A claim of an astounding nature is put forward by a minister whose filed of work lies within the bounds of the city of Glasgow, Scotland. He has discovered a germicide by the application of which he can cure every kind of infectious, loathsome, and incurable disease, even when considered, humanly speaking, hopeless. He has demonstrated to his own satisfaction that hospitals for infectious diseases are totally uncalled for. No operation is needed, according to him, for appendicitis, for example, as it can be perfectly well cured by the germicide. The discoverer of the germicide has published a list of the names of 50 patients, with their addresses, whom he says he has cured, or is in the process of curing, even in some cases, after they had received their "death warrant" from medical practitioners.

She was standing by the mirror. He was buried deep in the sporting page.

"George!"

"Well, well! What is it now?"

"How do you like my new veil?"

"Oh, it is very pretty. Anything else?"

"But how do you know it is pretty? Men don't know anything about veils."

"You are very polite toward our sex. I would have you understand that I have a taste for veils."

"You have a taste for veils?"

"Yes, I have tasted a dozen veils. That is—er—I mean I have—no, yes, I—what in thunderatioin do I mean? I—"

"Stop! Not another falsehood, George Brown! You have been kissing some girl through her veil. You know the taste of veils, eh? You deceiver. I—"

But poor George had fled.

There are ardent believers in the Rooseveltian doctrine anent race suicide in the neighborhood of Volin, a little town not far from Yankton. Within ten miles of each other to the north and east of the town fourteen pairs of twins have arrived within the past six months. Three pairs came to bless various members of the Burke family, while others who have been similarly favored by the stork are the families of the Messrs. Dixon, Wright, Dahl, Hillery, Hoxeng, A. Peterson, Ole Peterson, Snow, Semsly, Skep, Lien and Haffner. All the twins are lusty and thriving youngsters and their parents are as proud as it is possible for parents to be. The citizens of Volin have set afoot a movement to have a group picture of the twenty eight youngsters taken and forwarded to President Roosevelt as an evidence of the way in which South Dakotans respond to his wishes.

Many of the Indian students shortly after their arrival at Haskel institute ask Sup. Peairs to change their names, as the English translation is often ridiculous and a source of constant humiliation to its bearer, says the Lawrence (Kan.) Journal. Many of the musical sounding names of the various tribes are utterly silly when translated to a different tongue.

Strike-in-the-Face, Feather-in-His-Hat, Tobacco-in-His-Pipe and Hears-With-His-Ears are good illustrations, and it is no wonder that indignant young Indians sometimes object.

The question of Indian nomenclature is getting ot be a serious one with the department on account of the promiscuous changes made by the Indians in their names. When the Indian enters the school he is give na school name which is usually a translation of his Indian name unless the former is too ridiculous. The name he usually retains all his life in spite of the fact that he holds his allotted lands in another name probably spelled in five hyphenated syllables.

The trouble of the department along this line are also increased by the fact that no two members of the same family keep the family name.

The department has awakened to the fact on account of the indifferent attention given by the Indians to the naming of their children there will be serious complications in a few years when the settling of large estates becomes necessary on account of each of the founders of the families. Legal disputes over relationships and inheritance are already becoming numerous and the mix-up over the inherited lands of the Indians will be a very serious problem the department will be forced to face in the near future.

Although no legislation to the effect has taken place, a strenuous effort is being made at he present time to make the children oof one family all retain the family name.

See to it, good farmer friend, that your wife or handy daughter has a kit of tools for her own use.

By a "kit," I mean the very much needed articles of your workshop that she has to use and borrow from your (perhaps forgetting to replace them). For instance: Hammer, gimlet, handsaw (always kept in good trim), a box of mixed nails and screws, screwdriver, and, strange as it may sound, a miter-box and double glue pot.

You will be surprised to find how much of your very valuable time will thus be saved; and you may also be astonished at the amount of good work in carpentering accomplished by the good ladies of your household.

A discarded miter-box and a few feet of molding, left by a busy workman as a donation to the good wife, resulted in a very durable and handsome picture frame that gave great pride to the home manufacturer.

The girl of to-day is beginning to look to cabinet-making and other branches of industry that heretofore where looked upon as the sole domain of her more favored brother. Well, encourage the girls in the use of necessary tools on a farm, writes Kendall Perry, in Farm Journal. Then perhaps we men folks shall have a few less hingeless, knobless doors to look after on a rainy day. Or perhaps we might get the girls to repair a broken fence if the cattle got out when we were away thrashing.

A modification of the common method of using tar on a public highway for the purpose of laying dust is reported from the vicinity of Troy, New York state. The experiment is being tried by State Engineer Van Alstyne, in a village of considerable size. The first step is to sprinkle hot tar on the road, and then to fill up low spots with screenings. When the surface has been well packed by teams, a second application is made. the job is not considered complete, though, until there has been a third coating. Before being used, the tar is boiled to drive off any water it may contain.

This road is much used by automobiles, whose owners found the dust as unpleasant as did the local residents, and consequently two classes of people are watching the experiments carefully. The extraordinary increase everywhere in the number of horseless carriages of late has made the suppression of dust as important to their drivers as to residents along the roads frequented by them. Formerly the man in an automobile did not appreciate what a nuisance this dust was, but now that many cares are running over each good road there is no longer nay tendency to deny that these vehicles are responsible for a somewhat serious action on the surface of the highway, and that steps should be taken ot prevent it, it is not wear in the usual sense of the term, but rather suction, and as its effect can be checked by the same means that are use to lay dust, the importance of these experiments can be readily appreciated.

"The queerest house in the world," said a zoologist, "is undoubtedly the famous Bone cabin of Wyoming, near the Medicine Bow river. This cabin's foundations are built of fossil bones.

"Bones of dinosaurs jaws of the diplodocus, teeth of the brontosaurus, knuckles of the ichthyosaurus, vertebrae of the camarasaurus, chunks of the barasaurus, the cetiosaurus, the brachiosaurus, the stegiosaurus, the orintholestes or bird-catching dinosaur—all entered into this wonderful cabin's foundations, making it the most curious and the most costly edifice, not excepting the Pennsylvania capitol, in America.

"This hut was built by a Mexican sheep-herder, who had happened by chance on the grandest extinct animal bed in the world. This was a plot of about 50 yards square wherein lay in rich profusion the bones of all the animals of the reptilian age. The heaviest and the lightest, the largest and the smallest, the most tranquil and the most ferocious lay side by side.

"The place was evidently once a river bar, and the dead bodies that floated down the stream were here arrested, to lie for hundreds of thousands of years till a sheep-herder came along, and, rooting among the bones as big as boulders, set about the building of the world's queerest cabin."