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SYNOPSIS.
Humphrey Van Weyden, critic and dilet-
tante, Is thrown Into the water by the
sinking of a ferryboat in a fog In San
1' ranclsco bay, and becomes unconscious
before help reaches hurl. On coming to
his sonses he finds himself aboard the
sealing schooner Oliost. Captain Wolf
I.arsen, bound to Japan waters, witnesses
the deatli of the first mate and hears the
■captain curse the dead man for presuming
to die at tlie beginning of the voyage. The
captain refuses to put Humphrey ashore
and makes him cabin buy "for the good
of his soul." Humphrey sees the body of
the mate dumped Into the sea. He begins
to learn potato peeling and dish washing
under the cockney cook, Mugrldge. is
caught by a heavy sea shipped over the
quarter as he is carrying teu aft and his
knee is seriously hurt, but no one pays
-any attention to his Injury.
CHAPTER V—Continued.
After breakfast I had another tin
■enviable experience. When I had fin
fshed washing; the dishes I cleaned the
cabin stove and carried the ashes up
on deck to empty them. Wolf Larsen
and Henderson were standing near the
wheel, deep in conversation. I passed
them and flung Ihe ashes over the side
to windward. The wind drove them
back, and not only over me but over
Henderson and Wolf Larsen. The
next instant the latter kicked me vlo
lently, as a cur is kicked. I reeled
•way from him and leaned against the
cabin in a half-fainting condition. But
Wolf Larsen did not follow me up
Brushing the ashes from his clothes,
lie had resumed his conversation with
Henderson. Johansen, who had seen
the affair from the break of the poop,
sent a couple of sailors aft to clean
tip the mess.
Later in the morning I received a
surprise of a totally different sort.
Following the cook's Instructions, l
had gone into Wolf Larsen's mate
room to put it to lights and make the
bed. Against the wall, near the head
of the bunk, was a rack tilled with
books. 1 glanced over them, noting
with astonishment such nameB as
Shakespeare, Tennyson. Poe and De
(Julncey. There were scientific works,
too, among which were represented
men such as Tyndall, I'roctor and Dar-
win. Astronomy and physics were
represented, and I remarked Bulflnch's
"Age of Fable," Shaw's "History of
English and American Literature."
and Johnson's "Natural History" in
two largo volumes. Then there were
a number of grammars, such as Met
calfs and Reed and Kellogg's; and I
smiled as 1 saw a copy of "The Dean's
Engl'sh."
I could not reconcile these books
with the man from what I had seen
of him, and I wondered if he could
possibly read them. Hut when I came
to make the bed I found, between the
blankets, dropped apparently as If he
"had sunk oft to sleep, a complete
Browning, the Cambridge edition. It
was open at "In a Balcony," and I
noticed, here and there, passages un-
derlined in pencil. Further, letting
drop the volume during a lurch of the
ship, a sheet of paper fell out. It was
scrawled over with geometrical dia
grams and calculations of some sort.
This glimpse I had caught of his
other side must have emboldened me
for I resolved to speak to him about
the money I had lost.
"I have been robbed." I said to him,
a little later, when I found him pacing
tip and down the poop alone
"Sir," he corrected, not harshly, bu'
•sternly.
"1 have been robbed, sir," I amend-
ed.
"How did it happen?" he asked.
"Then to what end?" he demanded.
"If 1 am Immortal—why?"
I faltered. How could I explain mv
Idealism to this man? How could I
put into speech a something felt, a
something like the strains of music
heard In sleep, a something that con-
vinced yet transcended utterance?
"What do you believe, then?" 1
countered.
"1 believe that life is a mess " he
answered promptly. "It Is like a yeast,
a ferment, a thing that moves and
may move for a minute, an hour, a
year, or a hundred years, but that in
the end will ceaso to move. The big
eat tile little that they may continue
to move, the strong eat the weak thai
they may retain their strength The
lucky eat the most and move the
longest, that is all. What do you make
of those tilings?"
He swept his arm in an impatient
gesture toward a number of the sail
ors who were working on some kind
of rope stuff amidships.
"They move; so does the Jellyfish
move. They mdve in order lo eat In
order that they may keep moving
There you have It. They live for
their belly's sake, and the belly is tor
their sake. It's a circle; you gel no
where. Neither do they. In the end
they come to a standstill. They move
no more. They are dead."
"They have dreams," 1 interrupted,
"radiant, flashing dreams—"
"Of grub," he concluded senten
tiously.
"And of more—"
"Grub. Of a larger appetite and
more luck in satisfying it." His voice
sounded harsh. There was no levity
In it. "You and I are Just like them
There is no difference, except that we
have eaten more and bettor. I am
eating them now, and you, loo Bui
In the past you have eaten more than
1 have. You wear the warm clothes
They made the clothes, but they shiver
In rags and ask you. tile lawyer, oi
the business agent who handles your
money, for a Job."
"But that is beside the matter." I
cri<;d.
"Not at all." He was speaking rap-
idly, now, and his eyes were flashing.
"It is piggishness, and It is life. Of
what use or sense is an immortality
of piggishness? What Is the end?
What is it all about? To be piggish
as you and 1 have been all our lives
does not seem to bo Just the thing for
immortals to be doing Again, what's
It all about? Why have I kept you
here?—^
"Because you are stronger." I man
aged to blurt out.
"But why stronger?" he went on hi
once with his perpetual queries. Be
cause I am a bigger bit of the ferment
than you? Don't you see? Don't you
see ?"
"But the hopelessness of it," 1 pro
tested.
"1 agree with you," he answered
"Then why move at all, since moving
Is living? Without moving and being
part of the yeast there would be no
hopelessness But—and here it is—
we want to live and move, though we
have no reason to. because it happens
that it is the nature of life to live and
move, to want to live and move. If it
were not for this, life would be dead
It is because of this life that is in you
l that you dream of your Immortality.
1 The life that is In you is alive and
wants to go on being alive forever.
Bah! An eternity of piggishness!"
He abruptly turned on his heel and
Etarted forward. He stopped at the
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that they did not know anything about
her or her captain. And those who do
know whisper that the hunters, while
excellent shots, were so notorious for
their quarrelsome and rascally pro-
clivities that they could not sign on
any decent schooner.
I have made the acquaintance of an-
other one of the crew—Ixjuls, he Is
called, a rotund and Jovial faced Nova
Scotia Irishman, and a very sociable
fellow, prone to talk as long as he can
find a listener. In the afternoon,
while the cook was below and asleep
and I was peeling the everlasting po-
tatoes. Louis dropped into the galley
for a "yarn." His excuse for being
aboard was that he was drunk when
he signed. He Is accounted one of the
(wo or three very best boat steerers
in both fleets.
"Ah. my boy"—he shook his head
ominously at me—" 'tis the worst
schooner ye could Iv selected, nor
were ye drunk at the time as was I.
Don't I remember him In Hakodate
two years gone, when he had a row-
an' shot four iv his men? An' there
was a man the same year he killed
with a blow iv his list An' wasn't
there the governor of Kura island, an'
the chief Iv police, Japanese gentle-
men. sir, an' didn't they come aboard
the Ghost as his guests, a-bringin
their wives along—wee an' prettv
little bits of things like you see em
painted on fans. An' as he was a-eei
tin under way. didn't the fond bus
bands get left astern-like in their sam
pan. as it might be by accident? An'
wasn't It a week later thai the poor
ftttle ladies was put ashore on the
other side of the island, with nothin
before 'em but to walk home acrost
the mountains on their weeny teenv
little straw sandals, which wouldn't
l.ang together a mile? Don't I know''
'TIs Ihe beast he is this Wolf Lar-
sen—the great, big beast mentioned in
| Revelation; an' no good end will he
ever come to But I've said nothin' to
ye, mind ye. I've whispered never a
word; for old fal Louls'll live the voy
j age out if the last mother's son of
I yez go to the fishes."
"But If he is so well known for what
ho is." I queried "how is if that be
can gel men lo ship with hitu?"
An how is It ye can get men lo
do anything on God s earth an' sea?'
Louis demanded with Celtic fire.
"There's them lhat can't sail with bet
ter men, like Hie hunters, and them
lhat don't know, like ihe poor devils
of wind-jammers for'ard there."
"Them hunters is the wicked hoys."
he broke forth again, for he suffered
from a constitutional plethora of
speech. "But wait till they get to
cutting up iv jinks and rowin' 'round
He's the boy'11 fix 'em. Look at that
hunter iv mine, Horner. Didn't lie kill
his boat steerer last year? An' there's
Then 1 told him the whole eircum- 1 break of the poop and called me to
stance, how my clothes had been left ' ,lim-
to dry In the galley, and how, later, I ' Hie way, how much was It that
was nearly beaten by the cook when Cocky got away with?" he asked.
1 mentioned the matter. j "One hundred and eighty-live dol
He smiled at my recital. "Pickings," | 'ar3' s,r'" ' answered.
lie concluded; "Cooky's pickings And ' '^e nodded his head. A moment
<ion't you think your miserable l!fe 'iter, as 1 started down the companion
■worth the price? Besides, consider it s,airs to lay the table for dinner, I
a lesson. You'll learn in time how to | beard him loudly cursing some men
take care of your money for yourself, amidships.
I suppose, up to now, your lawyc. has
done It for you, or your business
agent."
1 could feel the quiet sneer through
his words, but demanded, "How can
1 get It back again?"
"That's your lookout. You haven't
any lawyer or business agent now. so
you'll have to depend on yourself.
When you get a dollar, hang on to it , , ,
A man who leaves his money lying I a,)oari1, th° oap,nln 8 dlnRh>'' the sl!l
around, the way you did, deserves to 1 Wh'rh ",e hunters w,n uso' Thrpe' 8
lose it. Besides, you have sinned. You | '1i"nlPr' a '",a' Puller, and a botn
have no right to put temptations in " '
CHAPTER VI.
By the following morning the storm
had blown itself quite out and the
Ghost was rolling slightly on a calm
sea without a breath of wind. The
tr m were all on deck and busy pre
paring their various boats for the sea-
son's hunting. There are seven boats
the way of your fellow-creatures. You
tempted Cooky, and he fell. You have
placed his immortal soul In Jeopardy.
By the way, do you believe In the
immortal soul?"
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upon tills, and him, Louis passed Judg-
ment and prophecy.
"'TIs a fine cbap, tbat squarehead
Johnson we've for'ard with us," he
said. "The best sallorman In the
fo'c'sle. He's my boat puller. But
It's to trouble he'll come with Wolf
Larsen. as the sparks fly upward. The
Wolf Is strong, and it's the way of
a wolf to hate strength, an' strength
It Is he'll see In Johnson—no knucklln'
under, and a 'Yes. sir' thank ye kindly,
sir,' for a curse or a blow."
Thomas Mugrldge is becoming unen-
durable. I am compelled to Mister
him and Sir him with every speech.
One reason for this is that Wolf Lar
sen seems to have taken a fancy to
him. It Is an unprecedented thing. I
take It. for a captain to be chummy
with the cook; but tills Is certainly
what Wolf Larson is doing. Two or
three times he put his head Into the
galley and chaffed Mugrldge good
natiiredly, and once, this afternoon, he
stood by the break of the poop and
chatted with him for fully fifteen mln
utes When It was over, and Mug-
ridge was hack in the galley, he be-
came greasily radiant, and went about
his work, humming the coster songs
in a nerve-racking and discordant fal-
setto
"I always get along with the offi-
cers," he remarked to me in a conli
dential tone. "I know the w'y, I do.
to myke myself uppreci-yted. There
was my last skipper. 'Mugrldge.' sez
'e to me, 'Mugrldge,' sez 'e, 'you've
missed yer vokytion.' 'An' 'ow's that?
sez I. 'Yes should 'a' been born a
gentleman, an' never 'ad to work for
yer livin'.' God strike me dead, 'Ump
il that avn't wot 'e sez. an' trie a-sittln'
there in is own cabin, jolly-like an
comfortable, a-smokin 'is cigars an
drinkin' 'Is rum "
This chltter-chatter drove me to dis-
traction. I never heard a voice I haled
so. Positively, he was the most dis-
gusting and loathsome person I have
ever met. The tilth of his cooking was
Itidi -cribable, and. as he cooked every
thing that was eaten aboard, I was
compelled to select what I ate with
great circumspection, choosing from
the least dirty of his concoctions.
My hands bothered me a great
deal, unused as they were to work.
Nor was my knee any better. The
swelling had not gone down, and the
cap was si ill up on edge. Hobbling
about on it from morning to night was
not helping it any What I needed
was rest, if it were ever to get well
It r' I never before knew the
meaning of the word. I had been rest-
ing all my life and did not know it.
But now, from half past five in Ihe
morning till ten o'clock at night. I
am everybody's slave, with not one
moment to myself, except such as I
can steal near the end of the second
dog watch Let me pause for a mill- j
Ute to look out over the sea sparkling I
lr the sun. or to gaze at a sailor go':i~
aloft to the gaff-topsails, or running
out the bowsprit, and I am sure tc
hear the hateful voice, "'Ere, jou
'Ump no sodgerin . I've got my peep-
ers on yer"
There are signs of rampant bad tem
per In the steerage, and the gossip is
going around that Smoke and Hender-
son have had a fight Henderson
seems the best of the hunters, a slow-
going fellow, and hard to rouse; but
roused he must have been, for Smoke
had a bruised and discolored eye. 1
and looked particularly vicious when
he came into the cabin for supper.
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JACK RABBIT GETS WELL.
Jack Rabbit continued to improve
after Mister Fox came to visit him in
his burrow, but he was still rather
| weak on the morning when he started
' for the first time since his illness to
visit the fox in his home on the hill.
As he started out he thought again
! of the last lesson that the fox had
j taught him, and said to himself;
j "This walk is not going to be half so
1 bard as it seems, if only I keep up my
i courage."
Jack Rabbit had thought many
times of the lesson that had been so
well shown by the fox, when he
I walked through the spider's web, after
the beetle and the bumble bee bad
failed.
Mister Fox was watching for the
rabbit, and while he was still a long
way off saw him coming and ran dowu
to meet him.
"Well, well," said the fox, "I am
certainly glad to see you and looking
bo well, too. One would scarcely
think that you had been 111 at all. 1
the cap lay and take a look at it, asd
Just as he got near to the cap he
thought he saw something In it more,
and going a little closer, he saw tt
was a bird.
"What are you doing here?" said
Jack Rabbit as soon as he recovered
from his surprise."
"Why I have found the finest nest
In all the wood," said the bird. "I had
hunted for days and days for bits of
string and cloth with which to build
my nest, and then this morning, right
here, under this tree, I found a neBt
all built for ine. Every bird that has
seen it envies me and I shall 'jave the
best home for my children of any bird
in all these parts. I cannot under-
stand how anyone who owned so fins
a cap as this would ever have thrown
it away."
"It certainly is a fine nest," said the
rabbit, ' and I am sure your children
will appreciate it."
And then as he walked away Jack
Rabbit said to himself; "How could
I have found a better application of
the wisdom that Mr. Fox told me yes-
terday, when he said that content-
ment with what we have is the great-
est source of happiness."
stefirer, compose a boat's crew. On
board the schooner the boat pullers
and steerers are the crew. The hunt-
ers, too, are supposed to be in com-
mand of the watches, subject, always,
to the orders of Wolf Larsen.
_ . , , AH this, and more, I have learned.
His lids lifted lazily as he asked the .. „, , . .,
.. ' . The Ghost is considered the fastest
question, and it seemed that the deeps
were opening to me and tbat 1 was
gazing into his soul. But it was an
illusion. Far as it might have seemed,
no man has ever seen very far Into
Wolf Larsen's soul, or seen it at all—
of this 1 am convinced It was a very
lonely soul, 1 was to learn, that never
unmasked, though at rare moments it
played at doing so.
"1 read immortality in your eyes,"
1 answered, dropping the "sir"—an ex-
periment, for I thought the Intimacy
of the conversation warranted It
He took no notice.
schooner in both the San Francisco
and Victoria fleets. In fact, she was
once a private yacht, and was built
for speed. Johnson was telling me
about her In a short chat 1 had with
him during yesterday's second dog
watch. He spoke enthusiastically,
with the love for a fine craft such as
some men feel for horses.
Every man aboard, with the excep-
tion of Johansen, who is rather over-
come by his promotion, seems to have
an excuse for having sailed on the
Ghost. Half of the men forward are
deep-water sailors, and their excuse la
"They Live for Their Belly's Sake.''
Smoke, the black little devil—didn't
the Koosians have him for three years
In the salt mines of Siberia, for poach
in' on Copper island, which is a Roo-
sian preserve? Shackled be was.
hand an' foot, with his mate. An
didn't they have words or a ruction
of some kind?—for 'twas the other
I^llow Smoke sent up in the buckets
to the top of the mine; an' a piece at
the time he went up. a leg today, an
tomorrow nil arm, the next day the
head, an' so on."
"But you can't mean It!" 1 cried out.
overcome with the horror of it.
"Meiin what?" he demanded, quick
as a flash. " 'Tis nothiu' I've said
Deef I am. and dumb, as ye should
be for the sake iv your mother; an'
never once have 1 opened me lips but
to say fine things iv them an' him.
God curse his soul, an' may he rot in
purgatory ten thousand years, and
then go down to the last an' deepest
hell Iv all!"
Johnson seemed the least equivocal
of the men forward or aft. He seemed
to have the courage of his convic-
tions. the certainty of h.s manhood. It
was this that made him protest, at the
commencement of our' acquaintance,
against being called fonson. And
I
MAY RECLAIM WASTE SPOT
Efforts Are to Be Made to Restore to
Fertility Ihe Famous Roman
Campagna.
No book on Italy is complete with-
out some reference to the Campagna
di Roina, a district upon which a curse
seems to have fallen. It is a grassy
plain, something like an American
prairie, about fort;' by seventy miles
in area, Rome being near its center.
This district was once the prov-
ince of Latium, and was then the rich-
est and most populous country In the
world, but it is now nearly destitute
of inhabitants. For a part of the
year shepherds and herdsmen make
it their home, but even they do not
linger longer than absolutely neces-
sary. In fact, the Campagna is the
home of malaria, so deadly tbat stran-
gers dare not to pass a single night ex-
posed to its influence.
The trouble with the Campagna
arises from Its being underlaid ov a
bed of stone impervious to water The
spring rains 1111 the soil, a vast quan-
tity of vegetable matter is accumu-
lated, and the summer sun evaporates
this foul water, filling the air with
malaria of the most deadly sort.
The ancient Romans knew the dan-
ger, and averted It with extensive
('rains; but the moderns suffered the
drains to become choked, and the
finest portion of Italy became a wil-
derness. The soil is very rich, and
tt is pleasant to hear that an effort is
being made to reclaim the Champagna
tor the uses of man.
Novel Atomizer Size of Watch.
A recent novelty is a pocket atom-
izer in the shape of a watch The
head or top has a small orifice, and
the spray is produced by pressing on
the flexible metal sides. A miniature
funnel is provided for the filling, which 1
is doue by unscrewing the head. An i
other atomizer consists of a small
cylindrical pump mounted on a cork j
so as to fit into any bottle and thus
avoid handling of the perfume from ,
one bottle to another. A plunger at I
the top serves to produce the spray
from a side orifice. The tube which
descends Into the liquid has a second
or telescoping end so that the lube
can be extended down as far as the
bottom of the bottle and thus take
up all the liquid
"This Walk Is Not Going to Be Half
So Hard as It Seems."
! hope that the walk has not tired you
! too much." ..
'Vhen they got to the door of the
lex's house, he said: "Come right in
and sit down, for 1 know that you
must be tired, and perhaps a bite of
something to eat will refresh you a
little." The fox was thinking of the
meal of green vegetables which the
rabbit had set out for him, and he wa3
almost inclined to offer the rabbit
nothing to eat but the meat of a fat
turkey, which had been missing for
some days from a neighboring roost.
"But," said the fox to himself, "that
would be an unkind thing to do to
the rabbit since he has been ill, and
I suppose he forgot the other day
that foxes do not eat green vegeta-
bles."
So instead of the turkey he brought
out some green pea pods, which he
had gathered the day before, and the
rabbit thought ne had never tasted
anything more delicious.
"They are the finest I ever ate," he
said to the fox, as he finished the last
of them, "and it was exceedingly kind
of you to be so thoughtful."
They sat and gossiped the news of
the wood for an hour or so before
Jack Rabbit, rising said: "Well, I
think that it is about time I was go-
ing. for the walk home is pretty long
one and I have to go rather slowly.
1 shall have plenty of time to think
over whatever bit of wisdom you have
to give me on my way home, although
I may not be so fortunate as to see
any application of the lesson."
"I would not overdo," said the fox,
"and you had perhaps better take two
or three days to apply the lesson I am
about to tell you. There are a great
many men and a great many animals
who are never happy, and. for the
most. part, they are themselves to
blame, for they have not learned the
lesson that contentment with what
we have is the greatest source of hap-
piness."
"That. then, is the lesson I am to
apply," said the rabbit. "Well, 1 will
see how well I caji do it," and saying
good by to the fox Jack Rabbit start-
ed for home.
All the way home he did not see a
thing which furnished any sort of an
application of the wisdom that the fox
had told him. but the next morning
he was awakened by the sound of
voices outside his burrow and peek-
ing out of the hole, he saw a small
boy holding in his hand a cap which
was worn and frayed, and he was
saying to himself: "t won't wear
that old cap any longer. My father
has got to buy me a new one, and to
make sure that he does 1 am going to
throw this one away," and. drawing
back his arm, he flung it as far as he
could toward some bushes, where it
laaded in a hollow of the ground, well
covered by a thickly Paved branch of
a small tree.
'What an unhappy boy," said the
rabbit, "and all because ho is discon
tented with what may be the best tiiat
his father can afford."
A few hours after Jack Rabbit
thought he would go over to where
PROPELLERS FOR HAND SLED
Two Medit#m-Sized E'uggy Wheels
Made Use Of to Transmit Power—
Pointed Nails Help.
Desiring to propel my hand sled
with power transmitted by cranks and
wheels, I set about to procure the nec-
essary materials. Two medium-sized
buggy wheels were found in the back
yard of a blacksmith shop, which were
procured for a nominal price. The
fellies of these wheels were jemoved,
the tenons cut from the spokes an.<
nails substituted, which were driven
in their ends so that about one-hall
inch of the body with the head project-
ed, writes Justin Stewart in Popular
Mechanics. The heads were then re-
moved and the nail ends sharpened.
The hubs were plugged with pieces
of wood, whittled to tighty fit the
holes. A hole was then bored exactly
central through each plug for a on©
half inch rod. This size rod was pro
cured and bent to form a crank, the
bearing end being threaded for a di
tance equal to the length of the hub.
Two pieces or blocks of wood twe
inches square and four inches long
were used as bearings. These wer«
bored centrally through the long way,
to receive the one-half Inc' | rod fust
loose enough to make a good bearing.
These bearings were supported by a
pair of braces made of strap iron aboul
one-quarter of an inch thick and three-
quarters of an inch wide. The length
of the iron will depend on the size ol
the wheels and the height of the sled
runner. The braces were shaped at
shown. Tt e center of the bearing Ijole
must bo as high from the surface of~
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RUNNER
Sled Propelled by Wheels, Pointec
Nails Doing the Pushing.
the ground as the distance the spoke
ends are from the center of the hut
hole.
The crank Is then run through the
bearing hole and a nut run on the
threads and a washer placed against
the nut. The wheel is then slipped
on the axle, and another washer and
nut run on tightly. Both wheels
bearings, cranks and brackets are
made alike. The brackets are fastened
with small bolts to the sled top.
BOOKS FOR A BOY'S LIBRARY
"Allan Quatermain" and "King Solo-
mon's Mines" Are Good Stories
of Mystery and Adventure.
Amid a multitude of suggestions foi
the twenty-fifth book in Librarian Leg
ler's list of books for boys we have
missed two that, in our opinion, ought
to be included in the library of every
normal boy, says Chicago Evening
Post. They are nat books of instruc
tion or moral improvement—they are
juot ripping good stories cit mystery
and adventure, and th°y were both
written by Bider Haggard. The boy
who has not read "Allan Quatermain'
and "King Solomon's Mines" has a
treat in store for him. If he is not
thrilled by the exploits of that olo
Zulu warrior Umslopogaas, he is a
queer boy. And what has happened
to Jules Verne? "Twenty Thousand
Leagues Under the Sea" and 'The
Clipper of the Clouds" an bettei
worth reading today than ever in the
light of submarine and aeroplane
achievement.
Measure Your Purchases.
Do you know how your gas is meas
ured, how much space a ton of coal
should take, how to tell whether your
water meter If cheating you? The
United States government has pro-
pared a pamphlet to give information
telling you how to measure the dif-
ferent purchases made in the average
household activities. Any boy can
secure this pamphlet tree by sending
his request to the Bureau of Stand-
ard^ Washington, D. C., and asSing
for their booklet, "Measurements for
the Household."—The American Boy.
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