The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 1544, Ed. 1 Monday, March 1, 1909 Page: 2 of 4
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FRANK A. VANDERLIP
Frank A. Vanderlip, the new president of the National City bank of New
York, the biggest financial institution in the country, is one of the authorities
on finance of the United States. Mr. Vanderlip began life in a machine shop
in the west and through hard work and perseverance, rose to his present
high position. When Lyman J. Gage was secretary of the treasury, Mr. Van-
derlip served as first assistant secretary under him.
THREE COMMON HIDING PLACES.
Clock, Pincushion and Mat, and All
Are Equally Unsafe.
Nine people out of ten used to hide
things in the clock. It used to be sup-
posed that nobody would think to look
for anything in the clock, and yet
everybody thought that the clock was
just the place to hide things; therefore
when anybody wanted to find or steal
anything, he or she went right straight
to the clock. Since people began to
use nickel clocks which are not big
enough to contain anything, people
hide things under the pincushion. Peo-
ple think nobody would think to look
there if he wanted to steal anything,
and yet it’s the first place they would
choose to hide anything—strange, isn’t
it? Keys are usually hidden under
door-mats. No one would think to look
under a mat. It has been proven a mil-
lion times that this is not a safe place.
Every time a householder arrives
home and finds “the key where it was
left,” he feels sure nobody could think
to look there but himself. Ostriches
hide their heads in the sand, and they
think, imagine, or suppose that no
one will discover them, and they are
about as much mistaken in the intelli-
gence of the onlooker as many folks
are in the people who want to find
their jewels and keys. We hope grad-
ually to mine and explode the idea
that clocks, pincushions and mats are
safe hiding places.
WILD ANIMALS LIKE TOBACCO.
Peculiarity Vouched For by Trainer of
Long Experience.
We have all heard of how to tame
a lion or tiger by steadily keeping the
eye fixed on him. According to an ex-
pert animal trainer a more effective
method is a cigar or a cigarette.
“Nearly every wild beast that I
have ever come across," said this
man, “is fond of tobacco in some
shape or form. I made this discov-
ery quite accidentally. One of the
visitors who was smoking a cigar
puffed some of the smoke into the
lion’s face as he lay asleep in the
cage.
“I expected to see a real riot, but
instead of that the lion, after giving a
couple of sneezes, moved quietly up to
the bars and raised his nose sniffingly,
as if asking for a second dose. I have
tried the experiment on all sorts of
wild animals since, and have found
that most of them enjoy thoroughly
a big sniff of tobacco.
“We had a bear here once that used
to rub his nose and back against the
bars of his cage, just like a cat asking
to be stroked, whenever anyone smo-
king a cigar came near him. Ante-
lopes and wild gGats aren’t satisfied
with the mere whiff. If you give them
a cigar or a cigarette, they will swal-
low it eagerly, and, what is more,
seem to suffer no bad effects from
their meal.”
Couldn’t Oblige.
The small boy approached the box
office of the moving picture show.
“Say, mister,” he queried, “will you
let me in to see the show to-night?
I’ll pay you to-morrow.”
“@an’t do it, sonny,” replied the man
behind the glass window. “This ain't a
loan exhibition.”
CUTTING UP A HIPPOPOTAMUS.
Tough Hide Can Be Relied On t?
Blunt Many Sharp Knives.
To cut up a hippopotamus is no easy
task. In some places the hide is al-
most two and a half inches thick, and
before you have got through a hand’s
breadth your knife has completely lost
its edge and requires to be resharp-
ened. The head and the feet are put
on one side to be preserved as
trophies of the chase, while the re-
mainder of the flesh is cut into long,
thin strips which, after they have
been dried by hanging them on the
tree branches, will keep good for a
very long time. The ivory of the
teeth and tusks, which is of very fine
quality, used to be employed almost
exclusively in the manufacture of
false teeth; nowadays it is turned to
all the purposes of ordinary ivory.
As for the hide, cut into strips it is
made into sticks, which are good
defensive weapons as one could wish
to possess. Treated with oil they be-
come as^ transparent as tortoise shell,
and look quite pretty. Out of hippo-
potamus hide bullock drivers likewise
make throngs for their whips which
are positively everlasting, and -fetch,
relatively speaking, quite a good price.
—From “Hunting the Hippopotamus,"
in the Wide World Magazine.
FATHER EQUAL TO OCCASION.
A Child in a Subway Train Who Cried
Once Too Often.
An Italian with his wife and two lit-
tle children got into the subway train
bound uptown. There were seats
enough, so the wife and one child in
arms sat down. The man, carrying
the other infant, prepared to take a
seat.
The moment he sat down the little
girl in his arms set up a cry. She
wouldn’t stop until the man got up.
For a time, as long as he remained
standing, she was quiet. The moment
he started again to be seated she
wailed again.
So he had to remain standing. The
child then reached for the cord by
which the signals are given from car
to car. It was too high above her
head. So she cried again.
The father tried to divert her atten-
tion to the straps as being more wor-
thy of her notice. But she wouldn’t
be appeased. What was he to do?
Soon answered. He turned the baby
over Ips knee as he sat down firmly
and gave her something to cry for. A
shocked look came over that little
girl’s face and then, after a few last
howls, she was very silent.
Her father sat there with a look as
of one who has solved a problem.—<
New York Sun.
The 14th Their Unlucky Day.
Superstitions of the sea should have
their edge taken off by the disaster off
the coast of Malta last fall. The Sar-
nia was due to sail from the home
port on Friday, November 13, a day
which was doubly unlucky It is even
difficult to get a sailor to sail on Fri-
day, let alone the 13th of so horrid a
month as November. So the men de-
manded delay—and they sailed on
November 14, and came to grief, not-
withstanding.
FAMOUS TOWN GONE FROM MAP.
Ubet in Montana No Longer Recog-
nized by Post Office Department.
The picturesque names of the early
Montana are passing away, like the
prospector and the cowboy, remarks
the Great Falls Leader. The latest to
pass is that of Ubet, erstwhile home
of the Indian and the cowboy—the
Mother Barrows, dispenser of true
western hospitality. More than a
quarter of a century ago, considerably
more, it was that Ubet was located
upon the map of northern Montana.
Located in the Judith Gap, Ubet made
a convenient half-way place from any-
where to anywhere, and the hotel, one
saloon, one blacksmith shop, and in
time one store, did a thriving busi-
ness; investigation of the early his-
tory of Ubet would reveal a number
of punctuation marks of .45 size, but
no one thought the less of Ubet for
that in the early time.
And now comes an order from the
post office department that Ubet as
an official handle wherewith to direct
United States mail is no more from
here the name of Ubet drops down
and out of the government directory
and the new town of Judith Gap takes
the postal cards. True, Judith Gap
is not a name to be sneezed at, but
beside the name of Ubet it dwindles
into the ordinary—very ordinary.
LITTLE DOUBT ABOUT RESULT.
Marathon Craze Extends and Uncle
Hiram Has an Idea.
Hiram Squashly laid down his news-
paper with a loud chuckle.
“Ma,” he said to his wife, “them
folks in Noo York is jest crazy.”
“I alius knowed that,” she replied,
as she thought of the day she spent
two hours trying to cross Broadway.
“I mean,” he explained, “they’re jest
crazy on them marathon races. You
know I wuz tellin’ you ’bout ’em last
night.”
“Waal?” she queried.
“They’ve been holdin’ marathon run-
nin’ races, marathon skatin’ races,
marathon walkin’ races, an’ all sorts
o’ marathons.”
“I do hope, Hiram, you ain’t plan-
nin’ to run in one of ’em. You know
how your heart acted when the calf
chased you round the lot.”
“Don’t you worry a minit ’bout that,
ma. It jest give me an idea, that’s
all.”
“What be you goin’ to do?”
“Why, I’m goin’ to git up a mara-
thon right in this county, by gum!
It’ll be a marathon sleepin’ contest,
an’ .4f our hired man don’t win it by
sleepin’ over 26 hours without even
turnin’ over once, then I don’t know
apples from ’taters!”—New York Her-
ald.
Doubly Broke.
Wife—I saw Mr. Chacer this after-
hoon, and he looks very bad. What’s
the matter with him—do you know?
Hubby—Compound fracture.
Wife—What sort of compound frac-
ture?
Hubby—He’s broke, and Miss Dough-
bags, discovering the fact, broke her
engagement.—Pick Me Up.
PHYSICIAN NOT A GREAT HELP.
Senator Cameron's Thoughtfulness
Met with Poor Reward.
Remarking on the physical disabili
ties of men who have occupied seats
in the senate in his time, the vener-
able Senator Gallinger of New Hamp-
shire related in the cloakroom the oth-
e; day a story of Senator Simon Cam-
eron of Pennsylvania.
“It was during Cameron’s last term
in the senate,” said he. “A few of us
were asked to visit the battlefield of
Gettysburg. Cameron was among the
number. The day before we were to
start he came to me and said he was
not in good condition physically and
asked if it would be all right for him
to take a physician along. I said cer-
tainly. The morning before we were
to start I was surprised to see Cam-
eron come to the train holding up a
shadow of a man, who turned out to
be his physician. It amused us much
to see the senator get behind that
physician of his and fairly boost him
up the train steps. Throughout the
journey Cameron was busy taking
care of this physician he had brought
along.”—Boston Transcript.
TWIN FOES OF TUBERCULOSIS,
Fresh Air and Sunlight Always to Be
Depended Upon.
Fresh air and sunlight are the great
preventives and curatives. Consump-
tion cannot maintain a hold upon peo-
ple who take plenty of pure oxygen
into their lungs sleeping and waking.
Tuberculosis in any of its forms was
extremely rare among the Indians, if
not entirely unknown to them, before
the advent of the whites. Like the ne-
groes and other members of savage
races that have been brought under
the influence of civilization, the abo-
rigines of this continent displayed an
unusual degree of susceptibility to pul-
monary diseases. Since the Indian
has begun to change the manner of
his life, taking insufficient exercise,
over-clothing himself, consuming alco-
hol and living in a stuffy log cabin,
tuberculosis has laid a constantly in-
creasing hold upon him, so that now
it is much more frequently manifest
in the red man than in his white
brother.—From “The Great White
Plague” in The Craftsman.
The First Expressman.
The express business is commonly
believed to have had its origin in 1839,
when William F. Harnden, valise in
hand, made four trips weekly between
New York and Boston carying valu-
ables and small packages for his cus-
tomers. One company, which is still
in operation, Davenport & Mason, re-
ports, however, that it dates back to
1S36, when on the opening of .the rail-
road between Taunton and Boston in
July, Charles Davenport and N. S.
Mason engaged in the business, cov-
ering the line between the points
named.
Always Acceptable.
“When I send out manuscripts,” said
the confident youth, “the editor al-
ways finds something he can use.”
“I see,” answered Miss Cayenne,
“You inclose stamps.”
DROP ALL THOUGHT
BRAIN MUST BE INACTIVE TO S&
CURE SLEEP.
Habit of Allowing the Mind to Dwell
on Daily Tasks While Seek-
ing Slumber Is Direct Bid
for Insomnia.
When^we seek our couch it is for
the purpose of sleep, the great restor-
er. Therefore if we get into the bad
habit of making bed the place to plan
the next day’s tasks, sleep will re-
venge herself by remaining away.
Who are the workers who stand the
most with least effect on the health?
Those who never permit their day du-
ties and their night duties to conflict.
Night, or part of it, is given to us
for rebuilding our exhausted systems.
Why then should we exhaust them the
more by trying to work the clock
around.
It is not as if our strength would
stand more than a certain amount of
pressure. If there were no cases of
nervous prostration and brain fag,
heart failure and insanity from try-
ing to burn the candle at both ends
there might be more sense in defying
nature’s rules. The slightest knowl-
edge of people shows us those who
have gone to the wall from lack of a
proper division of labor.
There is not much danger for the
man or woman who can work within
well-defined limits; there is danger,
and near at hand, for thos^ who make
their sleeping time a planning time,
who take the burdens of life as bed-
fellows.
Insomnia is not a pleasant compan-
ion, but it is a companion who
will soon cling to you as a limpet
if once you give it a chance
on sleeping hours. Each time you
wonder: “What shall I tell Mr.
Jones to-morrow?” instead of wooing
sleep you make a bid for insomnia.
You cannot control your thoughts?
That is a foolish notion. Thoughts
can be controlled as well as actions
if the desire and will power be pres-
ent. Every time the thought of busi-
ness pops into your brain, push it out
again. Do not think at all, if possi-
ble; think of anything else save the
next day’s duties.
Making the mind a blank is a great
help in the fight against planning
work instead of sleeping. Try all the
insomnia cures, count sheep, hold the
eyes open wide until they fall of their
own weight, pedal the foot, lie with
the eyes staring ceilingward, sip a
glass of milk slowly—do everything
you know to force sleep and drive out
thought.
If possible, do not work before bed-
time. Take relaxation before retiring;
read a novel if only for 15 minutes;
take a brisk walk; chat with your
family or play a game of solitaire.
Thus your last conscious thought will
lot be pf to-morrow’s tasks, and your
deep will give new strength for the
ime ahead.
Why He Wept.
Little Bobby had been scraping the
snow from the sidewalk for two hours.
The minister, passing down the street,
found him weeping as though his
heart would break.
“What’s the trouble, my little man?”
asked the minister, in consoling tones.
“Boohoo!” sobbed Bobby, as he
mopped his eyes with his sleeve. “Bad
tramp came along and stole the snow
shovel from the little boy next door.”
“Well, my lad, it is nice to be sym-
pathetic, but you must not worry too
much over other people’s affairs.”
“Oh, it isn’t that, sir; I’m weep-
ing ’cause he didn’t steal my shovel,
too.”
As Success Is Measured.
Success is measured by appropriate
service. Widow O’Callaghan made a
success in life; so.did the mother in
the “Bird’s Christmas Carol;” so did
the mother of “Tiny Tim.” Success
means filling a useful place in so-
ciety.
Nothing Lacking.
A Highland minister, who Was
lather a pompous gentleman, came to
a shepherd’s house to baptize a child.
“Are you prepared?” he asked the
fond parent.
“Qu ay, munnister; I have got a
grand ham for tea.”
“I mean spiritually prepared,” thun-
dered the cleric.
“Af coorse I am; oh, yes. I got twa
bottles o’ first-class whisky from the
inn,” replied the imperturbable Celt.—*
Tit-Bits.
Give the Eyes a Rest.
It is a good plan to close the eyes
for five minutes every few hours. This
will not only rest the eyes, but pre-
vent the wrinkles known as “crow’s
feet” from making their appearance as
early as they would otherwise.
Defense of Old Father i ime.
We all change, but that’s with
Time; Time does his work honestly,
and I don’t mind him. A fi.g for Time!
Use him well and he’s a hearty fellow,
and scorns to have you at a disad«
vantage.—Dickens.
SURGEON GENERAL G. H. TORNEY
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Vernor, J. E. The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 1544, Ed. 1 Monday, March 1, 1909, newspaper, March 1, 1909; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth910545/m1/2/: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.