The Record. (Noble, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 13, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 15, 1902 Page: 7 of 12
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Trained Elephants Waltz
tvith Graceful Partners
Trained elephants that dance a waltz
with grace and precision, with a wom-
an for a partner, are now holding the
attention of Paris, or that portion of
it that enjoys novelty in amusements.
These elephants keep perfect time to
the music and never tread on their
partner's feet. With the utmost deli-
cacy and tenderness one of them will
encircle his lovely partner's waist with
his trunk and then the dance begins.
When the band strikes up an entic-
ing waltz the elephants appear in the
circus ring. The elephants waltz alone,
in couples, finally all three together,
with perfect unison of movement.
Then the young woman who is to
dance with them enters. They ap-
LONDON A PARADISE OF CLUBS
Some of Them Ar® Famous All Over
London is the paradise of clubs.
There are hundreds of them, and
some of them are famous the world
over. The Carlton club, which has
its headquarters at 94 Pall Mall, re-
stricts its members to 1,800. The en-
trance fee is £30, and the annual sub-
scription is ten guineas. The Reform
club, located at 104 Pall Mall, S. W.,
takes 1,400 members, who pay an en-
trance fee of £40 and an annual sub-
scription of ten guineas. The Carlton,
of course, is conservative and the Re-
form is entered as "strictly liberal.'
The Constitutional club, in Northum-
berland avenue, opposite Hotel Vic-
toria. takes 6,000 members, has an en-
trance fee of fifteen guineas or seven
guineas, and an annual subscription
of seven guineas or three guineas. It
is described as "politically constitu-
proach her, bowing profoundly, and by
extending their trunks and executing
waltz steps invite her to dance. She
pretends indifference to all of them,
they become violently jealous.
After much of this pretty by-play
she chooses the biggest elephant for
her partner. As he leads her to the
center of the ring the joy he manifests
His defeated rivals retire to the edge
of the ring, appear to consult, and,
when the great elephant's back is turn-
ed, threaten him with direst vengeance
1 as they shake the ground with angry
The dance finished, the star elephant
courteously conducts his partner to a
tional." Then there is the Junior Con-
stitutional, at 101 Piccadilly, which
takes 5,500 members, and requires an
entrance fee of six guineas, with an
annual subscription of three guineas
or five guineas.
The National Liberal club at White-
hall place, S. W., takes 0,500 members,
who pay six guineas annually, but
there is no entrance fee. It is "strictly
liberal," and is the cheapest club in
London. Its home is a palace on the
embankment near the Hotel Metro-
pole, well knwn to all American trav-
elers. There are many other political
clubs, such as the City Carlton, the
City Liberal and City Conservative,
the Junior Conservative, the Prim-
rose, St. Stephens, the Eighty Club,
etc. Excluding certain clubs, such as
the Colonial, which have no limit to
their membership, the National Lib-
eral takes the largest number. The
heaviest fees are those charged by the
Naval and Military, Oxford and Cam-
chair. Before she can seat herself, as
if to emphasize how gentle he has be<ui
and to prove his mighty strength, he
seizes her around the waist with his
trunk, raises her and, seating her on
his broad back, marches around the
ring, tooting his triumph. Again he
circles her form with his trunk and,
balancing her with nicest care, carries
her recumbent and posturing.
When he releases her she coquettish-
ly approaches the other two elephants
and with soft words and caresses tries
to appease their jealous ill temper.
They sulk for a while, then relent, and
beg her pardon with many deep bows.
Common sense extracts more solid
comfort fl'om life than genius does.
bridge, United University, each £42;
the Reform at .£40, and the Junior
Carlton at £38 17s.
CHILDISH IDEAS OF VACCINATION
Some Queer Thonslit) That Arise In
A long chapter might be written on
the confusion of ideas produced in tb*s
minds of children by unfamiliar worrid
and phrases, says the London Dally
News. The writer was lately asked
by a little girl of six or seven to tell
her what "font" meant. Wondering
in what connection she had heard th*
word, "Come, now," he replied, "te'l
me what you think it means." "L
don't know what it's like," returned
the little maid, "but I know it's where
you're vaccinated." "Vaccinated'
What is vaccinated?" The questioner
lalf expected to hear this time a tiny
lecture upon infant baptism, but he
was disappointed. "Oh," came the
reply, "every one ought to he vacci-
nated, it keeps you from being ill."
We were reminded of the above con-
versation by a paragraph in a provin-
cial contemporary which, whether the
incident be real or imaginary, tends
to show that the confuson of thought
involved was not singular in the case
already quoted. "Two small boys
were standing, by a slippery pavement
in one of the inland towns during the
recent frost. One of them ventured to
slide, and by and by, becoming more
courageous he invited his fellow to
join him. "Come on, Billy, and let's
have a slur." Billy hesitated, "How
can I come on? Haven't I been bap-
tized?" "Baptized? What has bein'
baptized to do wi' it?" Billy gave his
companion a scornful glance. "Why
rhe doctor said 1 was to do liothink as
ud hurt my arm, an' I might fall
Comrades in Misfortune.
At the Whitefriars' club in London,
recently, the members met to greet
John Murray, the veteran publisher,
as their guest, and to discuss the com-
plicated subject of the relations of
"Author, Agent and Publisher." Theru
was a good deal of chaff during the
discussion and G. B. Burgin, the
writer, told a story which turned out
differently from what hig audience ex-
pected. Two sfiivering, hOrtgryt
wretched outcasts met one cold win-
ter's night outside the residence of a
wealthy literary agent. There was a
strip of crimson carpet on the pave-
ment and carriages thundered up to
the curb in "profligate profusion."
Then royalty descended and went in
to dine with the literary agent. "Who
are you?" asked the first outcast of
the other; "I seem to know your
face." "I was an author—once," bit-
terly replied the other. "Who are
you? I've seen you before." "I was a
publisher—once," said the first out-
cast. Then they recognized one an-
other, and, moved by the common
impulse of brotherhood, turned round
and shook their fists at the house of
the agent. "There," they declared in
unison, "there is the man who helped
us to ruin each other." Then linking
arms, they sorrowfully went away
to the nearest dosshouse.
Fancy Vests and Pneumonia.
"One of the great aids to my prac-
tice," said a physician, who makes a
specialty of throat and iung troubles,
"is the current fashion for fancy waist-
coats. No, I don't mean that there is
anything in the solors that strikes in.
Simply that one man out of three who
puts on a new brilliantly colored waist-
coat is so proud of it and so afraid that
it will not be noticed that he goes
about in raw weather with his coat
and his overcoat unbuttoned and
thrown open just to display it. That's
a fact. I have had several cases of
pneumonia because of it, and from the
number of young men who act as if
their chief object in life were to dis-
play their waistcoats, one may see on
the streets, other doctors fare as well."
A man from the city went to Crook-
ed Creek one day to fish.
He had a split bamboo rod, a $5 reel
and the finest silk line, with an ex-
pensive assortment of hooks, and a
pail of live minnows.
At the same time a man from a
farmhouse not far away went to fish
in the same stream.
He had nothing but a crooked stick
for a fishpole, a piece of common twine
for a line, a rusty hook, and he used
worms for bait .
He sat on a log and let his feet hang
down over the water.
All day long the two men fished.
The city man with the expensive
outfit caught 16 black bass, a ten-
pound catfish and a dozen croppies.
The man with the crooked pole, the
piece of twine, the rusty hook and
the fish worms didn't get a bite.
John D. Rockefeller hasn't got no
points on us. We can get just as drunk
as he can.—Hardman (Teua.) Free
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Everton, H. G. The Record. (Noble, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 13, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 15, 1902, newspaper, May 15, 1902; Noble, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc106226/m1/7/: accessed September 25, 2021), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.