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r— LAGOON SHARKS. trance with his unwieldy body. To 
| get out now was impossible, for 
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Successor to 
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Ladies’ ‘Tailor 
Importer 
and Designer 
“{I respectfully solicit your  pat- 
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A large Assortment of latest 
FALL and WINTER 
NOVELTIES. 
Mr. McMillan was formerly with E. M. Wil- 
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163 Cabot street, BEVERLY 
Telephone 107-1 
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B@s"Perhaps you want a POSITION for the 
summer as GARDENER, or COACHMAN, 
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wish is to patronize the 
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-selves. 
Aitutaki Islanders Catch Them by the 
Tails With a Lasso, 
The island of Aitutaki, one of 
the Hervey group, in the Pacific, is 
surrounded by islets underneath 
which are submarine caverns, the 
home of sharks. The natives classi- 
Ity them as lagoon sharks, which are 
quite ferocious at times and spare 
nothing they can seize. The lagoon 
shark, about six feet long, is es- 
teemed a delicacy, and the natives 
supply their feasts with the tooth- 
some dish by a remarkable style of 
fishing. 
Arrived over the entrance to the 
shark cave, the fisherman leaves his 
canoe to the care of his compan- 
ions and dives to. the bottom, car- 
rying with him a slipknot of strong 
cord. He expects to find two or 
three sharks at home, well satisfied 
and drowsy after feeding in the 
lagoon, with their tails toward the 
entrance. Selecting the largest, the 
diver adroitly adjusts a noose over 
the tail, taking care that it hangs 
loosely. If he has another noose 
he secures a second shark. 
The shark catcher now, with one 
’ bound on the white, sandy bottom, 
rises to the surface in order to as- 
sist his friends in hauling up the 
fish. The astonished sleepers be- 
neath suddenly find themselves as- 
cending tails first to the surface. 
Once inside the canoe a smart blow 
from an ax between the eyes or on 
the nose ends the career of the fish. 
One of the most successful shark 
catchers at Aitutaki was Reubena. 
Long practice had made him almost 
amphibious. One morning he start- 
ed off with two companions to one 
of the more distant islets. 
On entering it Reubena found 
several sharks lazily resting them- 
In a trice a slipknot was 
skillfully passed over the tail of the 
nearest shark without exciting its 
ire. The shark at this critical junc- 
ture moved so that there was not 
room enough for Reubena to get 
out. 
He gently stroked the side of the 
shark and succeeded in inducing it 
to move away so as to permit his 
exit. This operation is said to be 
very agreeable to the fish, but if 
through nervousness the shark be 
stroked the wrong way its anger is 
sure to be excited and the diver’s 
life would be the certain forfeit. 
Reubena was making his escape 
when, to his dismay, another large 
shark came back from feeding in 
the lagoon and blocked up the en- 
even Reubena dared not stroke the 
head of the monster. 
The captive fisherman waited, - 
hoping the shark would go farther 
in so as to leave the opening free. 
The huge fish did not move. Reu- 
bena’s agony became intense. Sec- 
onds seemed to be hours. At last 
the shark passed on quietly into the 
interior, and Reubena was barely 
able to get out of the cave and rise 
to the surface. His associates in 
the canoe, who had become anxious 
for his safety, seized him by the 
hair and pulled him in, blood flow- 
ing from his ears, eyes and nostrils, 
—Philadelphia North American. 
Getting at the Facts. 
A shrewd old Vermont farmer 
went into a lawyer’s office the other 
day and proceeded to relate the cir- 
cumstances in a matter about which 
he thought it would be profitable to 
“go to law.” 
“You think I hev got a good 
case ?” he finally asked. 
“Very good indeed,” the lawyer 
assured him. “You should certain- 
ly bring suit.” 
“What would your fee be fer the 
whole thing?” the old farmer asked. 
“Fifty dollars,’ was the prompt 
response. 
The client pulled out an old wal- 
let, extracted a roll of bills and 
counted out $50. 
“Now,” he said, “you hey got all 
you would get out of this case any- 
how, so s’pose you tell me honestly 
just what you think my chances of — 
winnin’ a suit are.” . 
Jolts For Mr. Graytop. 
“TI feel young,” said Mr. Graytop, — 
“and fondly I fancy that I look 
young, but every now and then I 
get a jolt. 
“As when sometimes a young ~ 
man in a car gets up and offers me © 
his seat. 
“Or when some well meaning © 
young truck driver holds up for me ~ 
on a crossing and looks down and — 
swings his head and says, ‘Go © 
ahead, old man!’ 
“But the worst came today when, 
in my own street, a young Italian as 
I was passing looked down upon me 
from the lofty summit of a load of 
waste paper he was stacking on a 
wagon standing by the curb and — 
said: 
“ “What time, papa?’ 
“T told him, and he thanked me 
politely—but really!’—New York 
Sun. 
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