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[Sept. io, 1898. 
Philadelphia Trap-Shooters' League, 
Philadelphia, Aug. 27.— The grounds of the Silver Lake Gun 
Club, Point House Road, were the scene of the sixth monthly team 
match of the Philadelphia Trap-Shooters' League. Mr. Scheetz 
and Mr. Van Nort looted after the clerical duties. 
Team match. 25 targets and handicap, known angles; 
Southwark, 1C9. 
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STANDING OF THE CLUBS. 
The following shows the number of points Weill 
matches: 
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Independent * 
Silver Lake w 
Roxborough r. 072 
Washington £ 
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Parker third with .900 per cent. 
Confabulations of the Cadi. — III. 
THE MYSTERY OF THE COCOANUT. 
The day had been so rainy that none of the woodpile court 
'tad put in an appearance excepting the two reliables, Moke and 
Ephraim, whose afternoon thirst and craving for wisdom always 
'.mpelled them to brave heat or cold, calm or storm, to the end 
that they might enjoy the improving society of the Cadi. As 
night came, the rain fell so heavily that the good Cadi would 
not permit his friends to depart. They talked and talked and 
giggled and laughed to such a degree that Hopie Jane could not 
get in a word edgewise in the conversation, so she herded the 
children together early and led them all to the sweet balm of 
dreamland. As she left the room the Cadi remarked that a 
woman must talk or perish, and this notwithstanding that the men 
had been doing all the talking themselves. At midnight there was 
no cessation in the friendly communion. 
"Speaking of cocoanuts," said the Cadi, "can you tell me the 
answer to that old, old problem which requires an explanation 
of how the milk is in the cocoanut?" 
"As for me, I don't profess to know anything about a cocoanut," 
replied Moke. 'T don't even know how it happened to be a 
cocoanut instead of a cucumber or a potato. I don't even know 
how there was a shell put on the outside purposely to hold the 
milk. Why was it put there, good Cadi?" 
"One thing at a time, good friend," said the Cadi, with a serious 
air. "On these great speculative subjects none but the greatest 
minds should ponder. But, dropping the cocoanut for the present, 
I. will give you a useful problem in arithmetic, which is more 
within your powers of thought, namely: Suppose that a fellow 
goes to a shoot with 100 cartridges, and before the shoot is 
i ver he shoots 200 cartridges, and doesn't buy any in the mean- 
time—required the answer." 
"See here, Cadi," said Moke, hotly, "I didn't come here to be 
insulted by you nor any one else. If you think that I steal 
cartridges at our shoots, and that that explains how the milk is 
m the cocoanut, be man enough to say so, and don't east any 
cowardly insinuations. Speak out plainly. You are a bigger man 
than I am, but whether you are a better one or not we may have 
to try in a manner that is not speculative, and on which a very 
common mind may ponder. Stealing! The idea." 
"You astonish and grieve me, Moke," replied the Cadi, kindly. 
"If you will again consider what 1 said, you will note that I did 
not say a single word about stealing. I was not thinking of such 
a thing. Don't make a mistake about the subject, Moke. 1 
have first and last seen a few fellows who a few times came to a 
shoot with a few cartridges, and who shot a few more than they 
brought. Merely as a problem in arithmetic, a pure matter of 
figures, I wondered how they did it. I had no particular person 
in mind, good Moke. If you ever took any cartridges belonging 
to the other fellow, I am sure that it was through a mistake." 
"Of course, of course! You're right, wise Cadi, and you are a 
true sportsman too, for the real sportsman is always properly 
euphemistic. I ant quicker to notice some things too than is 
becoming to an innocent man. All shells look alike to me, and 
in my fits of abstraction I may have taken some now and then 
which did not belong to me; but I assure you it was done 
through a mistake. Some people who are a heap better than I 
<im— in their minds— make mistakes too; isn't that so, Ephraim?" 
"Let them as the coat fits wear it," replied that worthy, senten- 
tiously, 
"Tut-tut! fie-fie!" said the peaceful Cadi. "You must not get 
personal over a simple question in arithmetic." 
THE DIFFERENTIATION OF THE TWEEDLES. 
There was a silence for a long while, each of the woodpile philos- 
ophers puffing away at his pipe, with no thought of the morrow. 
The good Cadi filled up the tin cups with cider, and after each 
one had modestly moistened his lips with about a pint the Cadi 
said without any preface: "The difference between tweedle dum 
and t weedle dec Jias been given a great deal of thought by philos- 
ophers, for it is a matter of infinite difficulty to make the proper 
equation. There are a great number of people, however, who can 
point out. the tweedle dums of their neighbors who cannot see 
the tweedle dees of their own." 
"F'rmstance," queried both listeners together. 
"Well, referring to the remark which Moke made a moment 
ago concerning mistakes, there are different degrees of taking 
what does not belong to one. Let us consider but one feature of 
our club shoots, that embodied in the rule 'no bang, no bird.' 
The rule is not intended to give the shooter any privileges in re- 
fusing lawful targets. You know of course that it was framed to 
overlook real oversights or lapses on the part of the shooters, there- 
by making ordinary club shoots more pleasant and enjoyable 
to all concerned; for if the regular tournament rules were en- 
forced on amateurs who are not thoroughly schooled in them, or 
the discipline made too rigid for all, it would detract greatly from 
the pleasure of our informal shoots, besides being unnecessary. 
Thus, when a shooter forgets to push up his safety, or to cock 
his gun, or to load it, or pulls the wrong trigger, or flinches or 
fudges, such mistakes or lapses are deemed to be excusable, as 
/ they are extraneous things in a way which balk the shooter. 
This rule, however, was never intended to tolerate the abuse 
which is sometimes permitted when a shooter takes a premedi- 
tated advantage of h in refusing targets which do not take the 
flight which he fancies. Such is not a lawful means to secure 
easy targets. I have seen shooters who would scorn to appro- 
priate the other fellows' shells, yet who would not hesitate to 
refuse a target which they found difficult to negotiate, or one 
which had a flight which was difficult, perhaps artfully pretending 
that their safety was not pushed up, etc., or even cheekily re- 
fusing two or three targets in succession without any pretext 
whatever, till one came that was easy. Such tactics are a great 
advantage over the shooters who shoot fair, as they add more or 
less to the offending shooter's score in every event. Taking 
an unfair advantage and taking shells by mistake may have ma- 
terial results which are much alike, except that undeserved honors 
may be added to the former. Herein is whtre the tweedle dum 
and the tweedle dee come in. Fair play and no favor should be our 
motto. What do you say, Ephraim?" 
"See here, Cadi," said Ephraim, turning very red, "you need not 
look at me in that kind of way. 'No bang, no bird,' means just 
what it says, and if I want to pick out an easy target now and 
then, I consider it my own business. What do you say, Moke?" 
"I say, 'Let them as the coat fits wear it,' " and Moke chuckled 
as one who had canceled his obligations. 
THE WONDERS OF MEMORY. 
Thereafter the sage and illustrious Cadi and his friends sat in 
silence for a. long time, as becometh philosophers, puffing away at 
their pipes, which were well filled with fragrant plug tobacco 
of the kind designed to give the greatest bulk for the smallest 
sum which was consistent with sales on credit. At length the 
Cadi gave a few vigorous puffs so that there might be a fiercer 
glow to keep the pipe going while he unwound a few pearls of 
wisdom, and without looking at any one he remarked: "Strange, 
isn't it?" 
"Isn't it what?" queried Ephraim, who was preoccupied, calcu- 
lating when the Cadi would refill the empty pitcher. 
"I was thinking that the mystery of the milk in the cocoanut 
is a dry and uninteresting subject when compared with the won 
ders of the human mind. The mind is a wonder of wonders. A 
thought is sometimes as quick as lightning, or as slow as mo- 
lasses in January, and this too all on one and the same subject. 
But that's a paradox, and there's only a few of us philosophers 
who understand^ a paradox, and some of us not very clearly 
at that," murmured the Cadi, as he proceeded to pull off his heavy 
boots, rubbing his feet and grinning painfully sidewise in the 
anguish which goes with corns and hot weather. 
"I don't understand what you're talking about, - ' said Moke, 
frankly. 
"Perpend," said the Cadi. "Let me illustrate by an actual 
case between ourselves. I bet 10 cents with you in a sweep at 
the last club shoot before you amateurs barred me. Yes. Well, 
you beat me, and the last gun was hardly fired when you came 
a-running with open, outstretched hand, and demanded your 
10 cents. Now, I don't care a picayune for the 10 cents, but I 
find it an excellent circumstance to illustrate how rapidly the 
human mind will act. Then in the next sweep we bet 10 cents 
again, and I won. Your mind ceased acting. I have since un- 
availingly given you many hints and expectant looks betimes, and 
there is where the simile to the molasses in January comes in. 
That quickness and that slowness I consider one of the wonders 
of the human mind." 
"Here's your old dime," sputtered Moke, as he handed out the 
coin with an ill grace. "Take it, and I'll never make a bet 
with you again!" 
"No, keep it, Moke," said the Cadi, graciously and kindly. "I 
was only considering the matter from the standpoint of philos- 
ophy, and besides you are my guest, all of which hold collections 
in strict abeyance." 
Ephraim spoke up eagerly: "Give it to me, Moke, and then you and 
I will be square on our last shoot." 
"I thought that you liked to shoot simply for sport and not 
for money," retorted Moke. 
"So I do," Ephraim admitted. 
"In that case the money doesn't make any difference to you, 
so I'll put it in my own pocket," and he suited the action to the 
word. 
SWEET BELLS OUT OF TUNE. 
The conversation was interrupted by a furious thumping on the 
wall, as the angry voice of Hopie Jane in the next room was 
heard in squeaky soprano calling, "Cadi! Cadi! will you ever stop 
that gabble, gabble about nothing with every vagabond that will 
sit up all night and listen to you? It's morning now, and us 
folks that work hard all day want to sleep, and them as don't work 
hain't so particular, and needn't to be. Go to bed. You hear my 
horn." 
The two visitors looked hard at the Cadi, as if they expected 
him to assert his authority as lord of the castle and host to his 
guests, but the good and wise man only raised his forefinger, en- 
joining silence, then walked on tiptoe over to them, keeping His 
eyes apprehensively on the door meanwhile, he whispered: "We'd 
better go to bed right away. Keep quiet now!" he commanded. 
Moke was disposed to be facetious, and was fixing his 
mouth to speak, when the Cadi put one hand over it firmly, took 
him by the collar with the other and led him out of doors. Re- 
turning for the lamp, he showed them to a cabin which he called 
the lodge, and which was some yards from the house, Once in- 
side the lodge, and the danger being past, the Cadi breathed freer. 
Intending now to be a bit malicious under the guise of jesting, 
Moke said: "Cadi, are you afraid of Plopie Jane?" 
"Discretion is sometimes mistaken for fear, good Moke," re- 
plied the Cadi. "Women are curious critters. When Hopie 
Jane once gets started she begins away back at the first grievance she 
ever had against me and enumerates them all from A to Z, every- 
one with a damaging inference or accusation, and yet Hopie Jane 
is the sweetest little woman in the world, and makes a living 
for me as few women could; but she has spells now and then 
when her tongue gets a-running like an eight-day clock, and it 
only stops when it's run down. You never would dream what a 
villain I am till beloved Plopie Jane tells a million or two of par- 
ticulars. It's marvellous too what a memory that woman has in 
respect to her wrongs. Even when we are peaceful and happy 
for weeks she is secretly keeping tab on me, putting an ill con- 
struction on things wnich she does not understand, and, when it 
comes to a time that she is angry, she goes over the old list, which 
I have heard a thousand times, then in due time she adds a 
hundred more new particulars of which I never had the least 
knowledge. Then she weeps and pities herself for an hour, then 
finishes by telling me that she didn't mean a word of it, and that 
I am a silly old thing to take any notice of it at all — so you will 
understand why discretion and good sense so often -go together in 
keeping under cover when the storm threatens." 
"That's about the way my wife treats me, only the description 
could be made a little stronger on some points," said Ephraim, 
soberly. 
"Mine too," said Moke. 
"I presume that all wives are much alike," said the good Cadi. 
"Good night." 
"Good night," his guests responded. 
The door had hardly closed on the disappearing form of the 
Cadi when a loud whack was heard, as if the good man had re- 
ceived a blow across his back with a pine board. Immediately 
the angry voice of Hopie Jane was heard in angry, high tones, say- 
ing, "All wives are alike, hey !"— whack-whack — "eight-day clock, hey!" 
—whack — "discretion and good sense, hey!" — whack — "I'll show you 
how the milk got into the cocoanut!" — whack-whack — "and the 
difference between tweedle dee and tweedle dum!" — whack, whack, 
whack — and the door slammed as they entered the house, after 
which there was a confused sound of scolding and pleading for a 
few minutes, till the children commenced bawling in concert, 
whereupon the greater noise drowned the lesser. 
"I fear that our good friend timed his discretion a little too late 
for the best results," said Moke, seriously. 
"However that may be, I have come to believe in the last few 
minutes that all wives are not exactly alike," ventured Ephraim. 
"Wives be hanged," said Moke, gruffly. "Whether we will find 
the Cadi alive or dead in tfce morning is what worries me. The 
best that we can expect is that he had only an arm knocked off, 
or had his back stove in. In any case, it's time to stop talking," 
and then they laid themselves down on the downy corncob bed 
to sour and broken slumbers. Bernard Waters. 
