anaheim-gazette 1904-01-21

MUSIC AS A TONIC. An Incident of the Dying Days of a Famous Man. A great statesman, one who had all but touched the presidency, lay dying within the walls of an old brick mansion on the eastern side of the square, where I had elected to sit. It was my first afternoon in the square, when a hand organ began to grind forth its turgid strains before the brick house. I looked and listened, expecting with each moment that some one would issue from the house of doom and drive the dimmaker away. Instead, a bright black man, evidently a butler, came and stood on the porch. An hour went by before the repertory was exhausted. Then the black man gave the organ man a dollar, and the music and the man went quietly their ways. "I should think it would disturb your master," I said to the black guardian of the porch. "He likes it," he replied. "The organ comes by his orders. The doctor says it does him more good than the medicines." For a week I went and sat on my bench and heard the organ grind. The programme never varied. The concert lasted an hour. Then came the dollar, and the music ceased. For a full week I attended these concerts in the square. Then came a day when the hand organ did not appear. I looked at my watch. I was surprised. The concert was ten minutes overdue! What should delay him? Surely that easy dollar had its charm! Then, as though in answer to my question, my eye caught a black flutter at the door. It was a knot of crape. The ear that had listened was dulled, the audience had departed—Blaine, secretary of state, was dead.—Everybody's Magazine. WORDS WITHOUT RHYME. Some Difficulties the Poets Cannot Overcome. In a well known musical comedy the kingly poet of a mythical state makes a frantic demand on his subjects for a rhyme with sarsaparilla. The question calls to mind the surprisingly few words there are in the comparatively harsh English tongue, with its plethora of consonants, for which there are no rhyming equivalents. Sarsaparilla, as a manufactured name, is hardly a fair example, but there are said to be only three familiar words of everyday speech which loom up ferociously before the student of metrical possibil- FACTS ABOUT ANAHEIM. Sketch of the industries and Resources or this Most Beautiful Part of California. The City of Anaheim, with a population of 2500, is situated in the northern part of Orange county, in Southern California, 12 miles from the ocean, 4½ miles from the foothills, and 148¼ feet above sea level. It is 27 miles from Los Angeles, the second largest city in the State of California. The climatic conditions are the most favorable for out-door life to be found in Southern California. The temperature is extremely uniform, seldom rising above 90 degrees in summer, or falling below 32 degrees in winter. The abundance of sunlight and the absence of sharp frosts and cold winds make it a place especially acceptable to those desiring to escape the severe climate of the east. The country is very attractive. It is practically level, with just sufficient slope from the hills to afford adequate drainage. The roads are level, well graded, and well kept, affording excellent opportunities for cycling and driving. The soil is a rich sandy loam which never bakes, making it a very easy ground to work; thus lending itself readily to the cultivation of berries, nuts, oranges, etc. The variety of products, and the possibility of procuring small tracts of land at low figures, and on easy terms, make our section of the county very attractive and advantageous for truck raising, or for farming on a small scale. The following are a few of the products: oranges, lemons, walnuts, grapes, peaches, apricots, sugar beets, berries and vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the possessor of a Building and Loan Association, Water company, two railroads, fruit cannery and drier, large oil industry, ostrich farm, bank, several adequate commercial houses, two hotels and two newspapers. The city also owns Some Difficulties the Poets Cannot Overcome. In a well known musical comedy the kingly poet of a mythical state makes a frantic demand on his subjects for a rhyme with sarsaparilla. The question calls to mind the surprisingly few words there are in the comparatively harsh English tongue, with its plethora of consonants, for which there are no rhyming equivalents. Sarsaparilla, as a manufactured name, is hardly a fair example, but there are said to be only three familiar words of everyday speech which loom up ferociously before the student of metrical possibilities. They are silver, month and carpet. Of these silver alone remains absolutely unassailable, for Swinburne has in one of his poems a word of Greek derivation which may be said at a pinch to rhyme with month, and W. S. Gilbert of "Pinnfore" and "Mikado" fame has in the "Bab Ballads" ingeniously conquered carpet as follows: One day that Turk he sickened sore, Which threw him straight into a sharp pet. He threw himself upon the floor And rolled about his carpet. The same author has also established a record in "Patience" for rhyming unfamiliar words that look extremely formidable to the novice. The verse runs: When from the poet's plinth The amorous calocynth, etc. which, although it be very beautiful, is hardly intelligible. But silver is still obstinate, and the young Musaen who ends his first line with that fatal word had better stick to blank verse—Philadelphia Record. FARMER IN WINTER TIME. Steady Jobs Are Feeding the Stock and Keeping Warm. The great steady winter jobs on an American farm in the north nowadays are feeding the stock and keeping warm. And keeping warm nowadays means hauling coal. When I lived in the country, it meant cutting wood. It meant for our large family constant teaming day after day from the woods to the wood yard and a wood pile that must have covered a quarter of an acre. It meant toward spring the coming of men with a horse power and buzs saw to cut firewood, and that was almost as interesting an operation as thrashing. There were other stirring days when the lake had frozen hard and the ice-house was filled, involving ice cutting and more teaming and more precarious hitching on behind loads and going back in empties. And early in the winter there was the momentous and gory killing of pigs. Oh, that was indeed a stirring time! They kill a pig every second, no doubt, in Chicago nowadays, but that is mere mechanical routine, with no quality of sport in it. There was nothing so very slow about the country winter in days as late as the civil war. I suppose soap-making as a domestic industry is as dead as household spinning. In those times of wood fires and wood ashes all self respecting families made soap. Our family had an outstanding kitchen expressly for that use, with a big clown-like hogshead behind it in which ashes were leached and convenient tubes for holding the soft soap. A very county very attractive and advantageous for truck raising, or for farming on a small scale. The following are a few of the products: oranges, lemons, walnuts, grapes, peaches, apricots, sugar beets, berries and vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the possessor of a Building and Loan Association, Water company, two railroads, fruit cannery and drier, large oil industry, ostrich farm, bank, several adequate commercial houses, two hotels and two newspapers. The city also owns its water and lighting plant. FACTS ABOUT ORANGE CO. The census bureau has issued a bulletin on agriculture in California which we quote from extensively in another part of this issue. One of the interesting features of the report is the paragraph giving the number of farms and acres of farming lands in the five Southern California counties. The pre-eminence of Orange county is apparent: Counties. No. tarms. Acres. Los Angeles .6577 805,063 Orange .2388 509,436 Riverside .2840 427,067 San Bernardino .2350 219,182 San Diego .2698 805,419 But it is in the acreage of irrigated lands that Orange county takes easy precedence over the other counties of Southern California: Counties. 85,644 Los Angeles .41,549 Orange .32,947 Riverside .37,877 San Bernardino .16,022 The area of Orange county is 780 square miles; that of Los Angeles, 888; that of Riverside, 708; that of San Bernardino, 20055, and that of San Diego, 8400 square miles. Orange county thus contains one-fifth the area of Los Angeles; yet its irrigated lands approach in area to one-half those of its neighbor to the north. Riverside embraces nine times its area, yet it irrigates 9000 more acres, or a fourth more than the belauded county on the east. San Bernardino is 25 times its size, yet its irrigated acres exceed those of this jumbo county by nearly 4000, approximately ten per cent. San Diego is eleven times its size, yet it irrigates 25,000 acres more than the county on the south—800 percent is the former's irrigated area as compared with that of the latter—almost the irrigated area of San Diego and Riverside combined. Orange county possesses the finest system of irrigation, the most secure water rights, that exist in Southern California. That is what we have said many a time and oft. These figures prove it. It is the handsomest and most productive county that lies outdoors and is settling up faster than any other in the State. If Unwell Try a 50 cent bottle of Hortice improvement speedily in your appetite, energy, vigor. 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They kill a pig every second, no doubt, in Chicago nowadays, but that is mere mechanical routine, with no quality of sport in it. There was nothing so very slow about the country winter in days as late as the civil war. I suppose soap-making as a domestic industry is as dead as household spinning. In those times of wood fires and wood ashes all self respecting families made soap. Our family had an outstanding kitchen expressly for that use, with a big distern-like hogshead behind it in which ashes were leached and convenient tubs for holding the soft soap. A very handsome substance is soft soap of the proper consistency and complexion, and a pleasing exercise it used to be for the young to stir it with a stick and watch its undulations. All the super-sinous fat of meat from our kitchen was turned into soft soap in those nearby old times—Harper's Magazine. The Badger's Digging Ability. The sportsman naturalist, St. John, one day found a badger in a trap not much injured. Tying a rope to its blind leg he drove the animal home—strange to say, the captive beast jogging steadily along in front of him and giving little more trouble than a pig going to market. On reaching home the animal was put for the night into a paved court, where it seemed perfectly secure. "Next morning," said St. John. "he was gone, having displaced a stone that I thought him quite incapable of moving, and then, digging under the wall, he got away." Oblitary of Napoleon. When the great Napoléon died there were doubtless among the readers of the London Globe many persons who would have liked to read a full account of his life, but, if so, they were disappointed, for the Globe in its issue of July 4, 1821, contained only the following brief notice: "Death of Bonaparte. We announce the death of Bonaparte. The official announcement was received this morning at the admiralty. His death took place on June 5. His health had been declining for a long time, and the cause of death was a cancer in the stomach. He was born in 1769. The cost of his maintenance at St. Helena was each year between £200,000 and £300,000." BOOKS YOU OUGHT TO HAVE. We have issued three publications which every trans-continental traveler should read. One is a 24-page booklet—“The Way Book of the Golden State Limited.” It is really an annotated time table, briefly describing the cities and points of interest along the El Paso-Rock Island Route. The other book is called “The Golden State Limited.” It contains 16 pages and is devoted almost entirely to a description of the train, which is, as everyone who has seen it knows, the handsomest in the country. The third publication is a folder “Across the Continent in a Tourist Sleeping Car.” In it is a map of the various tourist car lines operated by the Rock Island System, as well as time tables and information as to the cars themselves. All three books are mailed free to any one who will take the trouble to ask for them. F. L. MILLER, District Passenger Agent, 237 So. Spring St., Los Angeles. AN ABODE OF THE DEAD. Not a Cemetery, but the Great British Museum. To say that the British museum is a dead museum may sound like flat blasphemy to those old habitues of the institution to whom its atmosphere is almost the breath of their life and to whom its treasures of antiquity and art are certainly the nourishment of their minds and souls. But apart from this little band of devout worshipers at the shrine of learning the British museum seems to me quite dead—as dead as a door nail. I have been there many a time, and I went there again and walked through long and silent galleried but he is sensible enough to know that it is well to submit to such treatment even if savoring of oriental extravagance in order that the people themselves may be pleased. It will be remembered that the recent fete in India in which the Viceroy participated was represented to have excelled in splendor those under the old time Rajahs. The people of the oriental countries enjoy such displays and estimate the importance of an official by the size of the demonstration. Governor Taft might have put into practice the simple ways of the democracy which, personally, he would probably have preferred, and might have objected to the spectacular illuminated parade on the Pasig river. But to have done so would have been an act of discourtesy to the people who wished to do him honor and so he very properly yielded. “BALDY” MONSON’S SCALP. How It Was Won by “Lucky” Baldwin in a Faro Game. “During the time that gambling was in its glory on the Pacific coast,” said an old Californian, “Lucky’ Baldwin was easily the most daring chance taker of all the notable argonauts. Baldwin did some amazing stunts in that day of all day and all night drinking, when overmellow men, most of them with riches so suddenly acquired that they hadn’t had time to stop and figure on how much they possessed, tried to outvie one another in the capers they cut with the Lady Fortune. “One night in the late fifties ‘Lucky,’ as he was then called, walked into the famous old Alcatraz club on Kearney street in San Francisco after having been religiously shunning his bed for about three days and nights running—and in that shape ‘Lucky’ was, in those days, ready for anything. "A famous dealer in the Alcatraz club—the biggest gambling establishment on the coast at the time—was ‘Baldy’ Monson, so called because his poll was bare of hair as a pat of butter, except for a tiny patch that remained right on the crown of his head. It had been a cowlick, and, with consistent stubbornness, it had refused to go when rested in ‘Baldy’’ hair had departed.” If Unwell Try a 50 cent bottle of Herbine, notice the improvement speedily effected in your appetite, energy, strength and vigor. Watch how it brightens the spirits, gives freedom from indigestion and debility. Isaac Story, Ava., Mo., writes, Sept. 10, 1900. "I was in bad health; I had stomach trouble for 12 months, also dumb chills. Dr. J. W. Mory prescribed Herbine; it cured me in two weeks. I cannot recommend it too highly. It will do all you claim for it." Sold by J. P. Hatzfield. Tess—I was passing that small florist's with Lord Britton yesterday, and I hinted that I would like to have some of the lovely roses that were displayed in the window. Jess—and did he send some to you? Tess—Yes, they came this morning, c.o.d.—Philadelphia Press. Saved from Terrible Death The family of Mrs. M. L. Bobbitt of Bargerton, Tenn., saw her dying and were powerless to save her. The most skillful physicians and every remedy used failed, while consumption was slowly but surely taking her life. In this terrible hour Dr. King's New Discovery for Consumption turned despair into joy. The first bottle brought immediate relief and its continued use completely cured her. It's the most certain cure in the world for all throat and lung troubles. Guaranteed bottles 50c and $1. Trial bottles free at W. B. Hutchinson's drugstore. Mistress (returning from holiday)—Why, Bridget, whatever has become of the parrot? Bridget—Well, you see, mum, after you left it looked a bit pining like, and didn't talk much, so cook and I put it out of its misery, poor thing, and I had it stuffed for my new 'at.' Judy. Wonderful Nerve Is displayed by many a man enduring pains of accidental cuts, wounds, bruises, scalds, sore feet or stiff joints. But there's no need for it. Bucklen's Arnica Salve will kill the pain and cure the trouble. It's the best salve on earth for piles, too. 25c at Hutchinson's drugstore. Secretary Moody, in addition to a letter of commendation to Boatswain Patrick Deery of the Peoria, who in great peril swam to the submarine boat Adder and attached a line to her, will order that a medal of honor be presented to him as an evidence of the department's appreciation of his heroism. Simple Colds Cease to be simple if at all prolonged. The safest way is to put them aside at the very beginning. Ballard's Horehound Syrup stops a cold and removes the cause of colds. 25c, 50c and $1 bottles at Hatzfeld's drugstore. SIAMESE BELIEFS. Some peculiar Notions of a Very Superstitious People. "The Slamese are a very superstitious people," says Frost Young, author of Not a Cemetery, but the Great British Museum. To say that the British museum is a dead museum may sound like flat blasphemy to those old habitues of the institution to whom its atmosphere is almost the breath of their life and to whom its treasures of antiquity and art are certainly the nourishment of their minds and souls. Apart from this little band of devout worshipers at the shrine of learning the British museum seems to me quite dead—as dead as a door nail. I have been there many time, and I went there again and walked through long and silent galleries peopled only by the gods of Egypt; India, China, of ancient Greece and Rome and thronged only by those wonderful works of sculpture wrought by cunning hands long crumbled into the dust of past ages, but whose spirit of beauty and reverence still lingers in these heroes and heroines of old renown. In some of the rooms one may see a few nursemaids relieving the tedium of their daily walk through Bloomsbury by bringing their little charges to the museum, where they may amuse themselves and get material for bad dreams while the nurses themselves have a quiet gossip. In the holiday season also one may see troops of Americans passing swiftly through the galleries, "doing" the museum with wonderful dispatch and commenting with western levity upon the relief of ancient civilization and the bones of prehistoric men. But the Londoner does not come. The time that he can spare from lunch hour he devotes to a walk up Cheapside, the Strand or Holborn, "to look at the shops." The day's work done, he takes the first train home. On a Saturday afternoon he prefers a matinee, a game of tennis or cricket or a few hours on the river. I do not blame him altogether, but the fact remains that the British museum is to him an abode of the dead, which he regards with the same repugnance as a tomb—Phillip Gibbs in London Mall. INGALLS AND SHERMAN. How the Kansas Senator Waited For Two Years to Get Even. In the course of his memoirs of departed statesmen Senator Vest tells of a sharp passage between Senator John J. Ingalls and Senator John Sherman. Ingalls had reported from the pensions committee a bill granting a pension to all who had served thirty days in the Federal army. He stated that the bill had been unanimously indorsed by the Republican national convention. He moved an immediate consideration and resumed his seat. "The Democratic senators felt much delicacy in opposing any pensions proposed by the Republicans," says Senator Vest, "and they knew that any opposition on their part would be quoted as evidence of their hostility to Union soldiers. There was profound silence for a moment, and Senator Sherman then addressed the chair, stating that the time had not yet come for service pensions to the soldiers of the last war. He stated that no convention, national or state, had right to instruct him as to his senatorial duty, and he objected to the present consideration of the bill. One night in the Great Alcatraz club—the biggest gambling establishment on the coast at the time—was 'Baldy' Monson, so called because his poll was bare of hair as a pat of butter, except for a tiny patch that remained right on the crown of his head. It had been a cowlick, and, with consistent stubbornness, it had refused to go when the rest of 'Baldy's' hair had departed. Baldy strolled over to where 'Baldy' Monson was acting as lookout for the faro game, preparatory to taking hold of the box himself, and drawing Monson's head down 'Lucky' began to count the hairs that the dealer had left on the top of his head. "How many have you got left?" Baldwin asked of Monson. "Eighteen of 'em an inch or more long, the last time they were counted," soberly replied 'Baldy.' "There may be some trifling short ones besides in the tuft, but they don't figure." "Eighteen, eh?' said 'Lucky.' "Well, it's just foolishness to be packing around only eighteen hairs. Turn me the king, open, for $18,000, and if I win your eighteen hairs go with the pot—how's that? "Baldy" glanced inquiringly at the proprietor of the club, who was standing by, and his employer gave him the nod. Monson took the dealers chair and began the deal. The king won down near the middle of the box, and the proprietor of the club scrawled a check for $18,000 on the Bank of California and handed it over to Baldwin. "Lucky" slipped the eighteen hairs off 'Baldy' Monson's head with the razor edgeged blade of his pocketknife, had the housekeeper at his hotel tie them up in tiny pink ribbon, with a double bow to set them off, and exhibited the tuft in the window of the Bella Union labeled 'Baldy Monson's Scalp.' — Washington Post. The Sound Was Not Hollow. Mr. Dennis was endeavoring to give the doctor a faithful account of his wife's symptoms, but he found it uphill work. "You say she has a cough," said the doctor. "Is it a hollow cough?" Mr. Dennis cast his eyes to the ceiling and then down to the ground, but found no help anywhere. "It may be a hollow cough," he said humbly, "but there's a great soobstance to the sound of it annoyway." Freely Admitted. She—Women may gossip sometimes, but they have better control of their tongues than men have. He—You are right. Men have no control whatever of women's tongues—Kansas City Journal. In Doubt. "He's bald, I believe?" "Yes." "What's the reason?" "I can't say. I don't know whether Father Time or his wife got at his first."—Chicago Post. As he was then called, walked into the famous Old Alcatraz club on Kearney street in San Francisco after having been religiously shunning his bed for about three days and nights running—and in that shape 'Lucky' was, in those days, ready for anything. "A famous dealer in the Alcatraz club—the biggest gambling establishment on the coast at the time—was 'Baldy' Monson was acting as lookout for the faro game, preparatory to taking hold of the box himself, and drawing Monson's head down 'Lucky' began to count the hairs that the dealer had left on the top of his head. "How many have you got left?" Baldwin asked of Monson. "Eighteen of 'em an inch or more long, the last time they were counted," soberly replied 'Baldy.' "There may be some trifling short ones besides in the tuft, but they don't figure." "Eighteen, eh?' said 'Lucky.' "Well, it's just foolishness to be packing around only eighteen hairs. Turn me the king, open for $18,000, and if I win your eighteen hairs go with the pot—how's that? "Baldy" glanced inquiringly at the proprietor of the club, who was standing by, and his employer gave him the nod. Monson took the dealers chair and began the deal. The king won down near the middle of the box, and the proprietor of the club scrawled a check for $18,000 on the Bank of California and handed it over to Baldwin. "Lucky" slipped the eighteen hairs off 'Baldy' Monson's head with the razor edgeged blade of his pocketknife, hadthe housekeeper at his hotel tie them up in tiny pink ribbon, with a double bow to set them off, and exhibitedthe tuft inthewindowoftheBellaUnionlabeled'BaldyMonson'Scalp.' —WashingtonPost. The Sleep. Up to fifteenth year people require ten hours—the twentieth year nine that age every one find he or she requires; though rule.at least six to eight essay. Eight hours almore nervous deranger than any medicine can growth there must be brain is to develop tent,andthemorene Simple Colds Cease to be simple if at all prolonged. The safest way is to put them aside at the very beginning. Ballard's Horehound Syrup stops a cold and removes the cause of colds. 25c, 50c and $1 bottles at Hatzfield's drugstore. SIAMESE BELIEFS. Some peculiar notions of a Very Superstitious People. "The Siamese are a very superstitious people," says Ernest Young, author of the "Kingdom of the Yellow Rule." "They have many peculiar explanations of natural phenomena. Thunder, for instance, is 'the sky crying.' They believe that in the realms above is a horrible giant, whose wife has a violent and uncertain temper. When they quarrel the echo of his voice comes in long, rolling notes from the clouds. If he is very angry he throws his hatchet at his unruly spouse, and when this ponderous weapon strikes the floor of heaven the thunderbolt falls through and comes to earth. "Falling stars are accounted for by the fact that the angels occasionally indulge in torch throwing at one another. When these same beings all insist upon getting into the bath at once the water splashes over the side, and it rains. The winds that sigh in the night are the voices of babies that have lost their way in their travels to the land beyond the grave. "When a Siamese dies he is not buried, but his corpse, fully dressed and then wrapped in a winding sheet, is placed in a sitting posture in a copper urn. A tube is placed in his mouth, and through this a mixture of quicksilver and honey is poured into the body. In this way it is kept for a long time, often for years. Eventually it is burned, and the ashes are carefully preserved. The souls of those whose bones at least are not burned are supposed to become slaves of a horrid taskmaster with a head like a dog, a human body and the temper of a fiend. He sits for all time with his feet in the fires of hell, and it is the duty of his slaves to keep these fires from growing too hot. To do this they must carry water in open wicker baskets through all eternity." He moved an immediate consideration and resumed his seat. "The Democratic senators felt much delicacy in opposing any pensions proposed by the Republicans," says Senator Vest, "and they knew that any opposition on their part would be quoted as evidence of their hostility to Union soldiers. There was profound silence for a moment, and Senator Sherman then addressed the chair, stating that the time had not yet come for service pensions to the soldiers of the last war. He stated that no convention, national or state, had the right to instruct him as to his sentimental duty, and he objected to the present consideration of the bill. The measure went to the calendar and died there, while the crowd of pension attorneys who had originated the scheme formed a sad procession as they filed out of the galleries, uttering fierces anathemas against the Ohio senator." Senator Vest declares that Ingalls, "who never forgot nor forgave, nursed his wrath and two years afterward had his revenge when Sherman appeared before the District of Columbia committee, of which Ingalls was chairman, and advocated an appropriation bill providing for the extension of Fourteenth street to Columbia heights, where Sherman was a large owner of real estate. Senator Sherman in urging the bill said that Washington should be made the most beautiful capital in the world and should have streets, parks and public buildings equal to those of Rome when she was mistress of the world. Ingalls dryly remarked that he had no objection to improving Washington city so as to make it the superior of Rome in every respect, but that he had never heard of a Roman senator asking for an extension of the Appian Way at public expense in order to increase the value of his suburban property." But after this telling shot the Kansas senator voted for the measure.—Kansas City Journal. Her Sense of Rumor. "Is your wife's sense of humor very largely developed?" "Yes, but in a blessed sort of way. The first time I made known my serious intention of marrying her she laughed at me."—Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. Freely Admitted. She—Women may gossip sometimes, but they have better control of their tongues than men leave. He—You are right. Men have no control whatever of women's tongues.—Kansas City Journal. In Doubt. "He's bald, I believe?" "Yes." "What's the reason?" "I can't say. I don't know whether Father Time or his wife got at his first."—Chicago Post. 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I had hot flushes, headache, nervousness and sleeplessness, but a few bottles of your medicine cured me. Whenever I have felt worn-out or badly during the last year, a few doses of "Favorite Prescription" was all I needed to make me well. I have no other medicine in the house and do not need any. This "Favorite Prescription" is my "entire medicine chest," and it keeps me in perfect health. Accept my heartfelt thanks for this fine remedy. Yours very truly, Mayne A. Liddie 502 D-Street, S.E., Washington, D.C. SEND to Dr. R. V. PIERDE, Buffalo, N.Y., for a FREE copy of the "People's Common Sense Medical Advisor." For paper-covered copy enclose 21 one-cent stamps to cover mailing only. Cloth-bound, 31 stamps. Best Liniment on Earth Henry D. Baldwin, supt. city water works, Shullsburg, Wla., writes: "I have tried many kinds of liniment, but have never received much benefit until I used Ballard's Snow Liniment for rheumatism and pains. I think it is the best liniment on earth." 25c, 50c and $1 bottles at Hatzfield's drugstore. "When young men," says Edmund Gosse, "ask me for advice in the formation of a prose style, I have no counsel for them except this: 'Read aloud a portion of the Old and another of the New Testament as often as you possibly can.'" Domestic Troubles It is exceptional to find a family where there are no domestic ruptures occasionally, but these can be lessened by having Dr. King's New Life Pills around. Much trouble they save by their great work in stomach and liver troubles. They not only relieve you but cure. 25c at Hutchinson's. Work has begun upon the Pulitzer school of journalism at Columbia University, for which $2,000,000 has been given by Joseph Pulitzer. It is expected that it will be finished by the fall of 1904, and Murat Halstead, the well-known journalist, has been thought of as being placed at its head. Rev. Carlisle P. B. Martin, L. L. D. Waverly, Texas, writes: "Of a morning, when first rising, I often find a troublesome collection of phlegm, which produces a cough and is very hard to dislodge; but a small quantity of Ballard's Horehound Syrup will at once dislodge it and the trouble is over. I know of no medicine that is equal to it, and it is so pleasant to take. I can most cordially recommend it to all persons needing a medicine for throat and lung troubles." Price 25c, 50c, $1 per bottle at Hatzfield's drugstore. Sleep. Up to the fifteenth year most young people require ten hours' sleep and till the twentieth year nine hours. After that age every one finds out how much he or she requires, though, as a general rule, at least six to eight hours are necessary. Eight hours' sleep will prevent more nervous derangements in women than any medicine can cure. During growth there must be ample sleep if the brain is to develop to its fullest extent, and the more nervous, excitable 1902 Improvements. THE SANDERS-ARNOTT DISC PLOW. The sanders frame now being used on the Sanders-Arnott Disc Plow is the most reliable feature added to the Disc Plow since they were placed on it. The them before buying. No more sprung beams out of line or bent down. We have a new pattern four gang plow for the largest size. The plow without the solid cast frame is old style. Do not use with spring tires. Made in one, two, three and four gang plows. The maximum disc plow in the market. Draft reduced by four inches. We have a liberal proposition to offer any sanders who investigate the merits of this plow. Write for it. ARNOTT & COMPANY Los Angeles, Cal. THE GAZETTE JOB-OFFICE Is fitted to do all kinds of Commercial Printing Sleep. Up to the fifteenth year most young people require ten hours' sleep and till the twentieth year nine hours. After that age every one finds out how much he or she requires, though, as a general rule, at least six to eight hours are necessary. Eight hours' sleep will prevent more nervous derangements in women than any medicine can cure. During growth there must be ample sleep if the brain is to develop to its fullest extent, and the more nervous, excitable or precocious a child is the longer sleep it should get if its intellectual progress is not to come to a premature standstill or its life cut short at an early age. Her Dilemma. Ethel—I can't decide which of them to accept. Kate—Why, that ought to be easy. Ethel—I know; but, you see, Jack always gives me roses, and Reggie always gives me violets, and the flower tells me they cost exactly the same price.—Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. Her Attractiveness. Mr. Nervey—Miss Roxley, I adore you. Will you not be my wife? Miss Roxley (haughtily)—The idea of your proposing to a girl in my station! You should know better. Mr. Nervey—I do know better, but no richer.—Philadelphia Press. 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