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THE ALPINE AVALANCHE, ALPINE, TOXAS
T READY
FOR "FLU
Keep Your Liver Active, Your
System Purified and Free From
Colds by Taking Calotabs,
the Nausealess Calomel
Tablets, that are De-
lightful, Safe and
Sure.
Physicians and Druggists are advis-
ing their friends to keep their systems
purified and their organs in perfect
working order as a protection against
the return of influenza. They know
that a clogged up system and a lazy
liver favor colds, influenza and serious
complications.
To cut short a cold overnight and to
prevent serious complications take one
Calotab at bedtime with a swallow of
water—that's all. No salts, no nausea,
no griping, no sickening after effects.
Next morning your cold has vanished,
your liver is active, your system is puri-
fied and refreshed and you are feeling
fine with a hearty appetite for break-
fast. Eat what you please—no danger.
Calotabs are sold only in original
sealed packages, price thirty-five cents.
Every druggist is authorized to refund
your money if you are not perfectly
delighted with Calotabs.—(Adv.)
A Curious Case.
"Here’s a curious case.”
"What's the matter?"
"Young woman of twenty-seven mar-
Tying an old man, past seventy!”
“Nothing peculiar about that—the
old man is very rich I presume.”
“That’s the curious thing about it—
he isn’t; he's as poor as a church
mouse.”
STOMACH 0. K.
Indigestion, Acidity, Sourness
and Gases ended with
“Pape’s Diapepsin"
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Millions of people know that it is
seedless to be bothered with indiges-
tion, dyspepsia or a disordered stom-
ach. A few tablets of Pape’s Diapep-
sin neutralize acidity and give relief
at once.
When your meals don’t fit and you
feel uncomfortable, when you belch
gases, acids or raise sour, undigested
food. When you feel lumps of indiges-
tion pain, heartburn or headache from
acidity, just eat a tablet of Pape’s Dia-
pepsin and the stomach distress is
gone.
The cost is so little. The benefits so
great. You, too, will be a Diapepsin
enthusiast afterwards.—Adv.
He Was Lucky.
"What's the matter?” asked Dubson.
“My daughter insists on going as a
missionary to Thibet. Think of the
hardships she will have to face!” said
Grubson.
“You’re lucky. My daughter insists
on marrying a poet,” was Dubson’s
comment.—Edinburgh Scotsman. <
A BRIGHT, CLEAR COMPLEXION
is always admired, and it is the lauda-
ble ambition of every woman to do all
she can to make herself attractive.
Many of our southern women have
found that Tetterine is invaluable for
clearing up blotches, itchy patches,
etc., and making the skin soft and
velvety. The worst cases of eczema
and other torturing skin diseases yield
to Tetterine. Sold by druggists or sent
by mail for 50c. by Shuptrine Co.,
Savannah, Ga.—Adv.
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By Richard Le Gallienne
Surely This Year All Should Keep
Thanksgiving With Heart Full
of Praise and Gratitude.
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Being the Authentic Narrative of a
Treasure Discovered in the Bahama
Islands in the Year 1903. Now First
Given to the Public.
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CALYPSO!
Synopsis—The man who tells this
story—call him the hero, for short-
is visiting- bis friend, John Saun-
ders, British official in Nassau,
Bahama islands. Charles Webster,
a local merchant, completes the
trio of friends. Saunders produces
a written document purporting to
be the death-bed statement of Hen-
ry P. Tobias, a successful pirate,
made by him in 1859. It gives two
spots where two millions and a half
of treasures were buried by him and
his companions. The conversation
of the three friends is overheard by
a pock-marked stranger. The docu-
ment disappears. Saunders, how-
ever, has a copy. The hero, deter-
mined to seek the buried treasure,
charters a schooner. The pock-
marked man is taken on as a pas-
senger. On the voyage somebody
empties the gasoline tank. The hero
and the passenger clash, the pas-
senger leaving a manifesto bearing
the signature, “Henry P. Tobias,
Jr.” The hero lands on Dead Men’s
Shoes. There is a fight, which is
followed by several funerals. The
hero finds a cave containing the
skeletons of two pirates and a mas-
sive chest—empty save for a few
pieces of eight scattered on the bot-
tom. The hero returns to Nas-
sau and by good luck learns the
location of Short Shrift island.
Webster buys the yawl Flamingo,
and he and the hero sail for Short
Shrift island. As the Flamingo
leaves the wharf a young fellow,-
“Jack Harkaway,” jumps aboard
and is allowed to remain. Jack
proves an interesting and mysteri-
ous passenger. The adventurers
capture Tobias. “Jack Harkaway”
proves to be a girl and disappears.
The hero sails to Short Shrift is-
land, sees an entrancing girl with
a Spanish doubloon. Follows an even
more entrancing sight of the girl.
CHAPTER II—Continued.
—10—
“Ha! ha!” called a pleasant voice,
evidently belonging to a man of an
unusually tall and lean figure who was
approaching me through the palm
trunks; “so you have discovered my
hidden paradise—my Alcinous garden,
so to say;” and he quoted two well-
known lines of Homer in the original
Greek, adding: "or if you prefer it in
Pope’s translation, which I think—
don’t you?—remains the best:
Close to the gates a spacious garden lies,
From storms defended and inclement
skies—
“and so on. Alas! for an old man’s
memory! It grows shorter and shorter
—like his life, eh? Never mind, you
are welcome, sir stranger, mysterious-
ly tossed up here like Ulysses, on our
island coast.”
I gazed with natural wonderment
at this strange individual, who thus
in the heart of the wilderness had
saluted me with a meticulously pure
English accent, and welcomed me in
a quotation from Homer in the original
Greek. Who, in the devil’s name, was
this odd character who, I saw, as I
looked closer at him, was, as he had
hinted, quite an old man, though his
unusual erectness and sprightliness of
manner, lent him an illusive air of
youth? Who on earth was he—and
how did he happen in the middle of
this haunted wood?
CHAPTER III.
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and patched and stained that a negro
would hardly have accepted it as a
gift; and his almost painful emacia-
tion gave him generally the appear-
ance of an animated framework of
rags and bones, startlingly embodying
the voice and the manners of a prince.
Yet the shabby tie about his neck was
bound by a ring, in which was set a
turquoise of great size and beauty.
Presently, as we loitered on through
the palms, we came upon two negroes
chopping away with their machetes,
trimming up the debris of broken and
decaying palm fans.- They were both
sturdy, ferocious-looking fellows, but
one of them was a veritable giant.
“Behold by bodyguard!” said my
magnificent friend, with the usual pos-
sessive wave of his hand; “my
Switzers, my .Janissaries, so to say.”
The negroes stopped working,
touched their great straw hats, and
flashed their splendid teeth in a de-
lighted smile. Evidently they were
used to their master’s ways of talking,
and were devoted to him.
“This chap here is Erebus,” said
my host, and the appropriateness of
the name was apparent, for he was
certainly the blackest negro I had ever
seen, as superbly black as some wom-
en are superbly white.
“And this is Samson. Let’s have a
look at your muscles, Samson—there’s
a good boy!”
And, with grins of pleasure, Sam-
son proudly stripped off his thin calico
jacket and exposed a torso of terrify-
ing power, but beautiful in its play of
muscles as that of a god.
Leaving Samson and Erebus to con-
tinue their savage play with their
machete’s, we walked on through the
palms, which here gave a particularly
junglelike appearance to the scene
from the fact of their being bowed
out from their roots and sweeping up-
ward in great curves. One involunta-
rily looked for a man-eating tiger at
any moment, standing striped and
splendid in one of the openings.
Then suddenly to the right, there
came a flash of level green, suggesting
lawns, and the outlines of a house,
partly covered with brilliant purple
flowers—a marvelous splash of color.
“Bougainvillea! Bougainvillea spec-
tabilis—of course, you know it. Was
there ever such a purple? Not Solo-
mon in all his glory, et cetera. And
here we are at the house of King
Alcinous—a humble version of it in-
deed.”
As I sat dreaming, bathed in the
golden-green light of the orange trees,
and lulled by the tinkling of the foun-
tain, my host returned with our drinks,
his learned disquisition on which I
will spare the reader, highly interest-
ing and characteristic though it was.
Suffice it that it was a drink, what-
ever its ingredients—and there was
certainly somewhere
powerful
“stick” in it—that seemed to have
been drawn from some cool grotto of
the virgin earth, so thrillingly cold
and invigorating it was.
While we were slowly sipping it, and
smoking our oigarettes, in an unwont-
ed pause of my friend’s fanciful ver-
bosity, I almost jumped in my chair at
the sound of a voice indoors. It was
instantly followed by a light and rapid
tread, and the sound of a woman’s
dress. Then a tall, beautiful young
woman emerged on the loggia.
“Ah !* there you are !” cried my host,
as we both rose; and then turning to
me, “this is my daughter—Calypso.
Her real name I assure you—none of
my nonsense—doesn’t she look it? Al-
low me, my dear, to introduce—Mr.
Ulysses!”—for we had not yet ex-
changed each other’s names.
I am a wretched actor, and I am
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Then we talked at random, as friend-
ly strangers talk over luncheon, though
we were glad enough that he should
do all the talking—wonderful, irides-
cent, madcap talk, such as a man here
and there in ten thousand, gifted with
perhaps the most attractive of all hu-
man gifts, has at his command.
And, every now and again, my eyes,
falling on the paradoxical squalor of
his clothing, would remind me of the
enigma of this courtly vagabond;
though—need I say it?—my eyes and
my heart had other business than with
him, throughout that wonderful meal,
enfolded as I felt myself once more in
that golden cloud of magnetic vitality,
which had at first swept over me, as
with a breath of perfumed fire, among
the salt pork and the tinware of
Sweeney’s store.
Luncheon over, Lady Calypso, with
a stately inclination of her lovely
head, left us to our wine and our
cigars.
The time had come for the far-trav-
eled guest to declare himself, and I
saw in my host’s eye a courteous invi-
Now once again both you and I are
going to keep Thanksgiving. And
shall we he dis-
couraged by the
lofty cost of liv-
ing? And shall
we sparely dine
and sup, still
H ooveresquely
slaving — and
shall we pass the
Turkey up be-
cause we’re used
to saving?
I think I hear
you answer
“Nay”! And I
for one, won’t do
it; I shall cut
$
loose, Thanksgiv-
ing day, and eag-
erly go to it! I
shall not fuss
with low-priced
Finds a Giant Spruce.
N. L. Carey, forest assistant in the
Olympic national forest, has discov-
ered what he believes to be the largest
spruce tree in the world, says the
American Forestry Magazine of Wash-
ington. It measures 16 feet in diam-
eter 4% feet above the ground. It is
on the south side of the Solduck river.
The top was broken off 150 feet above
the ground.
Calypso.
Of ‘course a glance and the first
sound of his voice had told me that I
had to do with a gentleman—one of
those vagabond English gentlemen in
exile who form a type peculiar, I think,
to the English race; men that are a
curious combination of aristocrat and
Gypsy, soldier, scholar, and philoso-
pher; men of good family, who have
drifted everywhere, seen and seen
through everything, but in all their
wanderings have never lost their sense
and habit of “form,” their boyish zest
in living, their humorous stoicism, and,
above all, their lordly accent.
“Now that you have found us, Sir
Ulysses" — continued my eccentric
It was a large rambling stucco
house, somewhat decayed looking,
and evidently built on the ruins of an
older building. We came upon it at a
broad Italian-looking loggia, supported
by stone pillars bowed in with vines—
very cool and pleasant—with mossy
slabs for its floor, here and there
tropical ferns set out in tubs, some
wicker chairs standing about, and a
table at one side on which two little
barelegged negro girls were busy set-
ting out yellow fruit, and other ap-
purtenances of luncheon, on a dazzling
white cloth.
“Has your mistress returned yet,
my children?” asked the master.
“No, sar," said the older girl, with
a giggle, twisting and grimacing with
embarrassment.
“My daughter,” explained my host,
“has gone to the town on an errand.
She will be back at any moment.
Meanwhile, I shall introduce you to a
cooling drink of my own manufacture,
with a basis of that coconut milk
which I need not ask you whether you
appreciate, recalling the pleasant
circumstance of our first acquaint-
ance.”
Motioning me to a seat, and pushing
toward me a box of cigarettes, he went
indoors, leaving me to take in the
stretch of beautiful garden in front of
me, the trees of which seemed literal-
ly to be hung with gold—for they were
mainly of orange and grapefruit
ranged round a spacious beautifully
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Are you bilious, constipated and ner-
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Then, go to your druggist and ask for
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know what it means to be free of all
those ills.
Bond’s Liver Pills are mild. They go
right to the spot and correct the
trouble without causing pain or dis-
comfort. Sold by all good druggists in
25c bottles.—Adv.
The “Yes" Artist.
“When a man says ‘yes’ to every-
thing you suggest, stop suddenly
some time and you’ll probably_find that
he isn’t paying much real attention to
your remarks.”—Exchange.
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Name “Bayer” is on Genuine
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ER
Insist on “Bayer Tablets of Aspirin”
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Of Course.
“What a flowing style that author
has!” “Naturally; he writes a run-
ning hand.”
host, motioning me, with an inde-
scribably princely wave of the hand to
accompany him—“you must certainly
give us the pleasure of your company
to luncheon. Visitors are as rare as
black swans on this Ultima Thule of
ours—though, by the way, the black
swan, cygnus atratus, is nothing like
so rare as the ancients believed. I
have shot them myself out in Australia.
Still they are rare enough for the pur-
pose of imagery, though really not so
rare as a human being one can talk
intelligently to on this island.”
Talk! My friend indeed, very evi-
dently was a talker—one of those fan-
tastic monologists to whom an audi-
ence is little more than a symbol. I
saw that there was no need for me
to do any of the talking. He was more
than glad to do it all. Plainly his en-
counter with me was to him like a
spring in a thirsty land.
“Solitude,” he continued, “is per-
haps the final need of the human soul.
After a while, when we have run the
gamut of all our ardors and our
dreams, solitude comes to seem the
one excellent thing, the summum
bonum.”
I murmured that he certainly seemed |
to have come to the right place for it. !
“Very true, indeed," he assented,
with a courtly inclination of his head,
as though I had said something pro-
found; “very true, indeed, and yet,
wasn’t it the great Bacon who said:
‘Whoever is delighted with solitude is
either a beast or a god?’—and this
particular solitude, I confess, some-
times seems to me a little too much
like that enforced solitude of the
Pontic marshes of which Ovid wailed
and whimpered in the deaf ears of
Augustus.”
I could not help noticing at last
as he talked on with fantastic magnifi-
cence. the odd contrast between his
speech and the almost equally fantas-
tic poverty of his clothing. The suit
he wore, though still preserving a
certain elegance of cut, was so worn
bound to say that she proved herself
no better. For she gave a decided
start as she turned those glowing eyes
on me, and the lovely olive of her
cheeks glowed as with submerged rose
color. Our embarrassment did not es-
cape the father.
“Why, you know each other al-
ready!” he exclaimed, with natural
surprise.
“Not exactly”—I was grateful for
the sudden nerve with which I was
able to hasten to the relief of her love-
ly distress—“but possibly Miss—Ca-
lypso recalls as naturally as I do, our
momentary meeting in Sweeney’s
store, one evening. I had no expecta-
tion of course, that we should meet
again under such pleasant circum-
stances as this.”
She gave me a grateful look as she
took my hand, and with it—or was it
only my eager imagination?—a shy lit-
tle pressure, again as of gratitude.
I had tried to get into my voice my
assurance that, of course, I remem-
bered no other more recent meeting—
though, naturally, as she had given
that little start in the doorway, there
had flashed on me again the picture
of her standing, moonlit, in another
resounding doorway, and of the wild
start she had given then, as the golden
pieces streamed from her lovely sur-
prised mouth, and her lifted hands.
And her eyes—I could have sworn—
were the living eyes of Jack Harka-
way! Had she a brother, I wondered.
Yet my mind was too dazzled and con-
fused with her nearness to pursue the
speculation.
As we sat down to luncheon, waited
upon by the little barlegged black chil-
dren—waited on, too, surprisingly
well, despite the contortions of their
primitive embarrassment—my host
once more resumed his character of
the classic king welcoming the storm-
tossed stranger to his board.
“Far wanderer,” he said, raising his
glass to me, “eat of what our board
affords, welcome without question of
name and nation. But if, when the
food and wine have done their genial
office, and the weariness of your jour-
neying has fallen from you, you should
feel stirred to tell us somewhat of
yourself and your wanderings, what
manner of men call you kinsman, in
what fair land is your home and the
place of your loved ones, be sure that
we shall count the tale good hearing,
and, for our part, make exchange in
like fashion of ourselves and the pass-
age of our days in this lonely isle.”
We all laughed as he ended—himself
with a whinny of laughter, For. odd
as such discourse may sound in the
reading, it was uttered so whimsically,
and in so spirited and humorous a
style that I assure you it was very
captivating.
“You should have been an actor, my
lord Alcinous,” I said, laughing. I
seemed already curiously at home,
seated there at that table with this
fantastic stranger and that being out
of fairyland toward whom I dared only
turn my eyes now and again by
stealth. The strange fellow had such
a way with him, and his talk made you
feel that he had known you all your
life.
“Ah! I have had my dreams. I have
had my dreams!” he answered, his
eves gazing with a momentary wistful-
ness across the orange trees.
"Ha! Ha!” Called a Pleasant Voice.
kept lawn with the regularity of
sumptuous decoration. In tne middle
of the lawn, a little rocky fountain
threw up a jet of silver, falling with
a tinkling murmur into a broad cir-
cular basin from which emerged the
broad leaves and splendid pink blos-
soms of an Egyptian lotus. Certainly
it was no far-fetched allusion of my
classical friend to speak of the gar-
den of Alcinous; particularly connect-
ed as it was in my mind with the white
beach of a desert isle, and that marble
statue in the moonlight
tation to begin. I had been pondering
what account to give of myself, and I
had decided, for various reasons—of
which the Lady Calypso was, of course,
first, but the open-hearted charm of
CRATER IMMENSE IN SIZE,
Extinct Volcano of Haleakala, in Ha-
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World’s Wonders.
ST. CHARLES WOMAN
WAS FORTUNATE
It Was a Lucky Day for Mrs. Wiethoelter
When She Read About Doan's
“I had such awful cutting pains
in the small of my back and hips, I
often had to cry out,” says Mrs.'Er-
nest Wiethoelter, 550 Madison St.,
St. Charles, Mo. “The pain was
knife-like and I couldn’t turn in bed,
in fact I was almost
helpless. My feet and
ankles swelled badly,
my hands were puffed
up and there were
swellings under my
eyes.
I often got so
dizzy I had to sit
down to keep from
falling and my health
Mrs. Wiethcelter
“Behold My Bodyguard!"
her father a close second—to tell him
the whole of my story. Whatever
his and her particular secret was, it
was evident to me that it was an in-
nocent and honorable one; and, be-
sides, I may have had a notion that
before long I was to have a family
interest in it. So I began—starting in
with a little prelude in the manner of
my host, just to enter into the spirit
of the game:
“My Lord Alcinous, your guest, the
far wanderer, having partaken of your
golden hospitality, is now fain to open
his heart to you, and tell you of him-
self and his race, his home and his
loved ones across the wine-dark sea,
and such of his adventures as may
give pleasure to your ears” . • .
though, having no talents in that di-
rection, I was glad enough to abandon
my lame attempt at his Homeric style
for a plain straightforward narrative
of the events of the past three months.
I had not, however, proceeded very
far, when, with a courteous raising of
his hand, King Alcinous suggested a
pause.
“If you would not mind,” he said, “I
would like my daughter to hear this
too, for it is of the very stuff of ro-
mantic adventure in which she de-
lights. She is a brave girl, and, as I
often tell her, would have made a
very spirited dare-devil boy, if she
hadn’t happened to be born a girl.”
This phrase seemed to flash a light
upon the questionings that had stirred
at the back of my mind since I had
first heard that voice in Sweeney’s
store.
meat, with tripe or stringy mutton—1
I’m going to hop right in and eat until
I bust a button. With jellies made of
grape and quince, no substitute to thin
’em; and pies of good, old-fashioned
mince—with meat and brandy in ’em.
And if I want a suckling pig to sup-
plement the gobbler, I’ll have it—I
don’t care a fig! And also sherry cob-
bler!
For never in the memory of any-
body living have people seen, it seems
to me, so wondrous a Thanksgiving.
The Hun is licked, the world is free,
the cruel war is ended—how can our
celebration be one feature short of
splendid?
Ah no, we do not need to waste the
goodly gifts of heaven—but why de-
prive the food of ,
taste, the wheat- C
en bread of leav- a?
en? We needn’t D
feed the garbage 7=1
can nor choke %
the refuse hop-
per; but let us
treat the inner
man, and do the
job up proper!
Let’s emulate
the Pilgrim Dads,
by whom it was
invented; al-
though they did
not roll in scads,
their conscience
was contented.
Their crops were %
short, the coun- £
try new, ‘twas V
hard to make a L
living; November’s tempests fiercely
blew—and yet they kept Thanksgiving.
Upon that day they didn’t think an
epicure a sinner—they gathered all
their meat and drink and had one glor-
ious dinner. The Pilgrims, they were
godly men, the times were most re-
ligious; they thought it sinless, even
then, to found a feast prodigious. Let
us rejoice, as then they did, in sweet
and hard-earned freedom—let’s hail
each woman, man and kid and take
’em in and feed em!!—′Ted Robinson
in Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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Sworn to before me,
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W. N. U., HOUSTON, NO. 47-1919.
The Glorious Gobbler
All hail the glorious gobbler!
When autumn skies are gray
He mounts his china platter throne
And rules Thanksgiving day;
It is a noble-oval
With gilded garlands fair.
Or it may be an heirloom prized
Of old blue willow ware.
Salute the glorious gobbler;
(Though sometimes it’s a hen
That dawns in appetizing brown
Upon our famished ken).
in Quite Too Many.
Speech was given man to conceal his
thoughts, but it was a needless precau-
tion in many cases.—Boston Tran-
script.
A clever politician is a man who
can put a new soft drink on the mar-
ket and make it go.
The season for lemons never ends.
48,000
Drug Stores Sell It.
Five million people
use it to KILL COLDS
BILL’S
CASCARA-QUININE
BROMIDE
Standard cold remedy for 20 year#
k —in tablet form—safe, sure, no
e opiates—breaks up a cold in 24
hours—relieves grip in 3 days.
A Money back if it fails. The
genuine box has a Red
top with Mr. Hill's
. picture.
Ah. Af All Drug Stores
The hero’s search for the
Tobias treasure begins
again under most fascinat-
ing circumstances.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Hawaiian islands possess au
extinct volcano so immense that a
large city could be set down inside
the crater. It is ninety-seven miles
around the face of Haleakala, twenty
miles around the crater walls, and
10,000 feet to the top. The crest was
ages ago blasted out to a depth of
3,000 feet, and fiung aside in a series
of eruptions, strewing the mountain
with bowlders, lava and ash.
Within the crater thus formed, a
great cone and a number of smaller
ones can be seen. It is so far down to
the floor of the crater that a bowler
pushed in seems to fall in empty
space. The crash of its landing is
never heard.
The view from the crater of Mt.
Haleakala is accounted one of the
most wonderful in the world. The
green fields of the island and the blue
Pacific are spread out before the ob-
server like a mighty map.
At 10,000 feet above sea level natur-
al phenomena seem strangely differ-
ent. The stars look larger and bright-
er; the moon’s path is more clearly
defined, and its rays give a stronger
light than they do at a low altitude.
At dawn a procession of clouds rolls
swiftly past like a foaming river tor-
rent thousands of feet below. Then
the rising sun tints clouds and crater
with steadily deepening colors until
it is broad daylight and the clouds
fade into mist.
Standing by the crater of Haleakala
at sunrise you perhaps recall the old
Hawaiian myth which goes back to
the beginning of things. At that time,
says the story, the god Maui imprison-
ed the sun in the hollow of the vol-
cano and made him promise to give
light and heat to the islands. From
this ancient myth comes the name of
the volcano, Haleakala, house of the
sun.
Norway Must Import Sweetstuffs.
Norway produces no sugar within its
own borders and the sweet sirups pro-
duced from vegetable sources are of
slight importance, so that country is
in a position of almost absolute de-
pendence on imports for its sweeten-
ing materials.
He wears his festal .dressing
Contrariwise, within,
Receiving all his subjects true
In nothing but his skin.
Here’s to the glorious gobbler!
Though far afield they roam,
Yet in his honor every year
The children gather home.
His drumsticks beat assembly
From mountain top to sea.
He wears a gold celery crown,
The king of birds is he.
Long live the glorious gobbler.
With his attendant pies,
Mince, pumpkin, apple, cranberry.
And each of generous size.
Of all famous monarchs
From Ecuador to Spain,
He is the only one who boasts
An undisputed reign.
—Minna Irving, in New York Sun.
Time to Think Only of Blessings.
Let us take the right kind of inter-
est in Thanksgiving day—a day that
is and always shall be very dear to
the hearts of all women. Let us put
avarice and envy out of our minds,
and think only of, and be grateful for,
our blessings.—New York Evening
Telegram.
The American people have all the
admiration in the world for a regu-
lar army and none whatever for an
army of the unemployed.
Pending the ending of the armistice
in either peace or the resumption of
war the war gardener is advised to lay
in a supply of seed' catalogues.
With the dissolution of so many of
the commissions occasioned by the
war it looks as if the returning sol-
diers will not be the only folks out
of a job.
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