The Meridian Tribune. (Meridian, Tex.), Vol. 18, No. 12, Ed. 1 Friday, September 6, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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CKED OUT THE WRONG EYE
Thysician Meant Well Enough but He
^ Had Left the Motorman Serious
ly Handicapped.
y Frank E. Payne, a member of the
state railroad commission, said when
investigating a trolley accident re-
cently, he was told of a motorman on
a work car who was running at high
• speed when the trucks left the rails
because of snow and sleet, and the
car was thrown to the side of the right
of way, bringing up against a tele-
phone pole.
“The motorman was not seriously
hurt, but was cut and bruised about
the head ’and face by flying glass. He
was carried to a physician’s office
where his wounds were dressed and
bandaged. When the physician had
placed the last pin, he asked the
wounded man if he felt like he could
: walk.
"‘Sure, I can walk all right,’ re-
turned the patient, ‘but I wish you
would fix those bandages so I can
see.’
“‘Why, man,’ returned the physi-
cian, ‘I left one of your eyes uncovered
for the purpose.’
“But, doc, that eye you left uncov-
ered is a glass one.’”—Indianapolis
News.
Telling the Age of a Horse.
The age of a horse may be judged
by the appearance of the teeth be-
cause on the upper surface of the in-
cisors a hollow is to be seen in the
young tooth, which, not extending
: through the whole substance, natural-
ly wears out with the wear of the
tooth, and as a considerable degree
of regularity occurs in the wearing
away in all horses, it has been adopt-
ed as a general criterion of age.
A man has no use for a woman who
attempts to convince him that he is
wrong and succeeds in doing it.
It takes a lot to live—and it re-
quires a house on the lot.
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URKEY in war times is
apparently a cheerful
and carefree land, but
one has to dive under
the surface at times
to find an undercurrent
like that of the Bos-
phorus itself. Old globe
trotters are well aware
that the surface cur-
rent of the Bosphorus flows merri-
ly from the Black sea down past the
Golden Horn and into the Sea of Mar-
mora, while far below there is a coun-
tercurrent going the other way and
carrying the salter waters of the Med-
iterranean up to the doors of Costan-
za and Odessa.
In the city of Constantinople one
would suppose that was war unknown.
Doubtless the heads that are under a
million red fezzes have some Inklings
of it, but they do not think very hard.
"You see,” said a member of the
Young Turk party, “this war is about
the unluckiest thing that could have
happened to the government. It was
only a short time ago, as history is
written, since the revolutionists came
over from Macedonia and with very
little ceremony lifted the sultan out
of the chair of his fathers and de-
posited him in the provincial city of
Salonica, where he remains even unto
this day.
“They did not let him take even
bis wives or his beautiful pair of
mouth and handles visitors and in-
truders with consummate sang froid.
A company of gendarmes, very badly
drilled and extremely awkward in ap-
pearance, lines up at the curb, while
an officer walks along and kicks their
feet into some sort of position.
Presently there is a clatter of
horses’ hoofs and three closed car-
riages roll up from the west. In them
are women wearing white veils. There
are also' some children. These are
from the imperial harem.
The horses are unharnessed and led
away, and then the carriages are trun-
dled by hand to positions against the
curb east of the mosque. This im-
portant operation is supervised by the
chief eunuch, a coal black Ethiopian
over six feet tall, clothed in the black
broadcloth of an undertaker, but wear-
ing the inevitable fez.
Meanwhile the minister of war is,
lounging in front of the mosque en-
trance and apparently cracking jokes
with another brilliantly bedecked of-
ficer. At any rate both are laughing,
and so are most of the other military
dignitaries. In a few minutes these
officers are lined up in a diagonal di-
rection from the mosque steps.
The music of a military band is
heard coming from the east. Then
the sultan’s bodyguard, a finely mount-
ed and well set up body of cavalry,
comes up in a column of fours. When
they pass the sultan’s - carriage drives
If you ask a Turkish business man,
he will tell you at once that the war
is ruinous. He will tell you that there
is positively no business at all. In the
Grand Bazar the merchants sit cross-
legged and smoke cigarettes. They
leap at a stranger like so many hun-
gry wolves and almost drag him into
their shops.
We left Constantinople at 5 p. m. on
Sunday. The regular sailing hour is
noon, but the vessels are compelled to
start now at an hour which will bring
them to the Dardanelles in the early
morning. They cannot pass at night
on account of the mines. It is at the
ancient gateway of the Hellespont
that one first realizes that grim war
is not far away from Constantinople.
The forts are all fully garrisoned and
the quiet discipline of military rou-
tine is in evidence.
- A 24-hour run from Constantinople
brings us to Smyrna, the key to Asia
Minor, the queen city of' Turkey’s
Asiatic possessions, situated in a
place almost ideally planned for at-
tack from the sea. The gulf runs in-
land 34 miles. It is bounded by bold
mountainous headlands. Off its shores
lie large islands, Mitylene and Chios,
behind which an enemy’s fleets can
assemble unseen and make sudden
descents.
“There is no business at all,” said a
Smyrna merchant. “It is true that
Constantinople has been affected, but
it is very little. People continue to
go there. But here everything has
stopped. Why, you can buy our best
rugs at your own price. We can’t sell
anything. We give things away. What
can we do?”
“We don’t have the big caravans,”
said a Smyrna man, “and there is no
business for them. The little cara-
vans carry necessities to the places
COMFORT IN TRAVELER’S TEA
One Wise in Lore of Creature Com-
fort Never Wanders Far With-
out Her Own Tea Caddy.
In traveling both at home and
abroad, there is great comfort in your
own cup of tea. On the steamer, par-
ticularly, you miss your own brand
and the well-versed traveler who is
wise in the lore of creature comforts
never wanders far from home with-
out her tea caddy. It adds greatly
to her popularity. "Of, if I only had a
good cup of tea,” is the general cry
on shipboard and then this far-sighted
woman produces the cheering leaves,
and she becomes the center of attrac-
tion, and has her little coterie every
afternoon. There are some who pre-
fer it for the morning meal, too, in-
stead of the usual mediocre coffee
with condensed milk.
For this poignant need of the trav-
eler, a charming little tea box of ma-
hogany containing a small silver tea
caddy and a little tea ball, reproducing
a miniature tea kettle, has been put
upon the market. It is very simple
In arrangement, compact, and easy to
pack and makes a really practical
gift.
There are many places on the conti-
nent where good tea is a real luxury,
and many an unsophisticated Ameri-
can is astonished when she pays her
bill for what she considers a very
simple repast. She finds that her cup
of tea costs more than a very elab-
orate dessert, and so it is a great
economy as well as comfort to carry
your own tea with you.
HINTS ON CANNING GREENS
Method Which If Followed Carefully
Will Insure Success
Every Time.
Many things used for greens may be
canned by the following method: Pick
over carefully and wash the leaves—
mixture of kinds is desirable; cook in
boiling salted water as for the table
until nearly done; do not have much
water, but cook in closed kettles to
make the steam do the work. Then
pack closely in jars and pour over
them boiling vinegar to fill every air
space, then seal tightly as any other
canning. Pack the greens closely in
the jar, and when pouring in the boil-,
ing vinegar, run a knife blade around
the edge in order to open up the
spaces for the vinegar. Wrap each
jar in brown paper, or put into paper
bags, and keep as other canned fruits.
Spinach, mustard, chard, beet and oth-
er greens are put up in this way.-
Commoner.
DE
THE SUMMER QUARTER ON UPPER BOSPHORUS
white horses. He is an exile and a
prisoner. So they put his brother in
his place, and started a new regime.
"Now the new sultan is hardly more
than settled, in the Yildiz Kiosk when
Italy declares war at 24 hours’ notice
and put up to the young government a
most momentous situation. The young
government cannot afford to be beat-
en. It must fight to the bitter end.
To be beaten means to' be destroyed.
The people of Turkey would trample
it under foot.”
But of all this one cannot find a
sign in Constantinople—that is, not on
the surface. Every Friday, for ex-
ample, the sultan goes to a mosque to
worship. The brass band from the
barracks near by takes up a position
just west of the entrance to the
mosque. Across the street in front of
the military guardhouse privileged
spectators assemble. The officer of
the guard, cheerful and smiling, bus-
tles about with a cigarette in his
ZURKTSE T002S
up—an open carriage, containing a
somewhat portly, white bearded man,
whose salute to the line of officers is
something of the slovenliest, He lum-
bers out and into the mosque, while
•the band from the barracks blows as
hard as it can and makes a shocking
series of discords with the infantry
band at the head of the small column
of foot soldiers following the sultan’s
carriage.
At the same time the muezzin pops
out of his little hole away up in the
minaret and intones the customary
summons to the faithful’ to go to
prayer. The faithful, however, re-
main outside, because no one is al-
lowed to go into the mosque while the
sultan is there.
The whole ceremony is carried out
in a cheerful and careless way. There
appears to be no attempt to make any
special parade of good humor. The
thing just goes off as it might in the
piping times of peace.
not on the railway line. That’s all.
There is no business in Smyrna any
more. I this war does not end we
shall all be bankrupt.”
Behind Smyrna are many great ra-
vines in the hills. In all of them are
the tents of soldiers. Driving along
the roads in the mountains one oc-
casionally meets a wagon loaded
with wooden boxes. On the top of
the boxes perches a soldier with rifle
in hand and filled cartridge belt slung
around his body. One realizes that he
is passing a load of munitions of war.
J But everywhere there is a dead si-
lence. One hears no martial bugles
blowing, no jangling of arms, no curt
words of command.
Only the squeaking siren of the lit-
tle brown boat in the mine fields ad-
vertises the fact that fear hovers
over Smyrna. Yet her business is
paralyzed, and in the hollows of her
hills are camped 60,000 Turkish
troops.
WHAT IS DENATURED ALCOHOL?
Denatured alcohol is also known as
Industrial alcohol, that is, is made to
be used in the industries, in manu-
factures and the arts, and in the pro-
duction of light, heat or power. It
was first known in Europe a number
of years ago, and came to be very
extensively used there. Its manufac-
ture and use in this country are com-
paratively recent, though its chemical
. nature has been long known. It can
be made from the fermentation of
any substance containing starch or
sugar, and as these elements exist
throughout the vegetable world, this
alcohol can be made from an in-
numerable number of things; The
main reason why the use of industrial
alcohol developed slowly in this coun-
try was because of the heavy tax on
all kinds of alcohol.- But in 1906 con-
gress passed a “denatured alcohol
law.” This declared that any kind of
alcohol might be made free from
tax, for any industrial purpose, pro-
vided that it was denatured in such a
way as to destroy its character as a
beverage, and render it unfit for liquid
medicinal purposes.—Uncle Remus’
Home Magazine.
Mutual Satisfaction.
“I understand Doem's marriage to
Miss Mix was one of convenience.”
“Yes. He couldn’t keep a cook, and
she couldn’t afford a chauffeur.”
Tomato Sauce.
One cup strained tomatoes, two ta-
blespoonfuls butter, two tablespoonfuls
flour, quarter teaspoonful salt, sprinkle
with pepper. Melt the butter, add
flour, blend thoroughly ; add gradually
strained tomato, stirring constantly.
Boil three minutes or more. Season
with salt and pepper. If desired, a
little chopped onion may be fried with
the butter and removed before adding
flour, and have baked crackers with
it. Split round crackers in halves,
spread a thin layer of butter on the
inside. Place them the buttered side
up in a pan and brown in a hot oven.
Serve plain or with tomato sauce or
any kind of soups or oyster stew.
Danish Pudding.
One pint dried bread crumbs; roll
fine; put tablespoon butter into fry
basin, mix crumbs with half cup sugar
and brown in fry basin. Make a pint
or more of apple sauce, sweeten, fla-
vor with fresh lemon, put layer of
sauce and layer of bread crumbs into
pudding dish; when the dish is full
put melted butter on the top; bake
half hour, then let the pudding get
cold and cover with whipped cream.
It is better to make the day before it
is to be served. It is improved by put-
ting a little fruit spice into the pad-
ding before baking.
Pineapple Pudding.
Drain the juice from a can of pine-
apple (grated). To the fruit add one-
half pound marshmallows broken in
small pieces, one-half cupful sugar,
one-half cupful chopped English wal-
nuts. Let stand a while, then over
it turn one pint heavy sweet cream
and whip all together until it be-
comes a stiff froth or when dropped
from the spoon it will stand alone.
Stand on ice until ready to serve.
Plum Pudding.
One pound currants, one pound
seedless raisins, one pound suet, one
quarter pound candied lemon peel cut
up fine, one pound sugar, one pound
flour, three eggs, one teaspoonful cin-
namon, one teaspoonful nutmeg, one
small turnip, one small carrot, one
small apple, one small potato, this
must be grated; mix with three-quar-
ters cup cider. Put in cloth and boil
eight hours.
Tutti-Frutti Ice Cream-
Take a tablespoonful each of the fol-
lowing preserved fruits: Raspberries,
strawberries, currants, apricots, green
gages, gooseberries, plums and gin-
ger. Add to these a little candied or-
ange peel, cut into tiny, thin pieces.
Sweeten a quart of cream with one-
half pound of sugar, and add to it a
cordial glass of noyau; then thor-
oughly stir in the fruit and freeze.
Shrimp Salad.
Cream two tablespoonfuls of butter
and four tablespoonfuls of flour to-
gether, add yolks of three eggs and
two cups of milk and cook until thick-
ened. Add salt, pepper and a pinch
of cayenne pepper, one-half teaspoon
ful of mustard and one can of shrimps
broken in small pieces.
To let malaria de-
velop unchecked in
your system is not
only to “flirt with
death,” but to place
a burden on the
joy of living.
You can prevent malaria by regu-
larly taking a dose of OXIDINE.
Keep a bottle in the medicine
chest and keep yourself well.
OXIDINE is sold by all druggists
under the strict guarantee that if the
first bottle does not benefit you, re-
turn the empty bottle to the druggis t
who sold it, and receive THE FULL
PURCHASE PRICE.
A SPLENDID TONIC
Which Is Correct?
The Only T. R.
or
The only Tea Is
LIPTON'S
TEA
SYMPATHY, BUT NO APOLOGY
Lawyer’s Tart Remarks Not Greatly
Softened by His Rejoinder
When "Called Down.”
Andrew Lipscomb," who practices
law before the courts of Maryland,
was trying his first case before a
judge named Merrick. Lipscomb,
wishing to impress the judge, was, in
the language of the bar, right lippy
in his remarks to the eminent gentle-
man. Finally, Merrick lost patience
and exclaimed:
“Sit down! Sit down, sir! If you
don’t sit down I’ll fine you for con-
tempt of court."
Lipscomb sat down, but turned to a
young lawyer beside him, and remark-
ed, in an undertone:
“That’s the crustiest, most opinion-
ated old judge I ever saw. I’ll show
him where he gets off. He’s an old
fool.”
“If you talk like that, I’ll beat up
up!” replied the young lawyer. “He’s .
my father!”
“How sad!” said Lipscomb, smooth-
ly. "How sad.”—Popular Magazine.
True Worth. G
Visitor: “I came all the way from
the city to consult your lawyer- Jones
here. He’s a good man, isn’t he?”
Uncle Eben: “Nope; we don’t con-
sider him one, two, three, with Smith.
Why Smith’s been intrusted with the
local agency of the Knott Knitting
Needle, the dispensing of Daggett’s
Drugless dope, and the demonstrating
of Fasset’s Fireless Cooker. That not
only shows that he’s got the confi-
dence of such big fellows as them, but
he don’t have to depend on his law
hardly at all to make a living.”—Lip-
pincott’s Magazine.
Always a Safe Remark.
Amateur Ned Kelly (sotto voce)—
By Jove! I’ve forgotten my jolly
lines. Goodness gracious, whatever
shall I do?
Professional Dan Kelly (equal to
the occasion)—Shoot the nearest po-
liceman and beef out: “To the bush,
boys, to the bush!”—Sydney Bulletin.
THIRTEEN YEARS
Unlucky Number for Dakota Woman.
The question whether the number
“13” is really more unlucky than any
other number has never been entirely
settled.
A So. Dak. woman, after thirteen
years of misery from drinking coffee,
found a way to break the “unlucky
spell.” Tea is just as injurious as cof-
fee because it contains caffeine, the
drug in coffee. She writes:
“For thirteen years I have been a
nervous wreck from drinking coffee.
My liver, stomach, heart—in fact, my
whole system being actually poisoned
by it.
“Last year I was confined to my bed
for six months. Finally it dawned on.
me that coffee caused the trouble.
Then I began using Postum instead of
coffee, but with little faith, as my
mind was in such a condition that I.
hardly knew what to do next,
“Extreme nervousnes and failing
eyesight caused me to lose all courage.
In about two weeks after I quit coffee
and began to use Postum I was able
to read and my head felt clear. I am.
Improving all the time and I will be a
strong, well woman yet.
“I have fooled more than one person,
with a delicious cup of Postum. Mrs.
S. wanted to know where I bought my
fine coffee. I told her my grocer had
it and when she found out it was Pos-
tum she has used it ever since, and
her nerves are building up fine.
“My brain is strong, my nerves
steady, my appetite good, and best of
all, I enjoy such sound, pleasant sleep.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Get the little book in
pkgs., “The Road to Wellville."
‘There’s a reason.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
‘ interest.
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