noble Stead and Captain Butt. worthy of record Plenty of tears shed over the pathetic ngure of Isidor Straus and his faithful wife, notable in it's heroism and unforget- able in it's beauty of devotion
 But
 The greasy engineer, the stoker in the depths the naked sweaty toiler bent to his coal shovel, who must stay and drown like rats in hole-who sings their praise?
 What snobs we mortals be-
 Whats the matter with you?
 Somehow you cannot do your work as 1t ought to be done and as rapidly as 1t ought to be done and you may lose youS job
 Maybe it's the undertow
 You know what the undertow Of the sea is-a current beneath the surface whose direction you cannot tell.
 Many have been drowned by disregard ing the watery undertow, and many hay
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insanity In individuals IS something fare-but in groups. parties, nations 1t Is the rule.' .''-Nietzsche.
 T DO NOT plead with you to read
 Nietzsche any more than I plead with you to read Nordau. schopen- hauer, Ibsen, Bergson. In none of these will you find great abundance of Ben Adhemism. They are the intellectual prods-the writer-chaps, if you will par don my gibberish. who have put ginger and pepper into the tastelessness of much of our modern philosophical messes.
 Leave these sages alone if you would be at ease with yourself. Avoid as you would the very Devil. Nietzsche's Thus Spake Zarathustra" and Nordau's De generation and Ibsen's Ghosts" If you want to love yourself and your neighbor to the intensest point. These books are first-grade tonics for mental hoolkworm. but for those whom proddings irk, who think things mundane are fair enough as they are, and whose literary appe tites care for nothing spicier than served to appease their grandfathers appetites, I suppose it is just as well to mark time.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-09-08
HEART TO HEART TALKS-By Edwin A. Nye

1 failed to do their stunt because of the mental undertow Perhaps you have been using only your tcp thoughts at your work, while the un- dertow has been sweeping you elsewhere.
 It is this way
 You give to your task only such thought as you think are necessary, while at the same time you are thinking of your dinner. or of your sweetheart, or what not.
 It is the undertow.
 You say you can think of two things at the same time. But can you do justice to either If you divide your thoughts you weaken them.
 Thinking Is concentration.
 Fancy how much force you could exert if you would combine the usual current of your thoughts with all of the under current
 The secret of doing things successfully is to hitch up your mental faculties as a team.
 Beware of the undertow.
 Focus your thoughts
 Gather up all the forces of your mind. Just dS lut dtHiclo Sdliitio uP dii lhc forces of his body to do a feat, and then launch the entire combination on the work in hand.
 No, 1t is not easy.
 Especially at first. It becomes easier as you habltuate yourself to mental team work. Train your faculties. The forceful mind does a great task as cas- fly as weak mind does a smaller task. Tiresome? To be sure-at first
 But if you get anywhere you must learn the secret of focusing your thoughts. Beware of the undertow. Working hard? Encountering obstacles? Fortunate you! You are fulfilling the law of your development. which requires that you must use what you have and grow strong or lose what you have and grow weak There's the hermit crab. The hermit crab is too lazy to grow a shell for itself. It loafs around until it finds the castoff shell of some mollusk and takes possession. Of course it fol- lows that the hermit crab is a feeble creature compared with the crabs that live the hustling life. It Is the law of nonuse There's the plant parasite The para site dodder, like the shiftless husband who is supported by his washwoman wife, clings to something else, takes the juices of the other plants and has neither root nor leaf. Chased humanly, the par asite is vagabond. Don't be hermit crab. Nor vagabond parasite. Be a mani To be man you must do the work of a man, suffer the hardships of manhood, develop the faculties of q man. There is ] no other way. If you want physical
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ture: and one cannot be certain of the literary honesty of such an one who says, Yes, my wife gave me Stones of Yenice;' bully book. I think" If at heart he is thoroughly honest with him. self out among men, let him nod and drowse for an hour a week with "zara- thustra," the while he drifts-and it is perfectly all right for him to drift If he pleases-into wonderment about Jimmy Johnston. and if it will be really possi- ble for him to steal s5 bases before the seasons end?
 Each man to his own way of thinking, living, acting, I say. There are few ab- norrnalities-there are just differences. Nletzsche was right We call man mad oftentimes who Is merely dead in earnest about a thing. Take the baseball fan who can glibly give you offhand the batting averages and fielding records of the Barons. say; and take the man to whom Ibsen's folk pass in pageant while he lies awake O nights; for whom Peer Gynt clowns and prays, and to whom Nora of the Dolls House is a living presence these men are not insane, though each to the other may seem so.
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Turning to the correspondent, he said: "You see, I gave her the choice be- tween the two If I had sent out ths small ones she'd have been sore" It's the looks.
 That Is why the fancy fruit from the northwest displayed in a neat box out sells the home fruit in barrel or bulk. The wise merchant caters to the eye rather than to the stomach. Moreover
 If you will look into 1t you will dis cover the high cost of living Is largely traceable to the desire, stimulated by good advertising. for stuff in neat pack ages rather than fin bulk. Although the bulk is cheaper. most persons prefer the package.
 And the moral?
 This: Is it complimentary 10 us that We should be attracted by the appearance ot things rather than by their worth?
 
 of obtaining funds for its maintenance and Craven again entered on hls weary round of lectures which lasted until hs died in 1860.
 Work at the college was continued for twenty-two years after his death. It was finally forced to close It's doors for lack of support.
 The records of this quaint institution had been destroyed evidently. for no trace of them can be found. The son of Thomas Craven was one of the instructors in the school as also were Professors Hoyt, Blinn and Braseton. The names of other instructors cannot be obtained Thomas Craven Is buried in College Hill cemetery and his grave is marked by marble slab bearing this inscription: ELDER THOMAS CRAVEN A. NJ "A Christian reformer and philanthropist.
 with his son. founder of THE ELEUTHER1AN COLLEGE. "Open to all without regard to sex or
 color.
 BORN
 'In Pennsylvania. March D. l7a2.
 DIED
 "At College Hli. Ind.
 August 2i, 1S61%
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Insanity in individuals is something fare-but fin groups. parties, nations 1t Is the rule.' .''-Nietzsche.
The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1912-02-09
WORKED LONG FOR SUCCESS
Mrs. Stannard Wrote Steadily for
Years Before "BootIe's Baby"
Made it's Hit.

II is interesting to recall just now
that the late Mrs. Stannard. ether
wise John Strange Winter" once de-
scribed herself as woman writer but
not swoman's Fighter" Yet there
was certainly no lack Of character or
brain power about the author OF
ssBootle's Baby" who was indeed an
eminently capable wognan with .
clear, welI-balanced intellect, much
robust common sense, and great ca
pacity for organization. which served
her in good stead when she turned
from literature to commerce.
Struggling authors may bo Interest,"
ed to know that It was only after ten
years of incessant work that Mrs.
6tannard, who lived to write some
thing like one hundred books, scored
her first real success And even this
might not have been achieved but
for little piece of luck, for Bottles
Baby" the work in question, had then
been rejected by six London publish
ers and cast aside as hopeless. Mrs.
STANDARDS husband. howe yer. hap
pened to pick UP the manuscript one
day. read 1t, liked 1t, and suggested
that he should send It to the Graphic.
Mrs. Stannard answered: Send It
anywhere you like" and no one was
more astonished than herself when ia
due course the Graphic took it,
Westminster Gazette.
The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1912-02-09
CUTTING DOWN THE FLESH
Heroic Struggles Of q Fat Man Who
Thought the Scales Were
DeceivIng Him.

have about come to the conclusion
that the good Lord intended some Of
his creatures to be Fat and some thin.
regardless OF medicines and so-called
infallible cures. writes a western
man. For long while tried all tbs
alleged obesity cures and none q
them did me any good. Then deter
mined TO starve myself and take lots
OF exercise.
All my life had been lover ok
good eating, and counted that day
Lost on which did not consume for
my dinner the better part OF q sirloin
steak as thick as a darky's foot. with
all the trimmings. For breakfast \
usually destroyed platter Of cakes.
three eggs and no end OF thin-sliced
bacon. besides fruits and two cups O.
coffee.
This lifelong system abandoned
for an entire month. cutting out MI
the meat and about ell the the roget
piece OF toast and glass Of milk tax
ing the place OF my morning meals
and little rice being the chief item
on the meager dinner BILL Of FAIRS.
Lunch omitted wholly. In addition
walked at least Elk miles every day
and did all sorts Of stunts IN my room
with a gymnasium OUTFIT Prior to
going to bed perpetrated all sorts
OF muscular contortions and rolled
on the floos TIL my body was bruised.
At tie end OF thirty days felt az
to run three-mile foot-rnce or so In
the ring with the champion. About
this time It occurred to me that +
ought to get weighed and 4 made :
bee line for the scales. ~ grocer ~
sured mo that they were correct zo
an ounce, but they showed had
gained IA pounds IN rae period Or mx
abstinence. Exchange.
The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1912-02-09

FOR RENT. New iiye-noom cottage
On Firsi street Apply to T. O. Park.
Union City. Tenn. 40-tf