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-vr i&iuwyz/cfvp ~W; H • i , ' * ' * * . - " " * ' * r " ; > ,t fii** .-»*(i» ,1 'v^' ". "j"-, 1 - • «>*n% 0*9$ • TttE McHENRY \ PLAIXDEALElt*, McHENRY• ™, rt.t. -. • - • ^ J?; / ' •?*•'. '-.,-v^ .*, ' ' JL ii -^r ~ • «t -. A •" .5!. ." . •* •£•.. -i • .':. V * '.; • 4 ** ->'.*t-S' fS,'-j-» .. ^ V?-, . rf*To Change and" Improve United States jj^rV Wplonjatic and Consular Service^ By REPRESENTATIVE JULIUS KAHN of California/ World war has changed entirely our relationship with the rest of the world. Our practically complete isolation of the period from. 1865 to 1898 is gone forever. Whether we like it or not, we an now thrown into the very vortex of world politic*. Therefore the first thing to do, in my opinion^ is to change and improve our diplomatic and consular services. All too frequently in the past appointments to diplomatic posts have been made to reward the large contributors to the campaign fund of the successful candidate for the presidency. Both political parties have been more or leas culpable in this respect. American diplom- •>^y 'or many years was sneeringly referred to in the capitals of the world "•& "shitft-sleeve diplomacy.* fiut, to my mind, the time has come when the diplomatic service, * **" •* the consular service, should offer a career for those Americans who desire to enter those services. i r. > I believe one of the best things we oould do at this time would be tli purchase suitable embassy or legation buildings in practically all of the (Capitals of the world. All too frequently in recent years the buildings ,Tented by some of our diplomats were so excessively costly in rent that . *-man with a modest income felt he oould not well afford to follow his immediate predecessor. The entire system is vicious and ought to be disipmtinued at the earliest possible moment. : V ' i JWSfc The Three Primary Illusions of thp Story, Moving Picture and Novel. Bjr W. L GEORGE, British Novelist. IN:'. • If I were to analyze the old craving: "Tell me a story," as exemplified in the magazine story, on the moving-picture screen, in the novel--and in the folk story, for that matter--I should divide it into three primary illusions. First, there is the illusion of the glorious, bright, beautiful world--the roseate world that one may see only with rose-colored spectacles. It is an escape from the world in which plans do not work out smoothly, situations are not pat, ambitions are frustrated. s s Second, there is the illusion of the world of adventure, in which wings are happening thick and fast, in which men and women are lifted <mt of their ruts into bright new pkths of• stimulation and achievement. And. as this illusion works out in a story, the commonplace reader sees himself in the brawny and handsome hero, and, of course, gallops gloriously through all the adventures. . The third type of illusion is the illusion of humor. It represents the J&ilosophy of the man with a good deal of digested experience, who, finding that things will not go as he pleases, deliberately builds up for his intellectual life a world of cheerful cynicism--a world of laughter and merry doings, in which the blows of real life are softened by a refusal to take them seriously. And the kind of illusion that any persons seeks in fiction ^lep^da, as I see it, upon the ldod .«f treatment he bgp juul f t t a n l i f e . * ^ . M ' V ? , - , •i .% Importance of the Kindergarten as an Americanizing Influence Jy MAJOR BRADLEY MARTIN, Pres't Nat'l Kindergarten AU'n. r< There is one phase of kindergarten education that is particularly Ipport&nt at the present time when the world is filled with unrest, and that is the kindergarten as an Americanizing influence. The kindergarten is obviously the ideal means of Americanizing the family through tile child. The child, through singing patriotic songs and playing games vith other children and receiving moral and ethical instruction, not only learns our language, but also adopts our point of view and becomes a patriotic citizen. ' Through mothers' meetings and home visits the family is assisted by the kindergarten teacher in the difficult task of adapting it- Wlf to the economic and social conditions that it finds in this country. Experience has shown that a standard kindergarten law which pro- Tides that upon a petition of the parents or guardians of not less than £6 children between the ages of 4 and 6, residing within the school district, a kindergarten shall be added to the school, most successfuHy stimulates kindergarten extension. Our association has been instrumental in securing the passage of such laws in four states, and the introduction of similar bills in 16 other states this winter. , When we read, day after day, in the press of crime waves, discon- , 4tont and anarchy, we should realize that the real question is not whether we can afford'to have kindergartens, but whether^,** can afford not to litre them. Women's Jury Service Would Benefit ^ Our Whole System of Justice. By HELEN McCORMICK, Asst District Att'y, Brooklyn, N. T. klo; ft."'..: $<$»' V V' Women should be permitted to serve on juries because their service would benefit our whole system of justice. It is well to emphasize that women in maternity hold a paramount prerogative, but we must face the verities of life- What about the women--and they are many--who cannot hope to exercise the duties of motherhood f 'Art they to be barred from serving the stats in other ways? I do not believe that women should be compelled to do jury duty by Isgislation. I do not believe a mandatory law could be enforced, but I do favor a permissive bill, which would make women eligible for jury service on the same basis ss men, but which would give any woman the .fight to be excused on request, the right to decline because of sex. Women will not be better jurors than men, but they will be quits •s good. Neither sex has a monopoly of intelligence. By permitting women to serve as jurors the material from which juries are formed will he largely increased, ««wi the broader the field at select#* the ater the product. # V:1 1 v . • I*-* V B. 0. Forbes, Forbes Magazine--Almost every fundamental condiin this country is tending toward sound, healthy, solid prosperity. Pastors G. de Lascano, Buenos Aires--I propose a sanitarium for tbe poet w.ho loads the ozone with his hooch-inspired verses and launches insane and ill-sounding vituperation against a state of society which lie hasn't the ability to ennoble. 11 U, Al Biggs, Automobile Manufacturer--People have built their ves around the automobile, bought their homes, selected their vacation oapips and their summer cottages. Businesses have been developed around the touring car and truck as the indispensable vehicle, ; - SMALL GrRL STAYED PANIC Her Insistence That Pat Parrot Should B« Sav*d Gave F*ilew PassSw • t*rs Time t* Reason. •" Kitty Barrett, eight - years eld, shared heroic honors with a pet parrot in a tale of Ore at sea told by passengers landing from the steamship Cartago at Havana. Cuba. The little golden-haired girl, who Is s daughter of Edward Ware Barrett, a newspaper publisher of Birmingham, AUl. refused to enter a lifeboat until she had brought her parrot from her stateroom, and her insistent demand that the bird be rescued calmed something approaching a panic among the passengers and gave the ship's crew a chance to extinguish the^ flames and save the steamer. ~ While steaming along the coast of Panama one night, the Carta go was set on Ore by aa overheated motor. The blase aeeraed to threaten the safety of those on board, and an alarm waft sounded. The passengers gathered ob deck and were ready to enter the boats, when Misa Kitty discovered she had left her parrot behind In her stateroom. She refused to enter the boat until Capt George A. McBride sent for the bird. Frightened men and women paused to laugh at the calmness of the child and her concern over the safety of her pet, and when the steward brought the parrot to the deck, he also announced the Ore had been brought under control by the chief engineer. CAMERA SHOWS UP DEFECTS Why ft Is Generally Necessary That Photograph* «f the Human Pats Be Retouched. Why does a photographer have to retouch his negatives before his customer Is satisfied with the picture? The eye of the camera sees things differently from the human eye, although there are Some lenses that so diffuse the image that the harsh detail Is eliminated. These are the socnlled "soft-focus" lenses, and photographs made with them generally need no extensive retouching. It is the difference in "seeing color" between the lens and the eye that Is largely responsible for retouching. The ruddy complexion, so suggestive of good health, under the relentless eye of the camera may turn Into dark splotches, for red photographs dark. The penetrating blue-violet rays are those chiefly used in photography, and these rays furnish the delicate "modeling" of form. The surface of the skin reflects these rays Into the camera, and all the Irregularities of the skin, such as wrinkles, become more noticeable than when looked at with the human eye. which sees mostly by the red and orange, instead of the blueviolet rays caught by the eye of die camera.--Popular Science Monthly. <..y- Amateur "M&tchm&ke^i > ^ *y GRACB Bio Irrigation Project. ID the state of Washington there Is under way a gigantic irrigation project which is unprecedented. I? Is designed to serve 1,753,000 acres with 20,000 second-feet of water at an outlay of $30,000,000. That Is what has been done by the Columbia basin survey commission with a state appropriation of $100,000. In fact, the project Is unprecedented as a whole as also are some of its elements compared with Irrigation works heretofore executed, while in point of cost and general magnitude It is second to but few public work projects either carried out or planned. The dally capacity of the main canal and other trunk-line conduits is 1.728.000.000 cubic, feet, or 12,275,000,000 gallons, which Is twenty-five times the carrying capacity of the Catsklll aqueduct. Woman Has Done Good Work. Miss Gertrude Bell, the compiler of the Inner history of Mesopotamia, which has been issued by the British government In the form of a white paper, ts regarded as one of the greatest authorities on the Bast. She has an nnusual knowledge of the people, customs, language and political history of Syria, Asia Minor and Arabia, and during the war was attached to the British secret service. At times she vanished for months Into the desert. snd became known as the "Mystery Woman of the War." Qlovee From Interior of Whales. Soft, pliable "kid," that is as strong and durable as Its genuine prototype, from the intestines of the whale; thick sole leather of excellent quality from the lining of the whale's mouth: five or more huge split sides of tough leather from the skin of the beluga, the common dolphin of the north Pacific-- these are only a few of the many revolutionary products obtained from aquatic leather, the manufacture of which has become one of the new Important Industries of the Pacific Northwest, says Popular kfechanlca. Nursing a Grievance. "A number of magazine edltons had a holiday banquet." "1 don't suppose there were any contributors present to spoil the plessure of the evening?" "None was supposed to be present, but the head waiter was s bit offish, having done something In the way of verse and had It rejected."--Birmingham Age-Herald. » Domestic Colloquy. **We can't afford to live In this expensive flat** ' "Well, what are we going to do? We can't afiCord „to hire a moving van. eithsr." •rue to Traditlew. Dog Dealer--Yes, ma'am, this ts s real Boston-bred Boston terrier. Lady--Indeed 1 Dog Dealer--Tea, ma'am. We cooldot get blm to est like the other dogs. He'd nearly starved before we found out we had to say. "dinner Is served* Waldo."--Exchange. Just Once. Harry--Did you ever «eke i nklie speech? George--Yes. just once I made a pro^ouLi to my girl ovsr ' - L • ' ' JL xtat. by MeClw* N«wap*p«r Syndicate) The fye In the grate burned happily, purring away just as if coal didn't cost somewhere around $19 a ton In Kenboro, and Lucile watched the thin blue flames that quivered over the top of the flre like dancing furies. Boger Frear watched her adoringly. They had only been engaged a short time and each day he discovered new and entrancing beauties about his betrothed. He offered her a bright penny on the end of his finger and she flipped it away and turned bright, serious eyes upon him. "I'm thinking about Aunt Barbara," she said. "She's not so old and she Is still sweet and pretty in her own way --and she ought to get married." "Of course she could if she wanted to," agreed Roger, who was in the state of mind where all of Luclle's relatives shone In the girl's reflected glory. "I heard my Uncle Don used to be sweet on Miss Barbara." "Beally?" gasped Lucile, "I believed I was the only one who guessed there was an old attachment between them. I wonder what parted them?" "Perhaps he was scared stiff at the Idea of proposing to a girl, and it died a natural death," said Roger, wise In his own recent experience. "Were you afraid to ask me, Boger?" asked the girl shyly. He shook his handsome head. "You helped me out a bit, you know," he confessed. Lucile stiffened into hauteur and moved to the other end of the old softu "I was unaware that I helped one teeny bit," she protested. "Are you sorry that I didn't discourage you--or refuse you? It is not too late now!" Roger slid along the sofa until his srms went around her proud young form. . "Darling, you were perfect," he said, and she knew he meant It, "but don't let us quarrel over some foolish word, and perhaps be like Miss Barbara and Uncle Don, lonely and unhappy," The girl's face changed to one of eagerness. "You are right, dear, our love is great and we must not fail to measure up to it. How can we help those two old young people to be happy? You really, really believe Mr. Trevor cares yet?" "Seems to, somehow. Barks out something now and then about her being a tine woman, and even said you did not measure up to Miss Barbara's beauty when she was your age--rot like that!" "It's not rot and you know it, Roger Frear! I am proud to look like Aunt Bab and I should love to grow into a sweet middle age like hers. Suppose --you send her a valentine and I'll send hiin one--they might think--you know." "Fine--let us go down to Mr. Potts' shop now." Bundled in furs the lovers walked briskly down the village street to a tiny stationer's Bhop in the center. Mr. Potts' shop had stood there for forty years, and the little old man haC dispensed valentines and writing paper and other stationery to several generations of his fellow townspeople. Lucile a#d Roger found the old stationer all alone amid his depleted stock of valentines. "The choicest have been selected, Mr. Frear," he explained. "Haven't you got any old ones In stock? Not last year's or the year* before that, but twenty or thirty years back--those dear old lace paper things?" asked Lucile with a winning smile. Mr. Potts became thoughtful. "I dessay I have," he admitted. "I don't sell out every year and there's a big box up in the loft here with a hodgepodge of valentines and greeting cards and such; there's cards with silk fringe all around, real beauties!" "Let us see the box," said - Roger. "I'll fetch it down, Mr. Potts." "You'll get considerable dusty," said the old man, "but you're welcome to pull It down. 6o up that ladder In the back room." Presently Lucile snd Roger were poring over cardboard boxes filled with old valentines which had not found a customer. The different layers marked the changes in the taste of the people, but at last they came to the ones they wanted. Delicate and falrylike in structure, with rather stilted verses, the old love missives had a tender appeal. They picked out a dozen, and paid lavishly for them. Mr. Potts was so pleased that be put the remainder on his counter to help out his thinning stock. "Let us go home and each select one to send--I hope the dears will be pleased," chattered Lucile as they paused In front of the shop window to look at the display. "Look here!" whispered Roger as some one entered the shop. Lucile stared at the trim, dignified form of Mr. Donald Trevor approach the counter and poke a gloved finger among the valentines. "He is I He is buying one--that great lace butterfly one--you know Aunt Bab is fond of butterflies!" whispered Lucile. "Oh, Roger--see-- it is Aunt Barbara and she Is going in--" Barbara Near met Mr. Trevor in the middle of the shop and there was a moment's hesitation, and then a little formal greeting, which seemed to melt at once, for Mr. Trevor displayed the valentine he had bought. Barbara blushed as he showed her the address on the envelope and she suddenly snatched the envelope and hugged It close to her heart. Donald stared incredulously, and then with a defiant glance at Mr. Potts, he tucked Barbara's hand under his arm and marched out of the store. The matchmakers fled down the street and landed breathlessly at either end of the sofa in the library. "They won't want our valentines now," sighed Lucile happily. "Let us send 'em to each other," declared Roger. "You can see It's never too late to send a valentine !" NOT REALLY "DUMB" ANIMAL omffere ondThere N^w Ain't Nature Just Perfectly Grand? MKT NATURE WOWOtRE What Is Called Instinct in Horss Closely Aldn to Intelligence in the Human Racs. As proof of the rare Intelligence of a horse, I wish to relate an incident which occurred during the last winter, and which, I am sure, made a lasting impression upon the minds of every passerby who witnessed it. The day was an extremely cold one, and the streets of the city were covered with thick layers of ice. One street in particular presented a very dangerous appearance. The children were continually drawing their sleds back and forth upon Its Icy surface, and It wss ss smooth and polished as a mirror. It was late In the afternoon when a horse, drawing a coal cart, which was plied high with coal, started to make his way down the slippery surface of the street. He was making such slow progress that the colored driver climbed down from his seat and tried to aid him. In order to do this the driver had to grasp the rein and walk almost In front of him, coaxing and encouraging him to go a little further. They had almost reached the foot of the slippery incline when the driver's foot slipped, and he fell to the ground, rolling almost in front of the horse. The horse raised a front foot, ready to make another start down the street. The pedestrians, myself included, watched with abated breath, too much frightened to shout to the horse, and all fearing the worst. The horse's foot was lowered until It touched the limb of the driver. As the hoof touched the bags which were bound around the driver's limb tho horse gazed at the man in a curious manner as though he knew that something had gone wrong. He Immediately raised his foot from the limb of the fallen man and carefully stepped over to avoid any injury. By this time several of the pedes, trlang had regained their breath and some one called to the driver to roll out of the way of the horse, which *lie did very quickly. When he managed to rise from the ground he made his way to the horse and was patting and petting him when I started on my way homeward.* Now, If this horse had been ss dumb as some persons think him, would he have beetn intelligent enough to save from injury the hard-working colored driver? He sensed the danger as soon as his hard hoof touched the', soft burlap bags, andv he had horse sense enough to know "that he should tread upon the hard surface of the icy street. Could you reallV call such an animal dumb?--Bertha M. Tribull In Our Dumb Animals. NATCHEZ, MISS.--The famous blnlhunting hog owned by Tucker Gibson, widely known Louisiana huntsman, has suffered "nervous prostration" and is in a serious condition, according to its owner, who recently brought the hog here to train for the Springfield trials. Mr. Gibson returned from a trip and found the porker had located some quaii In a' cagy and hud been "pointing" them continuously for three days and nights. MIAMI, FLA.--Scientists and deepwater fishermen here are puzzkd over the finding of a huge sea monster oft Soldiers' key, a few miles south of Miami, which they are unable to name. The body of the creature was found three weeks ago by Elmer E. Garretson of Huntington, L. L, who towed part of the skull to Miami. The part is fifteen feet long and seven feet wi<i*> and weighs three*tons. Mr. Garretson said be did not know how long the monster was, but he saw as much as eighty feet of it." Sharks were devouring the flesh when he found it. GREENSBORO, ALA.--An extraordinary friendship exists between a gander anil a blind ox on the farm of Braxton Holcroft. Each day a stately gander leads an aged and blind ox to a pond for water and makes him drink. When the ox has finished the gander leads him back. CORNWALL, VT. -- Ornithologists are endeavoring to determine the species of a strange bird that descended in the barnyard of Mrs. F. D. Manchester, wooed a Plymouth Rock hen and was slain in a duel with a jealou* rooster. The intruder was gray, about the size of a duck, had a long, red beak and such short legs that it waddled with difficulty. Its feet were webbed and in fighting It used Its bill like s rapier. + Old Wives for New, Pennsylvania Style English ss It Is 8poken. in s town in Pennsylvania, which bossts of Its "Pennsylvania Dutch" extraction, there lives a man who has long run a tavern. There was a time when the tavern was a success financially, but national prohibition reduced the profits. Recently an old-time neighbor visited the old home town and, after greeting his friend at the tavern, said, "Well, Sam, how is business?" Sam very mournfully replied. "Well, Bob, she ain't what she was," and, after scratching his head thoughtfully for a moment, continued, "aWI she won't be what she is." NKW CASTLE, Pa.--Neighbors of Mr. and Mrs. Albsrt T. White told the authorities that Mrs. White vanished December 23 after she and her husband had motored away in a elosed car. Two days later ariother woman was seen at liis home. Investigation disclosed she was Mrs. Mamie Longstreet. s divorcee, whom he had married In Pittsburgh. He exonerated Mrs. Longstreet. He liad represented himself to her as a widower, he said. He refused to talk further until he was Informed he would never be released until Mrs. White was found. He then said: "We didn't get along well, so we decided to part. I had met Mrs. Longstreet snd was in love with her. I told my wife about it. I then proponed the payment of $1,000 if she would go to Chicago and live for a year under an assumed name. At the expiration of that period she wes to be fl'ee to do as she pleased. She planned to return here and live with her daughter, Mrs. Charles Wilson, on a farm. I gave her the $1,000 and ssw her sew $800 of It ^ her clothes. I took her in my automobile to a station. where she wss to board s train for Chicago. That was the last time I saw her. I am confident sh& Is in Chicago " Now the body of Mrs. White has been fouud under s mass of hay in an old barn in wtrtch her husband formerly kept his horse. Alfred White, the husband, being held on a charge of bigamy, was rushed to Pittsburgh, ss the authorities feared for his safety. The coroner's physician said death was caused by blows upon the head. He added that there were finger prints on the throat. The coroner said that a charge of killing the woman sreald be lodged against White. Why, Here's a*Chip of the Old Block ATLANTA, UA.--Mrs. F. A. south, age fifty-two, of Atlanta, Ga.. has admitted that the eleven children she presented to her husband during the last fifteen years were not her own, but secured by her from a maternity hospital. On January 1 she added a set of triplet girls to her brood and this startling fact at her age brought on an investigation and the discovery of how she had fooled her husband and her friends. The husband has forgiven her, consented to keep six of the children as his own. and had the last three returned to th£ maternity home. Two of the chlldreu secured In this way have died. As an outgrowth of this rscnarkable case comes the equally remarkable case of the woman's daughter, Mrs. William H. Swat a of Jacksonville. She has admitted to the Georgia board of public welfare that she obtained five children from the same maternity hospital in Atlanta and presented them to her husband as her own. "Yes," said Mrs, South, "it's * every bit true, and it's another story of mother love; my daughter grew tired of lavishing her ^options on a house full of poodle dogs, and I helped her to secretly obtain her babies and give 'birth' to them in my home." Mrs. Swain is the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. South, and now Is thirtyfive years old, just seventeen years younger than her mother. In 1900 she was married to George Pew, a machinist of Richmond, Va. She secured a dtvbrce after four years snd married William H. Swain of Jacksonville. Their married life was happy. But two years passed and no children came. "Like myself, she had a great deal re for children," said Mrs. South. "Bat through it all she loved her husband devotedly--just as I love mine." Waiting for a Message From die Dead Candlemas Day. The Romans had a day of purlflration. and in the course of time the second day of February was called the feast of the purification or presentation of Christ in the temple. At the Reformation the ceremonies of Candlemas day were not reduced sll at once. Henry VIII proclaimed thst "On Candlemas day it shall be declared that the bear'ng of candles Is done In memory of Christ the spiritual light whom Simon did prophesy, as it is read in the church that day." Held Hospitality Sacrsd. TO the Luhrish tribesmen of Persia, hospitality is not merely a pleasant thing--it is almost a religious rite. When one who Is marked for honor approaches a village, the first man he meets is destinSd to be his host That is, the honor of entertaining the stranger falls upon the "first man the nowcomer meets, unless he has come to the village to visit an old friend. So highly is the duty of entertainment considered that there are certain prescribed bounds of hospitality which aie fought for if It seems they are likely to be violated. For Instance, ahould a guest for any reason accept an invitation from another and leave the home of the first host a blood feud would spring up over the right to have him as a guest "Coat Plus" In Peru. An Tftuminating story is told of the ptesent leading hotel In Lima, Peru. An American who had secured a rpom with bath at double the?8sual rate discovered that the water system would cot work. He went down to the desk and complained. "So," the clerk admltted. "After we put the tub In there, we found that the city's water pressure was not sufficient to pump water to the third floor." "That's all right," protested the American. "But you call It a room with bath, and you charge mt) double for the bath." "Certainly," said the clerk. "LOok at our trouble and expense In putting the tub la t|#«^V-Leslie's. V Plsnt Puzzlss Scientists. The investigating scientist In plant life Is seeking to learn why the silver •word plant is found in only two places In the world,, one on the high slopes of the Himalaya mountains, the other near the extinct volcano on the island or Maul. Hawaii. The plant is similar to the Spanish bayonet and gets its name from the bright color of its leaves. •till s Child, ss It Wsra. John hated to go out with his little sister. One day we went to his auntie's house, and she asked him why hs didn't bring Clara along. "She's too young to go with fellows," sskl John. DETROIT.--To strike the "biinderof unfalth" from the eyes of f<rnale "doubting Thomas," Pro Thomas I<ynn Bradford sacrificed his life through sulcidje by gas. It was Mrs. ltufh Dorap, social service worker, magazine writer and "psychic." whose faith the 'woman-hating" widower of forty-eight died to confirm. He killed himself to prove tiiat tl dead can communicate with the llvin Now spiritualists and psychic studen-- here are endeavoring to accelerate the return of his spirit. Mrs. Doran sits at Intervals in the parlor of her home waiting. In other homes throughout the city believers In spiritualism \are Concentrating, updn Bradford. The Rev. Thomas Grimshaw. pastor First Spiritualist temple; the Rev. Edwin W. Sprague. pastor emeritus of the temple, and the Rev. Madeline* Meissner, pastor Psychic Research society, have urged their followers to Join the concentration and aid Mrs. Doran. / "I do not expect a message from Professor Bradford." Doctor Grimshaw said. "I do not engage In this sdventwe as a spiritualist or even as a psychic;* Mrs. Doran said. "Thursday night I began a two weeks' vigil. The first two nights were encouraging. I did not hear from the professor, but 1 did feel an influence^ an indescribable, almost weird senss* tion. I felt his spirit was hovering. ' "I really should like to believe in such things if I could. I think it might be a great boon if communication between the dead and living could he verified or established." Fifty-fifty W'en de Rent Come Hotm9 0 ! 91 nM DENVER.--If one husband says "moveand another husband "don't!' whatja goin' to do when he rent comes round? That was Blanche Watklns' dilemma. "Y'see, Judge," said Blanche, on the witness stand at Police court "it's this way, Mr. Watklns, he says. 'Blanche. I has completely decided that yon should move off en Welton street somewhere to more quietness.' and I says, that suits me, Bert. 1*11 move/ "Well, judge. y*honor. I goes to pack up tny clothes and Ben Fllamath he cornea snd he says: ~ 'Blanche, what all means thisT snd 1 says, 'Ben. 1 guess I've gotta move to some place more quieter.' and he says, 'nothin' tiolnV so I says, 'all right. Ben. if you says thst I don't, then 1 don't, tint's all.' "So. judge, y'honor, while 1 was trying to deeide what to do Ben and Bert got together and Ben says as h<-vr Bert is a no-good rascal and Bert says Beu Is a 'sticky-finger.' and then Mr. Bert Watklns, he Idts Mr. Ben FUamath amfeMr. Ben Filamath be hits back, and the first thing I knows along comes the law, snd hers I am jadfR, y'honor. and how am 1 gota* to pay my rent?" "But who la Mr. Bert Watklns, that he should tell you to move?" asks* Judge Bray. "He's my husband." said Blanche. •Then who is Mr. Ben Filamath?* •Well." snld Blanche. "Mr. Ben »Ua» math, he'* my former husband, and Mr. Watklns Is my present hu«ban^> hat I likes hnth Jwrt the - . "Then both caa ^Mt aa the ruled the court.