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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - March 30, 1890, Burlington, Iowa PART ONE' I THE BURLINGTON HAWK-EYE. I Pages I lo 4. Established : June, 18*9.]BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, MARCH 30, 1890.-EIGHT FAULS. [Prick. 16 Cents pbk Wbkk. TH! AOTHOS'EDITOB ULM OF VOIE! IID IOOS1ALI8E She Is in Lore With Her Work—Women Who Work on Newspapers Well Treated by Hen Journal -lets—The Profession. [Copyright, 1890.] In bf r cozy nooirin the very heart of the grnat Harper establishment, surrounded by the whir of bookmaking machinery, the noise of which penetrates but does not seem to permeate the quiet of her sanctum, sits daily at her editorial desk Mrs. Margaret E. Bangster, long identified with the success of Hearth and Horne, a popular magazine a dozen years ago; still the loving and beloved postmistress of Young People, and now, in addition, the controlling rnind of that world famous periodical Harper’s Bazar. Her personality, physical and mental, is well known. Modest as she is, Mrs. Bangster has not been able to prevent the strength and sweetness of her character from showing far outside the circle which comes into actual contact with it; her admirers are the thousands who read her writings, her friends the public throughout the land. MRS. MARGARET E. SANGSTER. It was with rather a deprecatory shake of the head that Mrs. Bangster greeted a visitor recently, who &ent to her asking an opinion upon the subject of “Women in Journalism.” “I am not sure that I have any views to formulate upon this matter,” she said, laying aside, with a gesture that had in it no hint of annoyance at work interrupted, the MS. she had been reading. “It is fully twenty years since I l>egan my literary work, and although my experience bas naturally been wide and varied, still in the great field of daily newspaper work, with which in my mind tho word journalism is most intimately allied, I .am in one sense a stranger. “Who are some of the women earliest prominent in this field?” repeated Mrs. Bangster. “I can hardly reply with accuracy on so brief consideration. That strong and brilliant pioneer in the work, Mrs. Swisshelm, is, of course, the name which first suggests itself. Since her time, however, the field has widened on every side and lier followers are legion. The reasons for this are obvious. The greater interest in homo decoration, the wider scope of women’s lives, the many new avenues of self support ©pen to her sex and making this particular epoch so different from thatpin which, fifty years ago, a woman who had her own or her children’s bread to win found, if she were a lady, only sewing and teaching her available arts—all this and more have made it practicable for women to engage in journalism. The fashions, the home economies, the care of babies, the education of tin} older children, the ethics of daily life, social customs, etiquette, amusements and other topics whioh equally touch life af the fountain head of the home, enlist woman’s attention. “Where forty years ago a mother’s magazine, pure indeed, hut intensely narrow and conservative, monopolized the field, we have bright housekeeping and home making periodicals, weekly and monthly, which are as various in their contents as the 'homes to which they go and which carry help, advice, sympathy and a n'ote of cheer wherever the swift mails .carry them. To this department of journalism, as legitimate and as honorable as any other, the educated woman brings her tact, her culture, lier conscience and her brain. “And the work is as much pleasanter than the old time methods of woman’s bread winning as its scope and opportunities are greater. You will rarely find that the woman who writes regards her Occupation, though it may entail hard, almost unremitting, labor, with other than enthusiasm. There is a fascination about seeing one s ideas and opinions set out iii type t scat does not wear Sway with repetition. A score of years has not sated me with the experience. Why, I positively look forward to every issue of Harped Bazar; I study it with zest and eagerness; its contents ase familiar yet delightfully fresh in their new setting. I wish that every one of its readers may find half of the interest and enjoyment between its covers that I do. “Of women reporters it is scarcely fair for me to speak; k know only by hearsay of their branch of tile work; it is different in1 so many respects from the department in which I have always labored that I am not competed!: authority in the matter. I know a number of lovely women who have made a beginning in this way, and as many, too, who ate still following it. Their large measure of success indicates the aptitude of women for this phase of newspaper enterprise. I think, however, that women like to get out of general reporting as soon as possible. It is arduous work and appjoaches more nearly the distasteful, so some of my fiends have told me, than any other branch of journalistic effort. ’ “Concealing the co-working of the sexes iq journalism,” continued Mrs. Bangster in reply to further questioning, “my experience is that women have absolutely nothing to complain of concerning' their treatment by their brother laborers. I do net know that they have done so, although a lady not long ago did express to me a little querulously, in speaking of a visit to a publication office during its busiest time, that sne ‘was not even offered a chair.* A woman should not ask too much. A courteous civility even under the greatest pressure1 of work she will always get, and more ougfit not to be insisted upon. One does not expect the gallantry of the drawing room in the rush of peremptory and absorbing labor any mojy than one looks for white and gold cabinets in the appointments of the business "office.” “What do you knpw of the recently organized Woman’s Press club?** Mrs. Bangster was asked, it having been noted that she was down as a member. “Nothing,” she replied, “except that St is a mistake that I belong to it. Per- flmUr* I *® m* large ones,- especially, do not attract me, and this is in no spirit of criticism. I am a member of only one club, a very small one, which exists more as a circle of congenial companions than as an organization. “Something of the future of woman's pursuit of a journalistic calling?” continued Hrs. Bangster; “I am disinclined to think that she will ever supersede men rn any very perceptible degree. Women have published as well as edited newspapers and periodicals, but in such exceptional and rarely recurring instances as to rather point the assertion that, women cannot compete with men in this particular than th serve as a precedent. Her executive ability is sufficient—I think the average woman has more of that than the average man—but she has not the inherent business instincts and natural business habits that generations of systematic workers have developed in her brother laborer. “To succeed in the journalism for which she is best fitted by nature a woman needs a broad education. She must know literature as well as life. Some skill in the grand old tongues which men call dead is a very helpful thing, and a living language or two besides her own will not come amiss. “The woman journalist must be systematic,though she cannot be the slave of system. She must grasp details, make quick decisions, and learn how to say no, in every possible inflection. She must be quiet mannered and self controlled, not losing her temper when things go wrong. Considerate of others, she will receive consideration from her associates, and will exact no deference which she is not willing to give. She will put heart and conscience in her work and be thorough, leaving no loose ends. She will welcome criticism, but hold to her own judgment if this be needful. “She will feel, if she be a born journalist—and journalists, like poets, are born, not made—the pulse of her public opinion. She will seize by intuition the topics which are vital, but all the while through the tumult and turmoil of the hoar she will hear the far off booming of the bells of eternity and realize that her work is not for today nor to-morrow only, but forever. “In brief, the qualities which inhere in good housekeeping come to the front in good editing, and the journalist will look on her paper as the careful matron at her home—her kingdom to administer, her province to rule, her sphere to till.” WO MSM JAUNTS BUI HIE BEMIS TIE SEMES OF HIS I00IHAUSTIC CHILDHOOD. Kiting Real Estate—How a Mas Got Rick by Betag Compelled to Stay ta Denver—Salt Lake Lots —A Pleas Agent* Lamp Mats. [Copyright, 1890.] Now that lamps are so freely used, there seems to bo an equal demand for mats which serve the double purpose of ornamenting and protecting the table upon which they rest. When to be used upon a dining table which is lighted by one of the lofty “banquet lamps,” the mat is made of material that does not conflict with tile whiteness of the napery. If for a parlor or sitting room table, or little stand, the lamp mat may be of velvet, satin or plush. The mat illustrated is made of green satin, with an interlining of cardboard and back of green canton flannel. The border, which projects beyond the square of cardboard, is made of maple leaves, of which the dark ones are worked on the satin in a manner which will be described presently. The light ones are made of green velvet of a lighter shade. They are buttonholed on the edge with dark green embroidery silk. The vein- A LAMP mat. ing is done .in -Kensington stitch with the satne silk. The satin leaves which ap-oear to underlie the others are edged with a buttonholing of light green silk, and filled with lace or honeycomb stitch. The points of all the leaves are cut out after the edge is worked. An easily made lamp mat and one that is not at all expensive is a circle of dark felt, stiffened with cardboard and bordered with a tliitek roll of red yarn; over Hie roll is a covering of knitted tinsel. The latter is to be found in various shades at fancy stores for four cents a hall. It is knitted loosely on rather large wooden needles in the plain stitch used for making garters or suspenders. The knitted strip is to be sewed over the yarn roll very loosely. No one seeing this bowler, unless familiar with tinsel used in this way, would imagine how it vfas made. Mrs. M. C. Hungerford. [Copyright, 1890, by E. W. Nye.1 Written at Salt Lake. in the Territory ) of Utah, E?d so on, Wh&neyeb > an Opportunity Occurred, j The past week has been one of great personal interest, although it has had little effect on public affairs. I have been visiting my old haunts in Colorado and Wyoming, after about seven years of absence. I have alsb been in Utah, where spring has come in the rich valley of the Jordan and the glossy blackbird, with wing of flame, scoots gayly from bough to bough, deftly declaring his affections right and left and acquiring more wives than he can support, then clearing his record by claiming to have had a revelation which made it all right. One cannot shut his eyes to the fact that there is great real estate activity this spring in the west. It has taken the place of mining and stock, I judge, and everywhere you hear and see men with their heads together plotting against the poor rich man. Yesterday in Salt Lake I saw the sign, “Drugs and Real Estate.” I presume it meant medicine and a small residence lot in the cemetery. In early days in Denver Henry C. Brown, then in the full flush and vigor of manhood, had some talk with the agent of the Atchison stage line for a ticket back to Atchison, as he was lieart broken and homesick. He had a quarter section of land, with a heavy growth of prairie dogs on it, and he had almost persuaded the agent to swap him a stage ticket for this sage brush conservatory, when he gently backed out of the trade. Mr. Brown then sat him down on the sidewalk and cried bitterly. I Just tell this to show how easily some men weep. Atchison is at present so dead [that a good cowboy, with an able mule, could tie to its tall and, putting his spurs to the mule, jerk loose the entire pelt at any time, while Brown’s addition to Denver is worth anywhere from one and a half to two millions of dollars. When Mr. Brown weeps now it is because his victuals are too rich and give him the gout. He sold prairie dogs enough to fence the land in so that it could not blow into Cherry Creek vale, and then he set to work earnestly to wail for the property to advance. Finding that he could not sell the property at any price, he, with great foresight, con- JESSIE BOXSTELLE. Miss Jessie llonstelle. The people of the stage seem to have been unusually unfortunate this season. For many years there has not been se much illness among actors and actresses as at the present time. On the long sick list appears the name of Miss Jessie Bon-stelle, who has been compelled by illness to lose her whole season. Miss Boastelle is a native of Rochester, N. Y., and became well known on the stage when she was a child—<and a very little child, too. When only 5 years old she played the piano and sang ballads so well as to attract attention. At S years she assumed the role of Lady Teazle in “The School for Scandal” with so much ability that her career as an actress was assured. A* the age of 14 she was really an accomplished musician, and had a voice of unusual sweetness and power. Her real professional debut was not made, however, until 1886, when she took seven parts in a protean musical comedietta. She is perhaps best known through her musical work in company with Mr. Fred Crittenden. She is now at her home in Rochester trying to regain her lost health. A play had been written for her to star during the present season, and it is not Improbable that she will take it on the road as soon as she gets well again. Miss Bon-stplle’s soubrette work as Pixey in “A Chip o’ the Old Block” has gained her many friends among the theatre going public. It Is Dangerous to Study One's Self. “I cawn’t for the life of me see,” said Gas De Jay, “what some people were put on* earth foh.” “My dear Mr. De Jay,” said Miss Pepperoni, “you shouldn’t cultivate this un-fortune habit of introspection. ’’—Washington Post metallic, or rather M-xaetamc, ring to ll nowadays! and she miaresit by not working in more topical songs and bright Italian gags. NYE AND -THE SIGN. eluded to retain it. Some men, with no special ability in other directions, have the greatest genius for doing such things, whilst others, with greater genius in other ways, do not make money in this way. A report got around some time ago that I had made a misguess on some property. This is partly true, only it was my wife who speculated. She had never speculated much before, though she had tried other open air amusements. So she swapped a cottage and lots in Hudson, Wis., for city lots in Minneapolis, employing a man named Flinton Pansley to do the trading, look into the title and do the square thing for her. He was a real good man, with heavenly aspirations and a real sorrow in his heart for the prevalence of sin. Still this sorrow did not break in on his business. Well, the business was done by correspondence and Mr. Pansley only charged a reasonable amount, she giving him her new carriage to remunerate him for his brain fag. What the other man paid him for disposing of the lots I do not know. I was away at the time, and haring no insect powder with which to take his life, I spared him to his Bible class. I did send a man over the lots, however, when I returned. They were not really in the city of Minneapolis; that is, they were not near enough to worry anybody by the tumult of town. In fact they were in another county. You may think I am lying about this, but the lots are there, if you have any curiosity to see them. They were not where they were represented to be, and the machine shops and gas works and court hofise were quite a long distance away. You could out some hay on these lots, but not enough to pay the interest on the mortgage. Frogs build their nests there in the spring and rear their young, but people never go there. Two years ago Senator Washburn killed a bear on one of these lots, but that is all they have ever produced, except a slight coldness on our part toward Mr. Pansley. He says he likes the carriage real well, and anything he can do for us in the future in dickering for city property will be done with an alacrity that would almost make one’s head swim. I must add that I have the permission to use this information, as the victim seems to Slink there was something kind of amusing about it. Some people think a thing funny which others can hardly get any amusement out of. What I wonder at is that Jje did not ask for the team when he got the carriage. Possibly he did not like the team. I just learned recently that Pansley and the Benders used to be very thick in an early day, but after a while the Benders said they guessed they would have to be excused. Even the Benders had to draw tike line somewhere. But now I am buying in Salt Lake. Not a heavy venture, you understand. Just the boxoffice receipts for one evening. I see it stilted in the papers at $10,000. Anyway I will let that go. That is near enough. When I see anything in the papers I ask no more questions. I do not think it is right. Patti and I have both made it a rule this winter to put in at least one evening as an investment where we happen to be. We we almost sure to do well out of it, and we also get better notices in the paper. Patti is not looking so well this season as she did when my father took me to see hor in the prime of her life. Though getting quite plain, it costs as much to I — her aa ever it did* Her_voice. baa.a AN INTERVIEW WITH PATIL I asked her about an old singer who used to be with her. She said, “He was remova to ze ocean, where he keepa zs lighthouse. He learn to himself how to manage ze lighthouse one seasong; then he try by himself to star.” Now, if she would do some of tho®?, things on the stage, it would pay her first rate. Last week I visited Wyoming a good deal and met many old friends, all of whom shook me warmly by the hand as soon as they saw me. I visited the capitol, and both houses adjourned for an hour out of respect to my memory. I will never say anything mean of a member of the legislature again. A speech of welcome was made by the gentleman from Crook county, Mr. Kellogg, the Demosthenes of the coming 6tate. He made statements about me that day which in the paper read almost as good and truthful as an epitaph. Going over the hill, at Crpw creek, whose perfumed waters kiss the livery stables and abattoirs at Camp Carlin, three slender Sarah Bernhardt coyotes came toward the train, looking wistfully at me as who should say: “Why, partner, how you have fleshed up.” Answering them from the platform of the car, I 6aid: “Go east, young men, and flesh up with the country.” HQnestly and seriously, I do think that if the coyote would change off and try the soft shell crab for awhile, he would pick right up. When I got to Laramie City the welcome was so warm that it almost wiped out the memory of my shabby welcome in New York harbor last summer on my return from Europe, when even my band went back on me and got drunk at Coney Island on the very money I had given them to use in wAHWfaing me home again. Winter has been a little severe along the cattle ranges, and deceased cattle may be seen extending their swollen abdomens into the bright, crisp air as the train rapidly whirls one along at the rate of seven to eight miles per hour. The skinning of a frozen steer is something to which I alluded awhile ago. Col. Buffalo Bill, who served under Washtag-tonand killed buffalo and baby elephants at Valley Forge, according to an Italian paper, should have put this feature into his show. Maybe he will when he reads this. The cow gentleman first selects a quick yet steady going mule, then he looks for a dead steer. He does not have to look very far. He now attaches one end of the deceased to some permanent object. This is harder to find than the steer, however. He then attaches his rope to the hide of the remains, having cut it with his knife first. He next starts the mule off, and a mile or so away he discovers that the hide is entirely free from the cold and pulseless remains. LOOKING UP HIS REAL ESTATE. Sometimes a cowboy tries to skin a steer before the animal is entirely dead, and when the former gets back to the place from which, be was kicked he finds that he has a find new set of whiskers with which to surprise his friends. The Pacific roads have greatly improved in recent years, and though they do not dazzle x>ne with their speed they are much more comfortable to pass a few weeks on than they were when the eating houses, or many of them, were in the hands of people who could not cook very well, but who made a good deal of money. Now you can eat from a good buffet car at your leisure or a first class dining car, or you can stop off and get a good meal, or you can carry a few hens and eat hard boiled eggs fiji over your neighbors. I de not think people on the cars ought to keep hens. It disturbs the other passengers and is anything but agreeable to the hens. Close confinement is never good for a hap. that is advanced in years, and the cigar smoke from the rear of the car hurts her voice, I t^iink. California will, no doubt, be the theme for my next letter] if there should be no delay in getting through. I do not know exactly upon what features I will treat, but whatever they *may be, the article will be interesting and thrilling in the extreme, abounding in rich word pictures and bright metaphors which will hold the reader by the coat button, entranced and spell bound, till the entire article is greedily snapped up. Meanwhile time may drag a little with the leader, but something else may turn up to take his attention from the monotony. POINTS WING. it hi the ion forum of spobts sits MALCOLM rom. How Famous Oarsmen Train—Some Peculiarities of William O’Conner and the Late Henry Searle -llhat to de. Rowing is an exercise which probably stands higher in popular favor than any other one form of physical work. The mere fact that it can be practiced only in the open air may account to a great extent for its popularity. As an exercise it acts directly upon the legs, back, shoulders and arms, and about the only part of the body it does not affect is the chest, although to a small extent it develops the muscles there. The back receives the greatest share of work, and the muscles on that part of a well trained oarsman stand out prominently. One great advantage in rowing is that both old and young can engage in it with enough satisfaction to derive pleasant recreation. This is not so in games that require activity, such as running or jumping, and although rowing in races is an unusually severe strain on one’s body, still as the huge majdrity row few pleasure, it is not to be wondered at that men of comparatively advanced years are seen skimming the water in numbers that compare favorably with those representing younger athletes. Understood tho Case. Stranger—I should like to retain you in an important case. It is a fight ovm a child. Great Lawyer—Between husband and wife? “No, she is an orphan and has no near relatives. The contest is between distant relatives on both sides of tho house. “Ah, I see. How much is she hare® to?*—New York Weekly. ta the statistics of tao Protestant Episcopal church in tho United States there is an increase in tho number of Sunday school scholars for the year 1888-89 amounting nearly to 38,000, nearby o quarter of the increase bebf ta Feun$yi* ▼anta. O’CONNOR BEGINNING A STROKE. [From an instantaneous photograph]. Very few athletes engage in the exercise of running simply for recreation. They generally have an object in view, such as getting into condition for a certain event. If, however, a man leading a sedentary life is troubled with headaches or dyspepsia, the exercise be woulti be advised to indulge in would be light all round gymnastic work or for the summer months rowing. The reason these exercises far excel others for such a purpose is that they can be taken in a very mild form, and at the same time call into play many muscles. A man, whether young or old, can get in a boat and pull over a few miles,breathing at the same time plenty of fresh air, and on returning feel that a complete change in his physical tone has taken place. He may be fatigued, but still no one set of muscles will have been worked sufficiently hard to cause a downright ache. The mere exercise of pulling an oar slowly will very seldom stiffen a man. Racing, of course, is different, and a tough two or three mile pull will cause a commotion among the muscles used and the heart and lungs which will not be soon forgotten by one who is unaccustomed to such things. Although my forte is all round athletics I have done considerable boat pulling, and can Bay that to spurt with an oar is an exercise as vigorous as I ever attempted. One will often hear the question, “Where did Hanian get his power from, and how is it that O’Connor is but a medium sized man, and Henry Searle, who was the world’s champion at the time of his death, was no bigger?” These three oarsmen were and are looked upon as the best the world ever produced. Hanian used to row at 156 pounds. O’Connor’s weight in condition is between 158 and IOO pounds, and Henry Searle, when he beat O’Connor last fall in England and won the proud title of champion of the world, weighed about ICS pounds. There are other good oarsmen who are many pounds heavier and three or four inches taller than these three men; they have a longer reach and sweep, but for the past dozen years no big man has reached the top. When I first met Hanian we engaged in conversation concerning what was necessary to keep in good condition at our respective specialties, and what he told me struck me so forcibly that I have thought often of the wisdom of his advice and how well one can apply it to any kind of exercise. At that time I did not know quite so much About exercise m general as I have since learned, and on asking him what diet he lived on and how he kept himself down in flesh, Hanian said: “AU these ideas about my dieting or reducing flesh are wrong. My rowing ability has come simply from a continued use of certain muscles,and put me on an exercise that would bring in the use of muscles other than those developed on me and I will be all at sea, even though most people probably imagine that I am in splendid condition and fearfully strong all over.” Hanian at this time was in fine rowing fettle, and we were just about the same size and weight. Now, however, he is about twenty-five pounds heavier, for he lately told me he weighed 185 pounds in athletic costume. To continue what he told me at our first meeting, I remember well his asking me to feel certain parts of his arm developed by the exercise of pulling an oar, and he said: “I can tell by feeling your* that there is quite a difference in shape from mine. You have shoved dumb bells and done a good deal of til tile well known oarsman, Wallace returned to New York, after having had a considerable stay in England. He, of coarse, saw the SearledD’Connor race, and he told nae that the latter was rather under weight on the day of the contest. The illustration, “Searle Beginning a Stroke,” shows that that oarsman probably took a longer sweep than O’Connor. The arms are much extended and the body is thrown forward further than shown in O’Connor’s picture. Ross told me that he thought Searle had a more powerful stroke than O’Connor, although he admitted that the latter did not seem to be at his beet when the two met. 5he two illustrations of the men show very well their comparative size, and in point of physique they were most evenly matched. Searles native country, Australia, has been the scene of unusual activity in professional rowing since the first visit there of Edward Hanian between eight and ten years ago. The government spent a large amount of money in straightening the Parametta river, and in Hanl&n's estimation it is the finest course he has seeu. As so much interest is taken in rowing, as is known So be the case in Australia, it is no wonder that good oarsmen are developed there. O’Connor left America but a few weeks ago for Australia in search of laurels, and as he is well aware of the class he will have to compete with, the probabilities are that he will leave nothing undone to further perfect his rowing abilities, even though they are now very high class. The illustration “Finish of Stroke” is from an instantaneous photograph of two men in an- eight oared crew. It can be seen that there is a decided difference in their attitudea One is leaning back more than the other. The picture shows well the general positions of the arms and gives a fair idea of the amount of motion or swing used in a full stroke. Instructors say that the only part of the stroke where the muscles of the chest are developed is the one shown in this picture, which probably, to be a little more explicit, means the last six inches of the whole swing, There is a great difference in the way oarsmen hold the head at the finish of a stroke, and the tendency with the majority is to poke the head badly forward on to the chest, thereby developing what some instructors call wry neck,” and which not onl^ looks bad, but is injurious. The same results, however, can be seen in many men who never rowed a stroke, having been brougnt about by sitting or leaning over desks. Rut rowing is known to produce, unless care is used, an aggravated type of wry neck, which looks in some cases like a deformity. The reaching forward of the arms will tend to throw HE PEKLO OF HUHTM DP BiCI NUMBER FAMILY HBTOIY., SEARLE BEGINNING A STROKE. [From an instantaneous photograph.] gymnasium work which has brought it up well in all parts, but put us on any kind of a pulling machine and I can probably play with yon. That is the whole secret of my rowing. I eat moderately plain food and get a good quantity of sleep, but if I have any muscular energy to waste it is directed almost entirely to pulling A boat, and Lam at present fit to put as good a strain on an oar as any one I know of.” It will be seen by the above that Hanian’a theory of rowing is not at all complicated, and it resolves itself to a question of having stronger pulling muscles than any other man. His sty!* at using the oar was considered very fine, and even now, in giving different exhibitions of oarsmanship, he has not lock the same smooth, powerful swing which he showed when he proved himself to be invincible. The illustration, “O'Connor Beginning Stroke,” shows that oarsman as he appears in bis boat. When William O’Connor was an amateur predictions were many that he was quite capable of developing into an dhraman as good as any who bud then come before the rowing world. His numerous sarcasms ta this country, after he had become a professional, proved that the form he showed white an amateur had not been misjudged. 0*0oo-nor is known to have good staying power and en easy wwy rf Komilteg an oar. Previous to Ins departure for TfrigUnrfi to row again* Henry E. Searle last flail I had a conversation with trim in regard to his prospects and fade general method of gutting into condition. He, ae well as Hanian, put particular tanto on developing the palling muscles, although he gave me the impi canon that he eontadarad rowing more of a auiopce than Hanian doeu He spoke of liiffwnmt rigs of shelle ta a detailed way, which chowed that he wee fully alive to any advantage gained ta using a new invention ta ti*** fine. O’Connor left thaa country last Angust, and I heard FINISH OF STROKE. [Frojn an instantaneous photograph.] the body forward on account of the action of the muscles, and unless an oarsman takes particular pains to throw his head back as much as possible the constant indulgence in his exercise will make a material change in the position of his head on its shoulders. The question of whether or not rowing is responsible for round shoulders has been discussed too often to need much further comment, but I liave noticed that there are more round shouldered oarsmen than any other one form of exercise will show. There are, of. course, more oarsmen to pick from, however. There is no question that tug of war or weight lifting will tend to curve an athlete* back even more than rowing, for in those exercises there is actually no way one can throw the head back when practicing, have met some good oarsmen who were far straighter than the average man. If they had not paid particular attention during the finish of the stroke to holding their heads erect and taking the opportunity to throw the chest out, they might show the same wry neck, round and stooping back and flat chest which plenty Osgood oarsmen have. This port of the subject is most easy to experiment with, and it can be fully understood by trying the movement in a boat or on a rowing machine. Keep the shoulders round and head thrown over all the time, as the tendency is in pulling a race, and then try holding the head erect, and at the finish of the stroke throw the chest out and the shoulders back, and the most inexperienced casual observer cannot fail to notice the difference. Although it may be troublesome to follow the latter method in a race, there is no excuse for not adopting it when rowing for recrea fion.    Malcolm    W.    Ford. "Johnny” Murphy. Manager Mutrie has been particularly successful in signing promising young players for his team, and John BL Murphy is reckoned near the head of his list of “kids.” He was born in Fitchburg, Mass., March 8,1867. He is 5 feet ll inches in heigh* and weighs 165 pounds. He bas Pl a yod with the Fitchburg team for the past five seasons and played against nearly every nine in the state. He has always played in the field, except for a short time when he covered first base. Murphy’s strongest point is his sprinting abilities. His speed makes him a john h. murphy godd fielder and base runner. He played in twenty-six games last season, made 40 hits in 112 times at bat, with an average of .3.^7 on single hits and .482 on long hits. His fielding average was .896 and he stole forty bases. Of course these figures were made against amateur, semi-professional and college teams, but they indicate promise Persistency of the Job-Hunter. Division Superintendent—Did n’t I tel you to come ’round here only once a week? Applicant—Yes, sir; but Saturday, when I called, it was last week; and now Monday, it is this week!—Puck. Equestrian Item. Yanderchump—I don't see Dudelv riding in the park any more. Vanderclam—No, he has quit it. “Sworn off?” “No, he fell off and broke his neck."— Texas Siftings. Two Resemblances. McCorkle—Dolley is as tall as a ladder. McCrackle—Yes; and he is like a ladder in another respect, too. “What is that?” “You can see through him."—Yeno-wine's News. Nothing to Brag About. Salesman (holding up a vase)—This is exceptionally fine; all hand painted. Small Sister (scornfully)—That's nothing; so is the back of our house.—life. said Misunderstood. “Ah, sir, I’ve seen better days, the beggar, piteously. “So have I,” said de Jinks. “It’s very nahsty today.”—New York Sun. Coanted Out. I thought that I had won ber heart* That she was mine alone: No .more would rivals rouse mj feats, Henceforth her love I'd own. For she had asked in tender tones, In which true love sighs were, If I my latest photograph Would kindly give to her. Deceitful wretch: abe gave it to The maid who cleans the halls, But first she wrote upon the back: Rogue Sometimes Made by mu Old Man Who is Engaged in Preparing Pedigrees for Rich Americans -Handsome Actors* [Copyright, IMO ] New York. March 20.—Do you cherish the arcadian idea that the wealthy classes of this glorious metropolis snap their fingers at monarchical pride in blue blood? I can fancy you—whoever you are—saying “yes,” with the folds of the Star Spangled Banner fluttering proudly in your voice. Then permit me to shake my head pityingly and solemnly you, for I was of the same opinion until one fine morning about a week since, when I strayed into a little shop in a forgotten corner of the city. On the spot I wrote myself ‘egregiously an ass,” as Shakespeare so aptly puts it. LOOKING CP ANCESTORS. Now what do you suppose I stumbled on to so upset my preconceived theory? Nothing less than a very small, very old man who makes his living by unearthing grandpapas and grandmammas for ambitious Americans at so much per head. My illusions took to their heels, and I felt my rampant democracy shrivel before the proofs of American shoddy As contained in his ten thousand powdered, bewigged gallant or the brigand in a daredevil slouch hat, and not the languid modern “dude" who lolls against the Moorish portico of the Hoffman house cafe. Kyrie Bellow used to have his throngs of worshiping damsels waiting for him in the mud outside Wnllack's. Max Alvary was openly kissed in the street and pelted with roses by a throng of enthusiastic women after his farewell appearance at the opera last season. Herbert Kelcey's portrayal of the handsome young divine in “The Charity Ball,” at the Lyceum, has brought many rte emits to the standing army of girls, who swear by the curl of his mustache and the classical cut of his nose. As for Maurice Barrymore, with his musical drawl and his magnetic eyes, which he somehow manages to make look blue ever the footlights, he stands pre-eminent as the recipient of more “mash” notes than any man on the metropolitan stage. How many ardent expressions and exclamations ou scented paper have gone to light hi* cigarettes as he lolls in his dressing room between the acts! For, besides being married, his tastes run only to boxing and bulldogs instead of romance. The girls know this. and still tho notes, monogrammed and otherwise, pour in. Henry Miller and young Both em have dona their share toward lacerating girlish hearts as well as hearts old enough to know better across the hue of lights which separates the real from the mimic world. The former is married and is the domesticated papa of a small family, and the latter** indifference to women is well known: but do you suppose that makes any difference? Dear me, no! Enthusiastic maidens in JLedfern gowns rave ami write just the sumo, and experience a thrill when they encounter either on Broadway. During the long run of “TheMikado” here, when the since fatuous Courtice Pounds, as Nanki-Poo, sent his melodious tenor notes pulsating among the forest of ropes far up in the flies, there vv;us one young woman whose infatuate n for bn was so great she unconsciously made herself Conspicuous to all the attaches of til > taeatre. I’ll tell you about it, Having watched her id I from the remoteness of a dollar seat for nineteen consecutive times, she dot ided on the luxury of a chaser view—yea, and on the very front seat. X as such an old, tiny man, aud his gaze so terribly retrospective it almost seemed as if he had known Adam intimately. He sat in a maze of cobwebs and old clocks, a ghoul among his dog eared tomes, a bright eyed specter, with fingers hooked from much turning of leaves, and lips dry and shrunken, as if nothing more substantial than book dust had ever crossed them. Records smelling of age were piled around him or packed in chests over three hundred years old; he sat on a stool covered with faded tapestry from which the figures had long been blurred, aud his antiquated hat and coat were hanging on one of the branches of a candelabrum, which looked as if it might have held candies during Washington's toddling days. Altogether he was a queer old man, living in a very queer shop, a character round whom Dickens could have woven an admirable charm of mystery aud romance. The services of this genealogical scout are constantly required by Mr. and Mrs. Newly-Rich. Say that these good people, having garnered in dollars by the ton, having bought a house on Madison square, engaged an English flunky, a French maid, aud sent their son to Yale, are anxious to usher their daughter into the cream of metropolitan society. No “arf aud arf” splendor will suit them. Their longing eyes are unalterably fixed on that apparently unattainable height where the golder* edged 400 stand in a state of perennial condescension to tile masses stumbling and clambering as lost they may far, far below. But McAllister is proof against the seductive chink of their silver dollars. “Who was your grandfather ?’’ he asks with an uncompromising stare through his monocle. “Did ho have anything to do with signing the Declaration of Independence? Was he one of that small body known as the Pilgrim Fathers, whose reputed numbers keep increasing yearly? Perhaps some distant relative took Lady Washington down to dinner at some time or another, or some little thing like that! Almost anything will do, you know.” After this suggestion Mr. and Mrs. Newly-Rich go forth in ,search of an ancestor and sooner or later they find themselves in the dusty little shop where my illusions came toppling about my ears. Giv^n the names of the families on both sides and as much of their history as possible, the old man proceeds to trace'his patrons’ family backward. If necessary he is sent to England or France, as the case may be, to continue the search there, and woe their ambitious hopes if he comes back w ithout tidings of one progenitor worth speaking of I uj ij tit N (ll [ii|ii rn A - UMm JP* y' lfWM. 4B#k' hi fax UK alvary in the hajtds of his admirers. This sometimes happens, and it become* his painful duty to make the fact known. What long forgotten skeletons his palsied fingers drag from their cupboards! How be rattles the bones before the horrified lyes of the woald be. aristocrat before relegating them again to the cobwebs of the past I What ■tories of hate, disappointment and crime ■tart out bristling with all their early horror from his worm eaten tomes! Young Mr. Money Bags wanted to sink into his patent leathers when he found that hie earliest known progenitor had languished in Newgate for helping himself from another men's till. And Miss Croesus, who put on gffe&t airs because her profile was said to resemble the Princess of Wales, had sudden recourse to her vinaigrette when told beyond a doubt that an ancestor of hers had been banged in Hertfordshire for the combined offenses of horse stealing and wife beating in the early part of the Eighteenth century. "But Isn’t this all very shoddy TI asked, with a comprehensive glance, which took in the cobwebs, old clocks and the gayly illuminated heraldic documents scattered everywhere. "Not at all,” whined the old man; “I can taow you Scripture for it. Every record I ■end out bears this verse: Numbers, chapter ii, verse 2: 'Every man of the children of Israel shall pitch by his own standard, with the ensign of their father’s house: far off about the tabernacle of the congregation shall they pitch.’” He seemed to think this argument conclusive. To me it was a trifle vague, but probably to Mrs. Newly-Rich, happy in the possession of a brand new grandfather, it would read Hke a direct message from heaven. Why, I wonder, do so many girls under 20 fall in love with our handsome actors? It is a problem for a psychologist to solve. Perhaps it’s the luster of the footlights, or the lines which another man’s brain puts in their mouths, or the romance, the color, light, the poses, the fictitious, attractive environment. It may be any one of these or all together. It is always the actin*, however, who makes tits impression, and never the man—the ba- ^ •W*7v-    " ' U * f f *!' TnEIR HANDS UPON Til KI ll HEARTS. The ticket, seller gave a slight cough and twitched his eyebrow a.-. ho .saw her loom up for the twentieth time, but ho did not smile —who ever saw a ticket seller smile? “I want a seat in tho front row of the orchestra for next Saturday’s matinee,” said she of the hounding heart and blonde tresses. “All gone. Will three rows back do?” “No. I’ll take it for a week from Saturday.” “All gone, too.” “Two weeks then.” “Gone.” “Three weeks,” came promptly, and the light of battle was in her eye. Bhe’d sidler Nanki-Poo from a front row seat, or know the reason why. “Those tickets are not printed y» t. You can have one reserved if you like to take so much trouble.” She did like and flashed a calcium light glance of indignation on bim. “Will you lie sure,” sue asked, with impressive ♦•arnestness, “to lave me one right next the stager’ The ticket seller looked grave and sad. “I’m sorry,” said he, “that the musicians have to come first. I don’t believe this could lie altered, but perhaps if you saw the manager”- She did not wait to hear the rest of the sentence, and a diabolical gl> am of satisfaction overspread the ticket seller’s face. “That’s one on her I” said lie tersely before he subsided into his normal state of petrifaction. Well, the long looked for matinee arrived, and so did this young woman, having first sent a note to tho fascinating tenor that she’d tie th* re with an enormous bunch of violets on her left shoulder. {She also made the modest request that in singing “The Flowers That Bloom in the Spring” he would lay his hand upon his heart a- a igu to snow that he appreciated her admirat ion. Oh, what burning humiliation was crowded into the hours that followed I One after the other as the players appeared we ir amused glances sought out tho young woman with the viol*** -.ti tie- front row. (Jour:ice peeped at her behind Isis fan, but so did Ko-Ko, the chorus ai I the man who played the big violin. Courtice laid his hand on his heart with the rhythmical regularity of a mechanical tey, but so did Ko-Ko and so did the chorus, wniie the man w ith tun big violin hid bis bead behind it. in laughter. Ridiculous a-id ly for I d her far as “ii betrayed hotter^ ud the original text soh whole corn any ogk and Poo-Ban went so Perfidy! Ste ha/1 tx Her cheeks flamed U /avulsion of re put into 1/enefit. The /in the wtfigs, wink at he% *tter. .She was no cl OM? to the footlights their radiance was full upon her face and h/-r suffering was plainly visible to her tormentors. Hard American “grit” made her sit th" play out without even removing the violets, but one incipient f'x.tiight romance died and was buried that day under a front row orchestra chair.    Evelyn. Trout and Superstition. Tile trout is derived from ;i word meaning to eat, juntas salmon from one meaning to leap. The former fish bas acquired some celebrity in folk medicine. Thus it is a superstition of Shropshire that a pie dish full of cider should be taken down to a river and a good sized trout caught and drowned in the cider, would a person recover from the whooping cough. Trout and cider were then to lie carefully carried back to the hou-e, and the sick person must eat the trout after it has bee n fried and drink the cider. In Northumberland fortthe same ailment a trout’s head is put into the mouth of the sufferer, and, as it is said, the trout is left to breathe in the patient’s mouth. Still more curiously, Mr. Henderson relates that a friend, when fishing in Cleveland, was asked by a peasant to give him a “wick’’ (live) trout to lay on the stomach of one of his children who was much troubled with worms, a trout so applied being a obtain cure for the complaint.— Gentleman’s Magazine. Nine Tailors Make a Man. Everybody has heard of the saying that it takes nine tailors to make a man, and the general supposition is that it reflects upon tailors in some indefinite manner, and no one knows where the saying originated. Now, the truth is that the saying is misquoted, and the proper word Is tailers, or tellers, not tailors, a3 often written, and its origin can be traced back several centuries. It was one of the customs when a person died in the parish to toll the church bell once for every year of the deceased’s life. But nobody from lids could tell the sex of the departed, so the sexton, to gratify public curiosity, after ringing in tlse usual w?y the number of years, would give eight quick strokes if the deceased was a woman and nine if it was a man. This being rung at the end of tile strokes for the years were called tailers* and thus nine tailers made a man,— ;