Old King Coal 

 Plays a jolly new role, 

 A jolly new role plays he. 



"Powder and ball 

 Are of na use at all 

 If you can't make steam," says he. 



Old King Coal 

 Plays a jolly new* role, 

 For he is king of the sea! 



The Record. Philadelphia. 



Probably there is no woman who does 

 housework who has not wished many a time 

 for something to take "those horrid stains 

 off her hands." A simple, and it is 

 claimed, effectual means for removing 

 fruit or walnut stains from the fingers is 

 to dip them in strong tea, rubbing them 

 well with a nail brush, and then washing 

 them in warm water. As the time is 

 drawing near when women will be putting 

 up fruit, this is a good item to remember. 



That Spanish fleet is as illusive and 

 i)li;tutom-like as the celebrated "Flying 

 Dutchman" and one is inclined to wonder 

 if there really is such a fleet or whether it 

 is, after all, like the vessel mentioned 

 above, merely a phantom fleet. 



"BLOW, SISTER, BLOW." 



The bugler feminine is a new role for 

 that versatile, sex, but her strains will 

 doubtless be as successful in inspiring pa- 

 triotism as though blown by bearded lips. 

 Mrs. Marguerite Raymond, 35 years old, a 

 teacher of voice culture, a "good shot" 

 and a native of Chicago, is the aspirant 

 for the position of bugler. She has been 

 assigned to Company H, Second Regiment 

 Nebraska National Guard. 



AN EXPLANATION THAT DOESN'T 

 EXPLAIN. 



The Literary Digest tells of attempts 

 made by scientific men to account for the 

 sensation, which nearly all of us have had 

 of having been in a place before, or having 

 had the same experience at some remote 

 period of our lives, though even while it 

 all seems so familiar we know it to be ab- 

 solutely impossible that we ever were in 

 the place before. It is this feeling that 

 has made many give some credance to the 

 theory of pre-existence and may who 

 knows have given rise to the belief in the 

 transmigration of souls. This same idea 

 is beautifully embodied in the verses of 

 Lowell called "Pre-Existence," and other 

 poets have written snatches in this same 

 vein. 



Scientists offer an explanation which 

 seems no more reasonable than the belief 

 that we have lived before. They claim 

 that the human brain is divided into two 

 lobes or halves, which under ordinary cir- 

 cumstances, or rather in their normal con- 

 dition, act simultaneously. Thus you go 

 a place for the first time, and if your brain 

 is performing its functions in a perfectly 

 normal manner both halves of your brain 

 act in unison, or in other words, you think 

 the same thought with both lobes at the 

 same instant. However, these learned 

 men claim, if the lobes do not act normally, 

 if there is the least shade of difference of 

 time in their action, then you. will have 

 that odd, puzzling sensation of having 

 seen this same place or spoken the same 

 words before. Or if we might so express 

 it, one half of the brain "thinks" or re- 

 ceives impressions before the other half, 

 and when you receive them or think them 

 with the other half it gives a sense of fa- 



