236 pias RECREATION. 
beans, and potatoes. If such a diet is in- 
troduced in the proper proportions the 
consumer necessarily can do better work, 
all things being equal, than the meat eat- 
ers. No more striking proof of the truth 
of this can be cited than the results of a 
70 mile foot race which took place be- 
tween 1I4 meat eaters and several men 
who were not meat eaters, eventuating in 
all the latter finishing and but one of the 
meat eaters reaching the goal. He ar- 
rived in an exhausted condition, one hour 
after the last vegetarian! The conditions 
and number of entries in each case were 
such as to rule out any chance element, 
and the conclusion was such as to show 
that where strength and long power 
of endurance are required the meat eaters 
are not in it. The day is fast approach- 
ing when the athlete will be deprived of 
aoe and all present records will be bro- 
en. 

RENOVATED BUTTER. 
The good housewife is, probably, not 
aware of the fact that much of the “cream- 
ery butter” offered for sale by grocers, 
dairymen, et al. is nothing but the reno- 
vated remnants and scrapings from hotel 
tables, firkins, butter-jars, etc. Yet such 
is the .case. Even as old carpets, old 
mattresses, old feathers, yield to the magi- 
cal touch of the renovator, just so does old 
butter come forth as the sweet, fresh, new 
product. Not long since I visited the 
establishment of a butver-renovator, and, 
though the process of renovation was not 
shown me, the stuff called butter was, 
both “before and after taking.” There 
was white butter, yellow butter, green 
butter; butter with a grain as coarse, al- 
most as No. 2 sandpaper, and butter with 
no grain at all, looking like axle-grease. 
In fact, I am by no means certain some 
of it was not axle-grease! There was 
butter which smelled like the breath of a 
A weeks’ old drunk, and butter which 
seemed to have been on intimate terms 
with a mephitis Americana. There was 
clean butter, and butter distinctly dirty, in 
which bread crumbs and other detritus 
was plainly observable. Horrible’ stuff! 
These different butters were mixed to- 
gether, and treated to a renovating process 
in which the poison, boracic acid, played 
a prominent and important role. After 
thorough renovation, this famous com- 
pound was put up in pound rolls and label- 
ed “choice creamery”! Tam )elads'to 
see that many of the State Dairy and Food 
Departments are looking into the meth- 
ods of the “butter renovator” with a view 
to confiscating all of this butter that the 
inspectors can find. I should be glad if 
all such mixing troughs could be perma- 
nently closed, 
THE PAINTED CIGAR. 
Strangely enough, most men will silent- 
ly submit to the barefaced and open adul- 
teration of their flours, meals, sugars, etc., 
things necessary for the maintenance of | 
life, but, when it comes to the adultera- 
tion of their luxuries—cigars, beer, cof- 
fee, liquors, etc. —it is a “gray horse of 
another color.” They are very apt to 
howl forth their indignation in no uncer- 
tain language. In fact, spech, that is, 
dignified, co-ordinated diction seems to 
be insufficient. Therefore they revert to 
the primal and fundamental method of 
communication—they become ejaculatory! 
Recently I became acquainted with a 
man who told me some of the secrets of 
the cigar trade. I am indebted to him 
for an introduction to the painted cigar. 
A certain class of smokers prefer the 
Sumatra wrapper, which is very dark and 
glossy. This tobacco is costly, hence the 
manufacturers of cigars use it only for 
their higher priced goods; but, since the 
average customer is unwilling to pay more 
than 5 or 10 cents for his smoke, the mak- 
ers finish off their domestic goods (New 
York leaf, Connecticut filler), with a 
wrapper which has been painted with a 
dark wash. This wash is a trade secret. 
My informant said, however, that one of 
its ingredients was a “deadly poison when 
taken in large doses, and would soon fit a 
man for wearing wings were he to swallow 
it pure and undiluted.” 
The brown or yellow “sun spots” on to- 
bacco are considered an evidence of super- 
fine quality; hence some smokers always 
prefer a spotted cigar. The manufactur- 
ers of cigars have kept up with this fad 
and now “spot” their wrappers artificially. 
An acid is used for this purpose, and the 
manipulators of the spotting-brush become 
so expert that they often surpass old Sol 
himself in turning out “sun-spotted” wrap- 
pers. The sun has little or nothing to 
do with these spots. They are the result 
of a microbe. An expert can tell the ar- 
tificially spotted wrapper at a glance; but 
all smokers are not experts. , E 
Neversweat Nicodemus: “Did you 
ever hear about a princess wot slept a 
hundred years?” 
Tattered Tolliver: “Yes. Wot an ideal 
life she led!—Kansas City Independent. 


“The world is mine,” exclaimed Monte 
Cristo just before the curtain fell. 
“Say, ” yelled a Spaniard from the gal- 
lery, ‘are you the feller they call ‘Uncle 
Sam’?’’—Chicago News. 

Join the L. A. S. The membership fee 
is only $1. Sixty cents of this goes back 
into your own state to be expended there 
in the work of game protection. ‘ 

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