DOG RECOGNIZED ITS HOME
Even at Sea, and at Some Distance,
Animal Knew Destroyer to
Which It Belonged.
Except for the serial numbers
painted boldly on the bow, most per
sons have the greatest difficulty in
recognizing one of the 300 destroyers
In the United States navy from anoth
er, but there Is a dog aboard the de
stroyer Schenek No. 150 which seems
In this regard to have far more than
human Intelligence.
This dog—of no particular breed—
has been abourd the Sebenck for about
two years.
Officers aboard the Schenek are tell
In the story of how, not long ago,
when the vessel went from Pensacola
to Guantanamo, the dog was lost. He
could not be found when the time for
departure arrived, although the crew
had been searching the town for him
for almost two hours.
It developed thnt the dog, after the
Bchenek departed, reached another de
stroyer and went to sea with them.
During the voyage the two destroy
ers passed well out to sea. The dog
was on the bridge and harked so loud
ly that he attracted the attention of
the Schenek.
NOTICE OF COLLECTION
OF SIDEWALK TAXES
The tax books for the col
lection of the special assess
ment upon the real property
in the Sidewalk Improvement
District Number 1, for the pur
pose of paying the ninth pay
ment on Newark Sidewalk Im
provement District Bonds, has
been placed in my hands foi
collection.
All owners of real property
living in the district are re
quested to pay their assess
ments to me within thirty days
from November 15, 192If
If such paymnts are not made
action will be commenced al
the end of that time for the
collection of said assessments
and for legal penalties am:
costs.
Given under my hand this
1st day of November, 1921.
T. M. HARRELSON,
Collector
KK-K-M
Pains
Were
Terrific
Read how Mrs. Albert
Gregory, of R. F. D. No.
1, Bluford, 111., got rid of
her Ills. '‘During ... I
was awfully weak . . .
My pains were terrific. I
thought 1 would die. The
bearing-down pains were
actually so severe I could
not stand the pressure of
my hands on the lower
part of my stomach . . .
I simply felt as if life was
for but a short time. My
husband was worried . ..
One evening, while read
ing the Birthday Alma
nac, he came across a
case similar to mine, and
went straight for some
Cardui for me to try.
0
TAKE
CARDUI
The Woman’s Tonic
"I took it faithfully and
the results were immedi
ate,” adds Mrs. Gregory.
“I continued to get bet
ter. all my ills left me,
and I went through . . .
with no further trouble.
My baby was fat and
strong, and myself—thank
God—am once more hale
and hearty, can walk
miles, do my work,
though 44 years old, feel
like a new person. All 1
owe to Cardui.” For
many years Cardui has
been found helpful in
building up the system
when run down by dis
orders peculiar to women.
Take
Cardui
J. 82
§ MR. BOWSER, HE j
§ SORROWS §
0 His Office Boy Meets With 3
Q a Fatal Accident. O
3 By M. QUAD. 3
(XOOOOOOCOOOOCOOOOOOOOOOOO
(©, 1921, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
Mr. Bowser came home to dinner
with a "look of sorrow on his fare.
Mrs. Bowser noticed it the first
thini', but, thinking lie had a slight
case of the colic, she did not say any
thing. At the dinner table, she like
wise noticed that lie had tears in his
eyes at times, and she-intended, when
the meal was finished, to recommend
some eye-water to him. When they
had retired to the sitting room and
Mr. Bowser had sat down and sighed
six or seven times, Mrs. Bowser kindly
inquired:
“Dear, aren't you feeling as well as
usual this evening?”
“No, I'm not,” was his reply, "I have
been through a strenuous day. What
1 have seen today will forever cling to
my memory, even if I should live a
thousand years!”
“Then you have seen something?”
.she asked.
“I have, Mrs. Bowser—I have stood
face to face with death and it was the
death of one very near to me.”
"Did the roof of your office fall in?"
“Don’t be silly. My office boy is
dead. One moment he was alive and
In bounding spirits; the next moment
he was a dead boy.”
“Why, that surely was a had acci
dent,” said Mrs. Bowser. "You told
me, about a month ago, that you had
changed your boys. Was this the new
boy?”
"It was. His name was Nero Fitz
simmons and he had been with me
just a month. The old boy, who had
been with me about five years, became
dissatisfied with his wages. He turned
to painting. He got so he could paint
a pig pen and so lie Joined the paint
ers' union. They went on a strike a
few days ago for eight hours a day.
five days in a week, and seven dollars
a day, and the hoy shook hands with
me and departed. Yes, this was the
new boy. lie was a good hoy, as all
office boys are. He carried oft' my
gold pen, carried off my postage
stamps, and picked up any loose
change lying about, hut he did so with
innocent Intent. He believed that
things were not evenly divided up. He
believed that he had a right to have
my property and so he tried to acquire
It. Poor Nero! Shall I ever find an
other like him?”
“But about his death?” queried Mrs.
Bowser.
“My office Is on the eighth floor of a
skyscraper, you know. There were
some men working on the sidewalk,
and Nero leaned out of the window to
watch them. They saw him and asked
him some questions. As near as I
could make out, his answer was that
they might go to the devil. Nero was a
hit emphatic In his language, but he
didn’t mean anything by it. His heart
was as innocent as that of a lion. One
of the men threatened to punch Nero’s
head, and the innocent hoy leaned far
out of the window to make faces and
shako his fist. He leaned too far. I
was about to reprimand him when he
fell. Alas, poor Nero fell to his death !
He struck on tlie men and then bound
od to tho walk, and he had breathed
his last before I could got down to
him. 1 lifted up his head and talked
to him In my usual fatherly way, but
Ills soul had tied. Every bone In his
body was broken. Tears sprang to my
eyes at once, and I was wiping them
away when one of the workmen told
me that Nero had furnished them
with the excuse they wanted for high
er wages. If an ofliee boy was to fall
on their heads from an eighth story
window, they must have at least four
dollars more a day.”
. “There was tin inquest, wasn’t
there?” asked Mrs. Bowser.
“Yes, certainly. I had to attend the
Inquest and give my testimony. I
wept while giving it, and the coroner
paid me for it. He staid that a noble
heart beat in my breast.”
“Yes, Mr. Bowser, you tiro very emo
tional. Did tim boy have parents?"
“He had a father and a mother, and
nlso a sister and a brother. It devolved
upon me to convey his mortal remains
to ids home. It Is needless to say that
1 wept most of the time while I was
conveying. One moment he was sass
Ing the men on the sidewalk below,
and the next, he was among them ly
In* dead. Such Is the fate of many
office boys!”
“Well, you got there?” said Mrs.
Bowser, after giving Mr. Bowser time
to wipe his weeping eyes again.
“Yes, at last I got there, and I found
the family eating a late lunch. I had
some sorrowful news for them, Mrs.
Bowser, and I hardly knew how to
communicate it. When they saw the
j tears in my eyes, and my chin trem
bling, they at once jumped to the con
clusion that Nero had robbed me of ten
thousand dollars’ worth of Liberty
bonds and gone off to Palm Beach for
a vacation. They seemed greatly re
lieved when I told them to the con
; trary. The only thing that had hap
pened to the boy was his death. They
did not take the news so kindly as I
hoped they would. In fact, they blamed
me a good deal for It. Even when I
stood before them with tears in my
eyes, they stuck to it that I ought to
have pulled him back out of the win
dow by the hair of his head. They
i talked of suing me for fifty thousand
dollars’ damages.”
“Why, they must be a hard-hearted
family!" exclaimed Mrs. Bowser.
“Yes. I should Judge they were.
They had a dispute as to who should
; pay the undertaker, and they had an
other as to which cemetery he should
he buried in. What seemed to them
to be the worst thing about it, was the
fa«t that they were all going to Coney
Island or some other place that eve
“They Were Fighting About His
Burial.”
ning, and my bringing home the body
of Nero knocked a hole in their pro
gram. They asked me about the price
of the coffin and when I replied that
for about a hundred dollars they could
get one to fit Nero, they almost eufue
to blows over It. It was their unani
mous Idea that about thirty dollars
was all they ought to pay. They
argued they* were not to blame for
Nero’s death, and, that if he was Idiot
enough to take chances, any old way
of getting him Into the ground was
i #iod enough.”
"What a family!” said Mrs. Bowser.
"Yes, I didn’t know there were any
such people In this world. Poor Nero’s
body was waiting outside, and they
were fighting about his burial. When
they were not ‘jawing’ each other,
they were threatening me with a suit
for damages.”
“But will there be any suit?”
"No, I think not. We effected a
compromise about that.
"What sort of a compromise?”
“Well, I lent the father $25 and he
will probably never pay It. Nero had
overdrawn his wages about $10, but I
didn’t say a thing about that. I handed
over the $25 and got out, but the
father and the brother may come
here tlds evenliyr to borrow $25 more,
and I think I had better go to bed, and
you can say to them. If they come,
that I have gone out of town to attend
a very important meeting. You can
come to bed when you like.”
The father and brother came, hut
they did not see Mr. Bowser. He had
gone to bed with tears in his eyes,
and Mrs. Bowser found them, rolling
down his cheeks as he slept. Poor
Nero—poor Mr, Bowser!
Elavators Foolproof.
Among the innovations in the new
Ambassador hotel, Park avenue and
Fifty-first street. New York, are the
miero-self-leveling type of elevators,
the first to be Installed in New York.
When the tloor of the car is exactly at
tin* floor level, the car stops. Then,
and not until then, the doors may be
opened. Passengers are thus protect
ed by the double safety device, one
which does away with all danger of
stumbling or tripping, and which also
makes it impossible to open or close
the doors of the elevator shaft until
the car is in the "sufe" position.
Peanut’s Nativity in Dispute.
Some important economic botanists
believe that the weight of authority
is in favor of accepting the peanut as
a native of Brazil, and tiuis adding the
peanut to the four other plants of
high commercial importance which
America has contributed to the agri
culture of the world—cotton, corn, to
bacco and the potato. Before the
Civil war the United States imported
peanuts from West Africa, and today,
notwithstanding the remarkable in
crease in the production of American
peanuts, they are Imported from Spain,
Africa, China and Japan.
Frog Shower at Gibraltar.
During a thunderstorm at Gibraltar
recently a shower of frogs fell on the
north front. Thousands of these
small, hopping creatures were to be
seen in the hedges and aroused much
curiosity. Seven years ago a similar
phenomenqp occurred, and later a
shower of sand covered everything
with a pink deposit.
2IG CITY HAS MANY ’PHuNES
Considerably Over Four Million Cali;
Are Made in New York on
Every Working Day,
A million is a casual sum in Ncv
York, whether a million dollars, t
million persons, or what. Befon
the end of this year there will b<
a million telephones in the city.
In 15 months the telephone com
pany has installed 154,000 nev
phones and a half a million mile
of wire in the. city, more instru
meats than there are in Detroit am
more wire than the Cleveland syt
tern uses, and still it is many thou
sands behind the demand. Si
hundred and twenty new switch
board-operating positions have beei
put into service, as much switch
board space as Pittsburgh use
There are 101 central oilices an
the company is kept almost as bus
thinking up new names for its e>
changes as the Pullman company i
for its cars.
The city’s telephone system ha
almost doubled in eight years, a
though the greatest growth has bee
since January 1, 1920. Then 3|
million calls were being made cac
day. The number is 4,225,000 nov
y2 million of them between th
hours of 10 and 11 a. m. alone, th
peak load.
And there arc 16,000 young worn
«n t6 roll their K’s and tell you th
line is busy!
HOW KNOWLEDGE IS SPREAD.
Mr. Augustus Dinkins of Sun
ville, Ala., was reading an old news
paper in which he chanced upon ai
item he thought might interest hi
friend.
“I observes by dis papah,” pan
Mr. Dinkins “dat de smallest cow
in de world is to be found in d
South seas. Dis papah says dat d
average weight of sieli a cow <loe
not exceed one hundred an’ lift
pounds.”
“Does vo’ suppose,” asked his lis
tener, “dat dat’s where dey gits d
condensed milk from?”—Harper’
Magazine.
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BRAIN TWISTER.
“I’ve got a hard one this time,
said the man who makes the que?
tionnaires.
<r\Vhat is it?” inquired the faith
ful assistant.
“Step up to any man in a tow
that has been dallying with dnyligh
saving and ask him what time it is.
I ■
CROPS ABOUT GATHEREE
Walnut Ridge, Nov. —Ap
proxirnately 50 per cent of th<
corn and 98 per cent of th<
cotton crop in this section ha:
i
been gathered, according to
reports received from both
Randolph and Lawrence coun
ties.
Will Rogers is in town
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