The Cotton Factory Times. — 1914-08-21 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

ATE ICE CREAM, PEAS. BEANS. FISH, AND CHIPPED POTATOES.  On Tuesday afternoon an inquest was held respecting the death of a young winder named Kato Ribinson, whose home is in Back Duckworth. street, Darwen. It was stated that the deceased complained of pains on Sunday morning, and saki that she had eaten ice cream and chipped potatoes the previous night. Dr. Haworth, the medical officer, said that he had a reputation for never having anything good to say about chipped potatoes, but in that caee he could gay that they had been responsible for the young womdn's death. She had also had ice cream, fish, peas, and beans, and describing what he found in his post-mortem examination he said he had sever known such a MAE!. For anyone to take any kind of food after eating ice cream was to go the right way about committing suicide. 'F he jury 'returned a verdict of "death from natural cause, accelerated by chipped potatoes and io• cream."  Oh, cleao! my squirrel, these err becoming the clgys of oats and beans and barley oh! Oatmeal porridge for no; —beans" for the enelny, and harley__or in it ''parley"?—when the war demon is tired. Still let on sing, my squirrel; let us try to force an optimistic smile. So '• ring sing! what shall we sing'l Porridge and milk is a very good thing!" So pace the pan upon the flee, and sprinkle in the giout, hook the " thible" from the wall, and stir it round about! These are the stirring times, to away with tantaddling tarts and toffee•laden t iwtiriness! Clothe your stomachs in a garment of bare necessity!  I hope my little strivings to amuse won't jar on anyone's s isceptibilities, for with all due regards to the nutritious qualities of porridge and milk, laugh and ginw fat" is a good adage, and not to be meer..d. The lips and downs of life are at igs;  Its ,mile One day we're up. and then all change," lis up becomes a down. To-d we're elevated high. We laii7h and 'hat and sin 7! Tomorrow brings a nob and sigh, Oh! life's a nimrny thing! That organ named the heart of man  Can prove at times a boon: Itself and others fool its bar. When strings get mit of tune. So let an cultivate a soul. To meet life's ugly frowns. We'll smile upon its rantipole. And share its ups and downs. ** * *  This war is a "wormer." It's clogging cry pen it's pinching my beef and my cakes; it's matting a mess of the missions of men, and it's making a wakes of the wakes, not to mention thr exchequer of Mrs. flothamoldwater, of Sea Vice, cithin whose every-convenience folds I man to have :ought creature comfort and cruet adjacent to the solaceladen and shrimps, silvery sea. I would have hied me to that spot where all the ma:dis are single, but all my chance has gone to pot. I have no each to jingle, and the little paper money I have hasn't got enough rustle in it to frighten a midge o a sugar lump. You can't do much rustling with a halfpenny stamp, can you? Never mind, I've still got the moratorium. and if anybody pinches that I'll send 'cm an ultimatum, that's all! Help the weak!  If greedy folks will rise the price of fond, Thus starving peop.e nf the lower stratum,  „. . Should thPy p, mist in wifisime Send them an ultimatum!  Should avaricious people deign to see.k A fortune from the poor's desideratum. If they will take advantage of the weak. Send them an ultimatum!  Now is the time to show true loyalty by bringing to the surface the best bits of brotherhood within us, and giving our superfluous slice to the one 14hose invisible butter s breadless. Now is the time to crack our itinnybone and our cruet in a strong effort to fill an empty stomach, or bring light too droopin, eye. Cheap patriotism  and jingoism doesn't win battles, neither social nor military, but real grit and true charitan!eness will work wonders. Give on kind hearts and common senee, but save us from the covetous person and  [