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the President" he said II see that the

the President he said "I see that the
man in the light suit is Mr.. Wilson,"
Further along the street the window of
another art store brought the President
to a halt. and he and DR.. Grayson
laughed heartily at burlesQue on
September Morn displayed prominently
in the window.
and had a narrow escape from an acci-
sdant when, sGrossing the car tracks be-
tween New York avenue and G street.
The President. unmfndful OF the tran1c
regulation which forbids pedestrians to
cross the street except at street cross
ings. walked diagonally across just in
front Of a car which was coming up
the street at good speed
Policeman John Croft, who is stationed
at the corner of 10th and G streets,
hands upraised. The motorman saw him
an instant later, and put on the full
pressure Of air. bringing the car to a
halt with jerk, less than ten feet from
the President.
Unaware of Danger.
The President was deep in conversa-
ton with DR.. Grayson while this was
happening, and was not aware of his
close call until the secret service agent
came scurrying across the track back OF
him. The last straggler of the curious
who had fallowed the President in his
walk dropped out at this point, and when
he reached the gate of the White House
grounds reporters were the only persons
following.
The President pointed out to DR.. Gray
son where some Of the trees had stood
which were blown down by the recent
terrific storm, and then they both went
into the White House, just fifty min
utes after leaving there for their walk.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-07
Had Met the President.

"Oh, no. the man said. I've met the
President. That man looked like him,
but that wasn't Mr.. wilson He was
advised to look again. and returned in a
moment, apolosizing. Il thought you
meant the man who grabbed my arm was
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-07
banquet TO the Front.

No date for the expected cnangs in
HAeTtas cabinet MAS set in the aelegEa@,
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-07
WEATHER.

Unsettled and continued warm
today; Monday fair and warmJ
light winds.
FULL REPORT ON PAGE THREE.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

a MONG the interesting animals
~ that man has succeeded in
more or less completely exter-
minating without any real benefit to
himself is the tern or sea swallow,
some remarkable photographs of
which, made in England, are shown
herewith.
They belong to the gull tribe of
birds, and get their popular name
from their curious flight, which re
sembles that of a land swallow. Like
the true gulls, they have great power
of wing and often go far out to sea.
Including the long tail. they are about
Is inches in length, and they present a
very picturesque appearance as they
skim along the surface of the waves.
with their black heads gray wings.
white bellies and red legs, catching
small fishes and mollusks without
stopping, and sometimes diving after
their prey
They breed along the coasts and
often follow rivers. and even reach in
land lakes. Unfortunately for them,
both their eggs and their plumes are
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
A Humorous Yarn

answered Mr.. Pollock "Thirty-six gal
Ions"
Then that's the very thing" an
swered his guest. IT you've got such
thing as large auger about the
place III show you how to do it now"
In the excitement Of watching this Gu
rious experiment Mr.. Pollock forgot
about the unsettled account. lie rum
mayed in the bar and found an auger
Of the requisite size. Mr. Twigg in
spected it with particular care. Armed
with 1t and accompanied by his host he
descended to the cellar where the mighty
barrel stood upon its trestles He eyed
it carefully and tugged at his mustache
possibly to hide a smile.
The Experiment.
mo use knocking the spigot out" he
said. You need two holes-one for
each kind of beer The mild comes out
at one hole, the bitter at the other
You'll find this tip so useful that youn
remember 1t all your life So here
goes"
He attacked the barrel with the au-
CUR. making the hole in the lower part
Of its face
Just stick your thumb in here whilst
make the other" Mr. Pollock com
piled. and he went on. 1.-The beer which
comes out Of that hole will be mild, d"
he explained as he bored, land the beer
which comes out Of this one when I've
finished it will be bitter. very bitter. ="
he added, inaudibly. "Ah, there. it's
done! Just stick your thumb in this
one, then III show you"
Mr.. Pollock hastily inserted his thumb
into the second hole, and with both
hands fully occupied waited for the mir
acle.
And now" said Mr. Twigg, allowing
his smile to broaden. TN just go along
and catch my train. I've got five min
utes and l can just do IT, AS l said
you've done me well while I've been
here, and / think youll admit that I've
done you well in return. Good morn
ing Mild and bitter, remember out Of
the same barrel Don't forget"
He ran lightly up the cellar stairs
and vanished into the stretch OF sun
light beyond them. Mr.. Pollock. with
both thumbs stuck in the barrel, was
busy employing a somewhat slow brain
in calculation as to the choice between
the loss of his account and the loss Of
SO gallons Of beer He had not solved
the problem by the time that Mr. Twigg
stepped out Of the little station on his
way to town.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

An when l got down there and
took me place just afore flight start
ed, blame me if / didn't see another
gre't old owl swoopin' down FIR the
land; an l dussn't shoot it, not know
in when the flight would start, an it
come right past me, shrikkin' just
like the one I'd shot the t'other night,
and l knowed somethin' was wrong.
Flight come late. 1t were ten min
utes fore the first birds come over,
and then they come all right and I
got six or eight, and thought to my
self I'd got skeered about nothin'. l
forgot to tell We that l admit brought
Spot wi me eos she'd hurt her foot,
an I'd to leave her behind, SO | 'ad
to pick up me own birds, an for to do
that | kept all on turnin' round, and
two was CrippleS an ran; and when
I'd got the lot and the light were
most gone, blame me if l knew where
the land was and where was the sea.
Il didn't know nowt about 1t at
first startin' off. Seemed to me l
were headin towards the land right
enough. and then | come to a place
where the mud-bank stopped and
there were deep water twenty yards
wide comm down with rush from
two sides at once. ! looked for me
landmarks. but couldn't see nOthin
an ! knew there was sOmethln'
wrong.
u grew'd more an more skeer'd
like, an begun to run forrard hard
as ever I could, an wherever l went
the water kept all on ChaSin arter
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

goin' for the light, the only thing I
could see"
You must have known you were on
the right road, then" I suggested
That I didn't" he replied, speak
ing as a man does when he has been
running hard, for I couldn't tell but
that the light were a Jack O. lantern
that would go out when | come nigh it
an leave me in tn worstapart of tn
marsh. or that t'other old owl weren't
real witch what 'ad set 1t there for
to drown'd me by. BY anyway, the
light were better than the darkness,
an so ! run Is best / could an slipped
twice an dropped a brace o. me birds
an dussn't stop even for they, an
went on an on till It seemed I'd never
get to the end o. tn runnin'; but the
light kept all on a-twinklin' an so
kept all on a-runnin, an at last
seed a bit of the breakwater, an then
all the things shaped themselves an
knOw'd in a moment where | was. An
the light were in me own parlor, for 1t
CHANGED that me brother Jack 'ad
come along, an bein' lonely like. 'ad
just lit the lamp for to see by, an if
it admit been for that I'd never ave
seen land again. l count tn old owl
would ha' had me drownded"
That is three years ago. you tell
me-" l said. Il should have thought
you would have forgotten the trouble
by now
The old fowler stirred uneasily in
his chair.
4 'ad forgotten It" he confessed,
but last night, when l were down on
the wall at Nighttime tother old owl
came shrikldn' past me again, an l
know'd she wanted to get me back on
the saltin's. for l count she's a witch,
an it's 'er night An that's why
ont goo.
DO We listen" he said in hushed
tones. DO We listen"
l stirred the fire to a glow that lit
the fowlers scared. white face. Some
thing gray and silent sailed between
the window and the faint light OF a
moon half hidden by d clouddrift-a
big oSN passed, hooting
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

Things went along quietly with Jennie for
i three or four weeks. She had paid the
$3.50 weekly installment on her clothes reg
ularly, but she noticed everything was not quite
right at the office Her former girl friend would
not speak to her and Jennie often noticed her wills
pering TO the other girls and then they would all
look at Jennie.
Jennie knew they talking about her but
she could not find out what it they said.
Usually, in the office during the dull season,
they laid several of the girls of let them go
tirely, but they always kept the best ones-the
ones that always did just a little MOnE than the
boss asked them to do.
Jennie had always been among these for she
worked hard and kept her mind on her work
that Is she used to before she got the foolish ideas
about clothes and wanting to do like other girls
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

" HE fowler's cottage stands at
the edge of the fields where the
estuary of the Whitewater
joins the main, and if there be a more
desolate spot in the Lancashire coast
I have yet to find it.
When l went down to the cottage
the other night the weather, for all
its roughness, seemed likely to favor
fowling. When 1 reached the fowler's
cottage I found it's owner in strange
mood. He was walking rapidly from
kitchen to parlor, pausing every now
and again to open the kitchen door
and look out to seward.
I'm sorry we've come down he re-
marked as 1 reached the door for l
can't come wi We tonight"
why not?" I asked. Aren't you
well? There is nothing the matter
with wind or weather. and the tide'N
bring a great many birds up
That's right enough" he replied;
and there's nothin' 'Xactly wrong WI
me- but it is my unlucky night, and /
dussn't go out"
lWere three years ago ldsl HlSAI'
he said; CHANGED | We're flight shoot
in and didn't have no luck what
somever. There was a shower Of
birds come out from the decOy pond,
but blame me if they didn't keep out
Of range like, and l couldn't come
near them nohow. An as | walked
back long the sea wall, a gre't ole
owl came shrikkin' right past me, an
] thought, mebbe, she were witch,
an / counted she'd driven the birds
away from me; so I let fly and drop
ped her, and she were only an owl aft
er all, for if so be she had been a
witch the shot couldn't have stopped
her So l picked her up and carried
her home for to stuff, and l count that
We're an unluCly thing to do. AN
the very next night three years ago
tonight, with the wind just as you
see it now, an the moon in most the
same quarter, | went out long the
ssltlngs for to hide behind knoll
for | reckoned the duck were gettin
some shy of the sea wall.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

she saw.
OF late Jennie had been thinking more of the
good times she had, and wanted to have than she
had of her work. and had made several mistakes
in her work, for which she was called down" by
the boss.
She felt and knew that the other girl was doing
all she could to make Jennie lose her job and
what then Of the $50 weekly installment on her
clothes, and also the remainder of her $500 week
that badly needed at home
Jennie had not the fellow since Tom met
them at the door going To the hotel and had re-
allied what narrow escape she had when Tom
told her what awful place it was. one Of the
girls told Jennie that the boss wanted to see her
and with dryness I'm her throat and futterinc
heart she went slowly toward the private office of
the boss HAL COFFlIAN
ITO be continued.)
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
SmithsOn on the Continent

1t was electrical The Italians
face relaxed. The anger went out of
his black eye. He bowed magnificent
ly and stepped aside. and after vol
uble explanation to the lovers, sat
down.
Smithson whistled mentally.
"Phew! He thinks I've apologized"
Presently the tall man turned, and,
pointing to Smithson's gold watch,
stammered slowly: "You-haf-
timer"
What! You speak English"
Smithson proudly exposed to view
the face of the watch.
"A leetle," was the answer.
All four were now smiling. The
beautiful girl, especially. seemed
gratified at the calm after the storm
The train ran into the station.
"Naples?" Smithson exclaimed.
"Anpon," the Italian answered.
"You eat?'
Rather"
With a pleasant farewell the lovers
departed in carriage, and Smithson,
casting after the beautiful girl a re-
gretful glance, accompanied the tall
man on foot to a restaurant AN
experience to tell the chaps at home"
he told himself. Cant stand a vaca-
ton without incident"
But he grumbled when. after a
oil I9.-la lob, l., \
scarcely swallow, the proprietor of
the restaurant negligently placed be-
fore him a bill for two.
An Argument.
mo, no, you mistake" he said cas-
lily.
'Sir, our price" stammered the pro-
prietor, reproachfully. And the dark
man nodded assent.
But I've not brought you-you
brought me-you crook" Smithson
expostulated. He offered five francs,
half the sum claimed.
The proprietor rejected it with a
torrent of protest, endless as the dark
mans in the train.
Smiling, as before, Smithson re-
peated the verse which had then
acted so soothingly. 1t had no eff
feet Finally he exploded: Il wish
l knew Paradise Lost I'd recite
the whole book at you!" AS a last
resort, with a forced smile he began:
The boy stood on the burning
deck"
"Burnidek?" the proprietor inter-
rupted. What ess burnidek'?"
"Confound you!" Smithson thun-
dered, that's where the boy stood
Do you think I'm going to listen to
you fellows EARNING without saying
a word? ?"
A passing gendarme entered Pro-
test was useless. AS an alternative
to accompanying the officer Smithson
paid ten francs and stamped into the
street.-the gendarme accepting from
the proprietor one franc for settling
the dispute.
On his way to the landing stage,
whittier he went to inquire If his liner
were in, Smithson felt for his watch.
II was gone!
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gerly, seeing an opening for effective ar
gument. And what I want to know
is, when that's going to be, for, you see,
supposing you was to stay here for
ever; then you wouldn't ever settle it.
Now, as man to man, would your"
Mr.. Twigg laughed.
We'll, no." he admitted, pleasantly.
Since you put it that way, shouldn't.
But you needn't be afraid. Very nice
place, this-pleasant and quiet, and all
that, but not quite the spot for a per-
manent residence. As a matter Of fact.
was thinking of leaving this morning.
There's a train in about a half hour,
isn't there? And I've sent my trunks
up to the station"
"Oh. you have, have your" said Mr..
Pollock, with a momentary suspicion.
Then you and me can settle up before
you go-comfortable and pleasantlike. "
Certainly" answered Mr.. Twigg,
promptly. i've Just got 10 go upstairs
and pack the small handbag. and then
III come down and settle up"
Very well. sir" said Mr.. Pollock, be-
coming more respectful at the pros
pect of approaching payment. You
can't say no fairer than that"
His Account.
He went into the bar to add up the
details Of his account putting on a few
dollars for luck. When Mr. Twigg de-
scended he presented him with the bill
The fisherman put down his handbag
and thrust his hands into hts trouser
pockets, as though to produce the neces-
sary coin. In the midst OF the process
he paused and looked abstractedly at
the landlord,
you've treated me very WE'LL" he
said, and l shall recommend this place
to my friends And in return, can
show you a tip that ought to be use
full to a man in your line Of business
II you'd like to know ! can show you
a way to get two kinds of beer out of
one barrel"
1.-TWO kinds of beer out Of one bar
rel?" said Mr.. Pollock. staring why
It can't be done"
Two kinds Of beer" repeated Mr.
Twigg. Mild and bitter"
We'll. If you can do that" said Mr.
Pollock. scratching his head, you're a
marvel"
RS perfectly easy when you know
how to do it," answered Mr.. Twigg
nonchalantly. I'll be glad to snow 1t
TO you. You've got a Darrel Of beer
in the cellar, l suppose?"
Just got new one this morning, ."
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attention to one of the most neglected
parts of everybody's education. The
man or woman who knows the birds Is
a rara avis ("rare bird') in these days,
and that, too, when so much is said Of
the charms and wonders of natural
history. Even in the country. there
are only about half a dozen birds, such
as the robin, the bobolink. the barn
swallow, the bluebird and the sparrow,
that any person you meet can tell you
anything about. For most people birds
are only birds Yet If you will read
such book as old Gilbert Whites
Natural History Of Selborne"-one Of
the most delightful books ever written
you will be quickly convinced that
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Accepted.

Darling" whispered the ardent
sutton, 81 lay my fortune at your
feet"
Your fortune?" replied she in sur
prise Il didn't know you had one"
well. it isn't much OF a fortune
but it will look large beside those tiny
feet"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Talked Through His Nose.

From America comes the story Of a
Scotsman who. while viewing a stat
Ne of George Washington, was ap-
preached by an interested American.
Il think you'll agree with me, sir"
said the American. that he was a
great and good man. A lie never
passed his lips"
"Weel." said the Scot, Il suppose he
talked through his nose. like the rest
o. We"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
A Knowing Bird.

But they know their enemy and in
recent times they have chosen their
breeding places in spots almost mac
cessible to the hunters. Lately one Of
their concealed breeding places has
been found on a lonely part of the
coast of Norfolk, England. and the
photographs We're taken there by
hunters who had no other aim than to
increase our knowledge Of the ways
and peculiarities of animals which, as
far as we know, have as good a right
to enjoy the gifts Of nature as we
have
One interesting fact about this home
Of English terms is that it is believed
TO be far older than the British En-
pire there being evidence that they
have inhabited it from a time anterior
to that of the arrival of the conquer
ing Normans
The story of the terms serves to call
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
THEY were openly counting!

1t was in the Continental
train running down to Naples.
Smithson, clerk in a London shipping
office, on the most ambitious vacation
of his life. was the chief spectator.
The tall. dark Italian who was talk
ing to the young couple in animated
style did not seem at all embarrassed
by their conduct.
Smithson shifted in his corner seat
and tried not to look in their direc-
ton. But his glance repeatedly
strayed to the olive complexioned girl,
jet-haired, brilliant-eyed, whose ador-
er, as young and sun tinted as herself,
embraced her neck with his right arm.
and fondled her fingers with his other
hand.
"Ah!"
Smithson had remembered he was
in Italy-the country of romance. He
felt more at ease. To show his toler-
ance he would beg a match. Igno-
rance of Italian was nothing to man
crossing the Continent to catch a Ger
man liner for the return Mediterra-
mean trip-all to be achieved in a
fortnight.
After several genial glances at the
trio, which seemed to give great Of
Tense, he took out his pipe, and, fixing
his eyes on the tall. dark man. he
pointed to his empty bowl and struck
an imaginary match on his trousers
A direct insult could not have
caused a more startling outourst. Ii
came like a gunshot-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
A Vacation Idea.

When you go into the country or
to the seashore for your vacation,
take a book on ornithology along,
and make acquaintance with the
many species of birds which you are
sure to see. Study them with an
opera glass and make photographs of
them with your camera. Learn to
distinguish them from one another
not only by their plumage, but by
their songs, their calls, their manner
Of flight, the character Of their nests
and the places that they most fire.
quent; watch their daily life and
habits; follow them through the fields
and into the forests-and don't shoot
theml You will find in this way that
a new source of interest in the world
you live in has been opened for you
One of the recollections of child
hood that l should most regret to
lose is that of the wonderful song
Of thrush that l used to hear at
shutdown, ringing across the fields
from some far-away hidden place the
sweetest sound l ever heard!
would leave my play and stop to
listen in simple wonder. 1t was long
before I found out the name of the
bird that sang that marvellous even
ing song, which fascinated everyone
who listened to it, and l never caught
sight of the bird itself, and yet it
seems to me that l shall hear that
melody as long as the cells of mem
DRY transmit their Impressions!
And yet men endowed with the di-
vine gift of human intelligence muir
der birds by wholesale; murder them
for their pIumaee; murder them to
get new dainty for jaded aPpetites;
murder them, most horrible of all, for
the mere sake of killing; to see their
delicate feathers fly from the impact
of the shot, and their little bodies
drop manged upon the ground! And
this is calIed-SPORT!