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WHAT WOULD WAITER THINK?
Of all the things that I abhor
The chief Is that of giving tips—
They surely pay the waiter fur
His little platter bearing trips.
One k ts in that tip giving rut
Until he always yields tli fee.
I certainly would stop It, but.
What would the waltei think f me?
The waiter i« a lordly man;
His dignity -< nn thint? great.
Some tlout him, but I never can—
I d<i not dare, at anj rate.
My efforts to attract his eye
Somehow he always falls to see.
If I a tipless life should try.
What w uild the waiter think of mo?
I e.uinot somehow feel nt ease
Heinr • Hi;- presence Idand and mild;
'Tis I who always try to please—
He seems the one to be beguiled.
I'm tempted to apologize
For wanting cotTee, milk or tea
How? Make my tips of smaller size?
What would the waiter think of me?
1 could not fare his stern contempt —
At present it is hard to hear.
What if "from tipping I'm exempt"
I should defiantly declare?
Ills lips more euldly w«aild be shut-
No one to-day's as grim as he.
I'd stop this thing of tipping, but,
What would the waiter think of me?
«-W. 1>. N.. In Chicago Dally Tribune.
Little France
A ROMANCE OF THE DAYS WHEN
"THE GREAT LORD HAWK1" WAS
KING Ol- THE SEA v* v< v*
Cyrus Townsf.nd Brady
Author of "Commodore Paul Jones,'
"Rsubsti |..mi • " For the Pros*
dow of the Sea," etc.
* r
Copyright, l'.toi, by 1>. Appleton & Co.. Now York.
CHAPTER XVII.—CONTIM KJI.
"How is it that I hoar no response
to my appeal from the officers of the
militia?" continued the governor.
"Gentlemen, dp you allow your
brothers of the regular army to out-
do you In patriotism?"
"By God, sir!" ripped out one of the
leading officers of tlie militia, "we can-
not fight any more, and there's an end
to ii! Our men are deserting by hun-
dreds, and we are hungry! We have
had nothing to eat since last night,
nothing to drink either! 'Tis ill keep-
ing guard and fighting on nothing!
The English are there in thousands,
curse them! We cannot keep them
out. My men won't fight any longer!"
"Nor mine!"
si'Nor mine!" rang through the hall.
"And you, monsieur, has your
stomach for fight also left you?" asked
de Kamesay, frowning upon the man
"Yes. it has!" snapped out the of-
ficer furiously. " 'Tis a hopeless con-
test, the city is lost!"
"Yes, yes, he is right!"
"Surrender!"
"Give up the town!"
"We are lost!" cried one after an-
other.
There was no doubt either of their
unanimity or of their determination.
"You cowards!" exclaimed the gov-
ernor bitterly, turning upon them with
a withering glance of contempt. His
raininess gone, he stamped his foot
in passionate scorn and anger.
In the midst of the confusion, which
well indicated the disorganization in
the town. .1 ii officer l , rst into the hall
ami shouldered his way through tho
struggling mob toward the governor.
The crowd became silent as they rec-
ognized his presence and instinctively
felt that he had news of importance.
His face was grave with anxiety.
"Monsieur," he cried, saluting, "the
English are about to storm the St.
Charles gate! Monsieur le Gardeur.
who commands there, has sent me to
say that the town troops have thrown
down their arms and have refused to
fight! He has no force to stay the
advance. For God's sake, send rein-
forcements, or we are lost!"
Even as he spoke another officer
came running into the room from the
walls on the other side.
"Monsieur le Gouverneur," he cried,
as ho entered the apartment, "the
colonial troops have withdrawn from
the walls! ('apt. Le Moyne says that
the English battalions are mustering
for an immediate attack. He has not
enough regulars to man the guns! He
must have reinforcements immediate-
ly, and the men are hungry!"
"Is there an ounce of bread left."
asked the governor, turning to the
quartermaster, "to feed the soldiers
who are faithful and these cattle?"
"Nothing, sir," an:w. red that func-
tionary sadly, "the last ration was is-
sued last night."
' You see, sir," cried the merchant,
"to what straits we are reduced! My
children cry for bread!"
"My wife suffers with hunger; we
are ruined!" cried another.
"My soldiers starve!" exclaimed p
third.
"Gentlemen," said the unfortunate
chevalier, turning to the militia, "you
have some influence with your men
ntrely! Return to them, beg them to
fight, one more day! Monsieur de Levi
will surely succor us. Upon us depend<
tlie fortune of Now France. When w
strike the fiat we give up a province,
an empire! For God's sake, messieurs
for the king, for your own lands, once
more to the walls! Vive la nuvelle
France!"
The militia officers stood in gloomy
silence in the face of this appeal. The
feeble acclamations of the loyal offi-
cers of the line were drowned by a
dreadful crashing sound, followed by
a detonating explosion, which hurled
Hie people in the room in every direc-
tion. A shell from the batteries burst
in the hall*
"Same qui pent!" cried one In tlie
smoke.
"We have no safety anywhere!"
"Strike the flaf!"
"Fly, fly, messieurs!"
The room was filled with men, dead,
wounded and stunned. Groans, curses,
shrieks resounded. Scarcely knowing \
what had happened, the governor, de '
Yitre, and the rest, blinded, dazed, and I
choking, found themselves swept out j
of the chateau to the terrace in front
of it overlooking the river. From the
tall staff above them floated the white
flag of France. There was an excited
group of men around it. Two or three
eager hands clutched at the halliards.
Slowly, as il with reluctance, the proud
banner came drooping down to the
earth.
De Yitre, Rouvlgny, Joannes, Pied-
mont and two or three others with
drawn swords ran into the midst of
the mob, driving back the townspeo-
ple and the officers. With eager hands
tliey strove to hoist the flag, but the
halliards had been cut and they could
only lift it in their hands a little space
above the sodden ground. As they
realized the effort, their antagonists
swept down upon them again. The
governor's spirit was unabated, but
his resolution at this gave way. He
succumbed to the inevitable.
"Let be!" he cried, breaking his
sword and throwing the pieces far from
him, "the flag is down. He it remem-
bered that it was not my hand that
struck it! You cowards, you have
your way! It is the end of New
France."
He stood, with the tears trickling
down his rugged old face, a picture of
| shame and sorrow.
One by one the big guns that ringed
the city ceased to pour their shot up-
on the town, as the English saw the flag
come down. Although the heavy
smoke still hung low in the sodden air,
a silence ominous and gloomy for the
Frenchmen succeeded the roar of the
cannonade. The ships in the harbor
were soon black with men. From the
meadows on the Plains of Abraham
the sound of cheering could be heard
faintly, and down by the St. Charles
gate, where the columns of the Eng-
lish were massed, came back an echo
of the joyful sound. It was the death-
knell of the province.
Maj. Joannes, reluctantly comply-
ing, while bitterly protesting, was dis-
patched with a white flag to Gen.
enabled to view things in a clearer i. art was the strongest card, he de-
light. | tided.
of
"8TR1KK THE I-LAG."
Townshend's headquarters. With the
cessation of the bombardment the
townspeople, regardless of the rain,
poured into the streets. The plateau
in front of the chateau was soon filled
with people shouting, gesticulating,
laughing, crying, sobbing like mad.
The grim old governor, with the offi-
cers about him, stood at the foot of
the flagstaff looking over that marvel-
tils prospect w hich should never again
belong to France. Presently Joannes
returned.
"The terms, major?" cried the gov-
ernor.
"The garrison to march out with
the honors of war. with their arms,
two pieces of cannon, and 2m rounds;
afterward to be transported to France
with such of the townspeople as choose
to go with them. The free exercise ol
our religion permitted and the rights
and property of the people respected."
"And the alternative, monsieur?"
"Immediate attack."
"Have you the paper?"
"Within my breast, sir." answered
Joannes.
"Let us go to the chateau; we will
sign It."
Presently the two reappeared on the
terrace.
"Say to the English that the people
are . arvin • and ask them in the name
of the women and children to send us
something to eat at once," said the
gov ernor.
Joannes saluted, turned away, and
was gone. The people watched him
disappear in silence.
CH \PTI:R XVIII.
THE PI \Y
Tin: STAKE.
pi.A v r.ns.
Mj
lie carefully took account of the dif-
ferent obstacles which separated, ur
might tend to separate, him from the
woman he loved. He intended to win
her, come what might, and as the
campaign was like to prove a diffi-
cult one, in which the odds were
mainly against him, it behooved him
to take stock of all opposition and
carefully look over the field. He must
think, he must plan, he must leave
no stone unturned, lose no point in tlie
game.
First of all he was an American,
and that was different from an Eng-
lishman. Anne, although she showed
little of it to a casual inspection, was
an American as well. That was a
point gained. The wnr, he believed,
would presently be over That was
another point in his favor. If she
loved him—If she loved him! Who
could doubt it after last night? But j
did she love him enough to brave the
Of her love he felt no doubt; but
love and marriage v.ere two things
that rarely went together in the mind
of die high nobility of France in those
lays. Hut stay! Anne was different.
As a child, w hen he had known her
best, she had known none of these
disagreeable convenances cf tho so-
ciety of her day. Had her sojourn in
Canada, her entrance into the gay lit-
tle world of New France, effected a
revolution of her character? He did
not believe so.
These were torturing questions all.
Evening found him still thinking of
them and thinking alone. His wants
had been attended to by .Tosette or
.lean-Renaud, now allowed free access
to him. His anxious inquiries for the
countess had been met by the state-
ment that she was ill and could not
come to see him a declaration which
added alarm to his longing and disap-
pointment. His progress toward re-
anger and defy the opposition of her i covery had been rapid, but on the sec
grandfather? Did she love him enough
to marry him in despite of country,
nationality, public opinion? He
thought so.
She had great pride of race, and
from the French point of view she
would be condescending ineffably in
marrying a mere commoner. For the
matter of that, he thought, in his lov-
ing humility, that no man was fit to
possess this priceless jewel of woman-
hood. He placed her upon a level so
high that she would have been com- J
polled to condescend to marry even a
king, much less a simple American
gentleman. Marriage with him meant
for her the renunciation of title, rank, ;
station, possessions, country, family, ,
friends, traditions—he piled up the |
catalogue of sacrifices involved, in
gloomy, ever-deepening humility.
Still, other women had done such
things; these were not insuperable
obstacles.
The last difficulty was the greatest. ;
There was de Yitre—a stumbling
KAN WHILE, what of the
juntess Anne and Capt.
1 rat ton? They had passed
through a week of such
minulod eri.i)ticius such alternations of
joy and sorrow, of love atid jealousy,
of remembrances and anticipation, as
could scarcely be described.
When the woman he loved left him
alone the night he recognized her, after
that rapturous exchange of kisses,
Grafton felt himself transported to
Heaven. He forgot, in the happiness
consequent upon his discovery of her
identity, the v. ial antagonism which
should lie beiwc n them; lie forgot
the great gulf of war which held them
asunder; lie even forgot the engage-
ment of Anne to de Yitre. But the
next morning, when the first glow of
his * ««8k>n l"'1 left him, he was
ond day of her continued absence from
his room lie nearly fretted himself in-
to a fever. He found that he could be
more calm and cool in theory than in
practice. Dr. Arnoux looked very
grave when he paid his afternoon visit
that day, and, ignorant of the real sit-
uation. spoke some blunt words to
mademoiselle?.
"This Englishman," he said, "is pin-
ing, worrying, fretting. Pnless some-
thing can be done to restore his peace
of mind I fear the consequences may
be serious; inflammation may set in
in his feverish condition, and. then
His ominous gesture frightened her
greatly.
"Can't you, mademoiselle, cheer him
up, distract his mind in some way?"
he asked.
Anne knew only too well what ailed
her patient. She had distracted him
too much already, possibly; yet. when
she heard of the threatened danger,
with her usual impetuosity she threw
block. Indeed. No man eouTi"' have f Prudence to the winds, broke her
done more lor another than lie had I promise to liersel! and lied to the
don, for the voum.* Frenchman. He i ''haniber. He beard her fleet step on
had twice saved his life, he had es-f-'he sl:lir' uni1 w!un sllP ' ntered lie
tablished his honor, and. by a singu- ! f"' 0'1 her from ,ho "illmv wl,h s,lch a
larly ironic trick of fate, he feared he
had be ti the means of bestowing upon
hint the hand of the woman they both
loved.
His own sense of the obligation he
had conferred upon that, young
Frenchman lay heavily upon his soul.
He could not demand from him freely
or even take from him by force what
lie would have wrested cheerfully from
another. A benefit conferred, however
it may be considered by the recipient
as a benefit forgot, invariably estab-
lishes a sense of obligation on him
who confers it. Therefore, de Yitre
was an obstacle of the most serious
moment to the future progress of his
happiness. How to contend with him
he knew not. Certainly he could not*
make the relinquishment of the
Frenchman's desire for Anne the price,
or the reward, of his own past serv-
ice's. A genuine man, he could not
even bear to have these serv^es men-
tioned; and that they so persistently
remained in his thoughts gave him
honorable uneasiness. A very exalted
and ehivalric nature had Philip Graf-
ton. II" was particularly nice on the
point of honor.
That was not all either, for con-
nected with de Yitre was the honor of
the de Rohans. Anne, in the most
public manner and of her own free
will, had betrothed herself to the
young Frenchman. She had volun-
tarily entered upon the relationship
and assumed the obligation. Her
sense of honor was not less keen than
his. She was a woman, lie remem-
bered. imbued with all the traditions
of that race whose proud boast it was
that while they had not been born to
the kingly degree and they would not
condescend to the princely rank, yet
they were Rohans. Was Anne capable
of sacrificing her word for her love?
It was doubtful.
The last consideration that arose in
his mind was an acute conjecture that
the marquis would not be much bet-
ter satisfied with de Yitre for a suitor
for his granddaughter than he would
have been with Grafton. The old
man probably, nay, certainly, had
formed his own plans, and there was
without doubt a third suitor of his
personal choosing awaiting Anne in
France. This meant much. If Graf-
ton could succeed in matching the
marquis' determination against Anne's
will-power, between de Yitre and the
other, he might the more easily
achieve success.
He realized all these things, weighed
them carefully, considered them ex-
haustively, and racked his brain in an
endeavor to solve the problem. His
resolute determination was unabated.
That, his love for her, and her feeling
for him, were the thtve things le
counted upon to enable him to have
his way and win her for his own. He
was no longer a boy; he did not ap-
proach the problem lightly and care-
lessly, but with a deliberate calmness
which outwardly belled his passion.
He was a man thoughtful by nature
and strengthened in character by the
| responsibilities of his position as
•aptain of a ship, and h
smile of hope and joy as completely
transformed him.
"Anne! Anne!" he murmured, re-
proachfully, "for two whole days I
have lain here alone thinking, think-
ing, thinking, dreaming, loving, until
I wonder I did not go mad! And you
never came!"
"I sent Josette, monsieur."
"Josette! You might have sent
every woman, every messenger in the
world, and I would have thought only
of you! How could you be so cruel?
You love me, yet you left me!"
"How can I love the enemy of
France, monsieur?" she answered, gaz-
ing down upon him with eyes that
gave the lie to the cold words on her
lfts.
"I know not how you can, but you
cannot deny that you do. Anne, sweet
Anne, you are half American. This
land is the home of your mother. Let
it be the home of your heart as well!"
"And my grandfather, the marquis?
He would never consent."
(To lie Continued.]
MERCY FOR THE POOR COON.
Xcftrn Hunter Tolls How lie l-'elt
\\ lieu lie < nii slit the V: i-
uiiiI'M K>i'.
We give below in negro dialect an
extract from Mrs. Sutherland's drama
entitled 'To' White Trash." It rep-
resents a negro in the act of killing
a coon. He has brought the poor beast
to bay and now has him at his mercy.
Just before firing the fatal shot he
catches the coon's eye and is stopped
momentarily by the pathetic appeal
which he reads there. The negro is
giving an account to the doctor, and
we will let him tell it in his own way:
"An' then, Doctor. I saw that coon's
eyes—I saw that coon's eyes. Doctor,
I—I never saw a coon's eyes hefo'. I
reckon—I reckon—there wouldn't be so
much hurt in' done in this world ef
ies' hefo' yo* hurted yo' saw the thing's
eyes! An' I looked at him—an' he
looked at ni—an' his eve said. 'He
yo' goin' to kill me?' Thar worn't no
trees—no sky no nothin' -jes' only
that coon's eyes. 'It's on'.v cowards
kill what can't fi-ht,' they says.
'It's on'y devils kill fo' fun.' they says.
Every thin' thet bed ever been 'fraid
—an' I've been 'fraid!—looked out o'
that coon's eyes. Evcrythin' thet ever
been hurt—an', C d-a-mi :i.'y! I've
been hurt! -looked out o' that coon's
eyes. 'Be yo' goin' to kill me?' they
sez. 'Be yo' goin* to kill me?' An' 1
Hinged my gun's far's she'd flew, an'
I sez. No. yo' mean, scared, hunted
critter, yo'!'"
WASHINGTON GOSSIP
upon a time there was a womai
ping married, had her husband
to, and she never lost an op-
ty to giv< a lengthy, full and
le account, of the various things
that interested her.
Her husband had been trained into
patience, and listened quietly to her ac-
counts of events that did not in the
•liberal, lv I least interest him. though she con-
Once
who, b
to talk
port un
comple
del >rmined to win the person, as lie
already possessed the heart of the ;
French girl.
It was a sort of game he played. |
with her for the stake. The grim old |
marquis, with his pride of race, fam-
ily and nation, and his ardent patriot- j
ism; the handsome, dashing young Ca-
nadian. the unknown suitor, who was
sure to be a man of parts and condi-
tion. and the stubborn, determined lit-
tle Englishman would all prove fa-
mous players. Which would win?
Well, come what might, Grafton al-
ready had Anne's heart, de Yitre her
promise, the marquis her duty, and
the unknown as yev, uothing. The
sumed a great amount of time with de-
tails rind repetitions that might have
caused a show of impatience on the
part of a listener less wise than he was.
Mora! -Some persons are never short
in their account? X. Y. Herald.
r.\ee**i «' I'oliti'UfHM.
Customer—I haven't any change
with me this morning; will you trust
me for a postage stamp until to-mor-
row?
Drug Clerk Certainly, Mr. DoJones.
"Hut suppose I should get killed,
or—"
"Oh, that's all right The loss would
be but a trifle."—Cincinnati Enquirer.
THE TRYING POSITION OF THE
RUSSIAN AMBASSADOR.
COUNT CASSINI IS ADMIRED
New Head of Bureau of Manufactures
—Congressmen Seek Sei vices of
Trained Newspaj^er Men —
Gymnastics Condemned.
ASHI N G T O N.—
Nothing but ad-
miration is ex
pressed for Count
Cassini, the Rus-
sian ambassador,
during these last
days of his sta£
i n Washington.
Few d i P 1 o mats
have ever had a
more trying role
to fill than he.
With public senti-
ment, which in-
cudes that of officialdom, clearly <«
.ho side of the Japanese, the count has
been able by his own genial personali-
ty to retain the respect and affection of
all grades in official and diplomatic
circles. The blunders, the misfortunes
and the incompetency that have
marked the Russian conduct of the
war in tile east on land and sea have
almost made the Muscovite name a re-
proach in this city. Count Cassini has
had to meet all the disgust, disappoint
inent and ridicule that his home gov-
ernment have inspired.
As the dean of the diplomatic corps,
his position has been doubly trying.
The embarrassment that his nation's
misfortunes have brought are greater
than if he had occupied a less conspic-
uous place in the list of ambassadors
and ministers. As dean he has had to
take a prominent part in official and
social functions. This he has done,
and that immobile countenance and
imperturable manner have hidden any
anxiety and shame he may have felt
over the disasters that followed the
Russian army and navy in the orient.
The count's many friends have out-
done themselves to show him courtesy
and pay him honor before he leaves
for his new post at Madrid. Dinners
have been the order of the day and
nothing but compliments have been
showered upon the cool headed and
popular Russian.
After the fall of Port Arthur, Count
Cassini was prepared for any sort of a
blow. That was the sorest disappoint-
ment to him of any occurrence of the
war. He had a special interest in Port
Arthur, as the place was named after
him when Russia grabbed it at the
close of the Chinese-Japanese war. The
count's first name is Arthur, or Arturo,
and the Russian government named
Port Arthur after him in recognition
of his services w hen minister of Pe-
king.
"Major"
John M. Carson.
HE ranks of news-
paper correspond-
1 cuts in W'ashing-
vlll/ Em ton have again
been invaded by
the administration
to secure desiral 1
material with
w hich to fill a pub-
lie office. Maj.
John M. Carson,
the correspondent
of the New York
Times and the
Philadelphia Ledger, the dean of the
correspondents' corps, and who has
been engaged in Washington new. pa
per work for a generation, has been
selected as the head of the bureau of
manufactures in the department of
commerce and labor. The selection was
made by the president himself.
Maj. Carson is known all the coun-
try over by his initials ".J. M. C.,"
which have been appended to his dis-
patches and letters in the Philadelphia
Ledger for nearly 30 years. He has
long been regarded as an authority on
tariff and finance, and he has done
notable newspaper work on all the
great questions and issues that have
arisen in the capital city since the
'70s. By popular consent he has been
breveted "Major," although he has
strenuously endeavored to keep his
ti: 1 e to tiiat which legitimately belongs
to him. He never was a major in the
artnv. but rose from the rank of sec-
ond lieutenant to that of senior cap-
tain in his regiment during three
years' service in the civil war. He has
a splendid military record, and one
that his friends insist should have
given him the title of major; so they
have supplied that rank, and he has
been known as Maj. Carson for a quar-
ter of a century. It is only surprising
that he is not a "general," as no place
in 'lie world are titles so easily at-
tained and promotions so quickly made
by popular favor as in this city.
Faith in Newspaper Men
RESIDENT Ui
velt belie % es
s
in
n e w s p a per men
and has chosen
many of them to
fill positions of re-
sponsibility and
honor in the pub-
lic service. He be-
lieves in the
Washingt..n corre-
spondent. He has
had experience
with thp latter
class of newspaper
men for 1g or 17
years, or since he first came to Wash-
ington as a civil service commissioner.
Among the conspicuous examples of
newspaper men being called by the
president to high office might be cited
the following: Secretary of State John
Hay, who was a writer of great
strength and virility on the New York
Tribune before he entered the diplo-
matic service and began a career that
litis made him the premier of the ad-
ministration. Whitelaw Reid, now am-
bassador to Great Britain, has been a
newspaper writer and editor all his
life, and served several years as a
Washington co r res po nde n t.
These two are both frequently spoken
of as newspaper men who have made
their mark in the public service, but
there is an extended list of men of that
profession in other departments. There
is Robert J. Wynne, now consul gen-
t ral to London, who occupied a seat in
Mr. Roosevelt's cabinet for several
months. He was a Washington corre-
spondent of more than a quarter of a
century's experience. The two civilian
commissioners of the District of Col-
umbia, Henry L, West and H. B. F.
Maci'arland, were both prominent mem-
bers of the Washington corps of corre-
spondents and newspaper writers be-
fore they were called upon to run the
district government. Francis E. Leuif>,
for 33 years a writer on the New York
Evening Post, and for more than 20
years its Washington correspondent, is
Mr. Roosevelt's commissioner of In-
dian affairs.
Then there is the venteran Gen.
Henry V. Boynton, so long connected
with the Cincinnati Commercial Ga-
elic. who is now at the liead of the
Chickamauga park commission. Other
newspaper men who served as Wash-
ington correspondents and are now in
the public service are Assistant Secre-
tary of the Treasury Reynolds, Chief
of the Bureau of Statistics Austin,
Chief of the Dead Letter Office Young,
H. Conquest Clarke, connected with
the rural free delivery. George W.
Rouzer, in the employ of the senate,
and George E. Gilleland, also employed
in the senate.
Grasp of Public Affairs.
fHW HE president has
H ^ f reque n tly re-
marked that he
has seldom failed
to g t the highest
service from news-
paper men. Ho
chooses them be-
cause of i heir gen-
eral knowledge of
public affairs. The
Washington corre-
spondent is accus-
tomed in the pur-
suit of his profession to meet govern-
ment officials of every grade, and he
becomes acquainted with the work of
every department and bureau. In nine
cases out of ten the disclosure of
wrongdoing in the public, service is
made by newspaper men in the ordi-
nary practice of their profession. They
are quick to discern any unusual de-
parture from routine methods, and it
is an open secret that the industry
and aciiteness of newspaper correspon-
dents were mainly instrumental in
compelling an overhauling of the post
office department and brought about
the disclosure of crimes and fraudulent
pract .ces.
The newspaper man is also well post-
ed on political matters, and. although
under the Roosevelt administration ac-
tive politics are barred in all the de-
i partments, the president is very will*
! ing to have about him men who are
I able to size up a political situation and
I who appreciate the significance of
government policies in politics in the
I highest sense of the latter term.
New senators and representatives
coming to Washington are very glad to
I secure the services of trained newspa-
! per men as their private and confident
t.ial secretaries.
Evils of Indoor Exercise.
NIT ED STATES
Consul Marshal
Halstead at Bir-
mingham, Eng-
land, has sent an
extract from one
of the English pa-
pers describing a
rather startling
theory regarding
gymnastics. This
theory is promul-
gated by a Prof.
Mosso in a lecture
before the Birmingham university in
which he claims that gymnastics are
injurious. Prof. Muirhead of the same
university has enlarged on Prof.
Mosso's theory and bus made a sweep-
ing condemnation of gymnastics.
Prof. Mosso by a series of experi-
ments with an instrument called the
Ergograph contends that he has estab-
lished the fact, that the brain is
brought into operation by every act ol
physical exertion, and there is a strain
imposed upon this organ by physical
exercise, mental study and the play of
the emotions. Prof. Muirhead taking
Mosso's experiments as a basis, de-
1 < lares that gymnastics are tb > most ex-
haustive and demorali'i*i j hind of ex-
ercise that could be encaged in. His
contention has aroused it ite a feeling
and his position has been severely as-
sailed by the advoca es of gymnastic
training of scholars. Jr. defense of his
theory. Prof. Muirhead says:
"I think that what we now know as
! to thp physiological effr-rt of different
kinds oi exercise demands an over-
: hauling of the older systems of gym-
1 naBtic training. Gymnastic trainers
are often ignorant of the real prinoi*
1 pies on which physical exercise should
be based, and our existing system is a
compromise for open air exercise. In-
door gymnastics are very exhausting,
and in my view one of the best forms
of gymnastics is the outdoor games,
such as the public schools have lu their
field sports."
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Miller, C. H. The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 6, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 6, 1905, newspaper, July 6, 1905; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105436/m1/2/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.