Sensible persons need not fear insanity as a result of motoring. But if automobiling is indulged in to excess the healthiest man may expect to find that by slow degrees his memory will become defective.

Had automobiling been introduced by easy stages, the effect would not have been so detrimental. But as it is, people have plunged into a vortex of terrific speed, and they must pay the penalty.

The temptation to artificial stimulation is almost irresistible to the man who drives a rapid car. This demand for alcohol will not diminish. With its increase the nerves will become less steady and more sensitive to shock. Indeed, many a nervous wreck has already been caused by excessive motoring, combined with alcoholic stimulants.

No intense excitement can be instantly suspended; the nerves will not relax at the man's desire; on the contrary, they call for a higher toning, and alcohol is the only thing left after the motor has ben ru to the garage.

Hospitals and sanitariums will some day find it necessary to make a study of acute neurasthenia and alcoholism resulting directly from motoring. To-day many a man has the motor nerve and doesn't know it.

Danger is an ever present element with motorists. Unconsciously the driver and occupants of the car are kept on the qui vive. Every nerve is tuned to a snapping pitch. Death lurks in the constant skidding in and out among cars, dodging people and suddenly running around a corner to confront another wagon. Such an ordeal is a torture to the nervous system and will certainly impair it.

Few realize the great shock that the nerves receive by the bare missing of an accident. I had almost said that an accident accomplished is safer to the nerves that one just barely averted. Before you looms a wall, wagon or something of the sort; you realize, in a flash of an instant, that this may be your last moment; you brace yourself for the shock; skillfully the chauffeur turns the machine aside, and you skim by. Trembling, quivering in every nerve, you sink back in the seat. No, you are not dead yet, but you are slowly strangling your nerves and shattering your mind.

Business men motor for rest. How mistaken an idea this is, when the speed is high. Their minds may be turned to a different channel, but they are working overtime just the same.

Reckless motoring will surely cause a decrease in the retentive powers of the mind, and memory will thus become impaired. The constant glancing by of objects, the sub-conscious dread of accidents, the manipulation of the machinery, conversation with the rest of the party, and a hundred other things make the automobilist's mind a regular kaleidoscope, and he may soon find that all his thoughts come in as jumbled a state as do the colors in a childish toy.

The word "lobster" as a slang term of ridicule and opprobrium is generally regarded of recent origin. On the contrary, says the Philadelphia Press, it would seem to go back at least to the seventeenth century. In John Baldwin Buckstone's play, "The Green Bushes," produced in London about 70 years ago, the scenes are laid at the time of the Irish rebellion of 1798. One of the characters mentions the English soldiers derisively as "lobsters," referring, no doubt, to the uniforms of the "redcoats." Eden Phillpotts, in his novel, "The Farm of the Dagger," published last year, makes an American prisoner of war of 1812 speak of the British soldiers as "lobsters." A fanciful etymologist might easily find a connection between the present-day slang use of "lobster" and the sixteen century word "lob," denoting a sluggish and stupid person, which occurs in Shakespeare and contemporary plays and poems, usually as sa synonym for "lubber." But the earliest known instance of the derisive use of the slang term is the coupling of "lobsters and tatterdemalions," meaning soldiers and vagrants, by Tom brown (1673-1704). Brown is the satirist who made the much-quoted impromptu adaptation of an epigram by Martial, directing it against his instructor and beginning: "I do not like thee, Dr. Fell."

"I have a customer who thinks he smokes 20 cigars a day," said a Joplin (Mo.) dealer to a News reporter recently. "As a matter of fact, he gives away many of them and throws away some that are only partly consumed. However, he is firm in the belief that he smokes more actual tobacco than any man in town, and a boast on the subject in my store recently led to a curious bet. He declared, to begin with, that he could smoke three ordinary cigars in half an hour. A bystander remarked that no man alive could smoke even one cigar continuously until it was consumed without taking it from his lips.

"'Bosh,' said the man, 'I do that right along, and think nothing of it.'

"'I'll bet you a box of perfectos you can't do it right now,' said the other, and in half a minute the wager was made. By its terms the cigar was to be consumed in steady consecutive puffs and not removed from the lips until burned to a mark one and one-half inches from the tip.

"A clear Havana, Colorado madura was selected for the test and the smoker took a seat and began. He puffed like an engine for about two minutes and accumulated something under half an inch of ash and then he began to wabble. He shifted the cigar from side to side, pulled slow and fast, and seemed to have difficulty getting his breath between the draws. At any rate, he kept turning his head to avoid the smoke and finally got to laughing. I could see he was in torture, but he stuck to it until he got within half an inch of the mark. Then he jumped up suddenly, threw the cigar away and walked out of the shop.

"I paid the bet and charged it to his account, and he told me last evening that the very idea of tobacco made him sick. I doubt whether it would be possible for anybody to smoke even a moderately strong cigar through in the manner I have described."

John Corvell, one of the old time hunters of Missouri still lives in a little log cabin under the shadow of the Boston Mountains, on the bank of White river. Corvell is a little, stoop shouldered old man, with only one eye to look at the world through, but it does one good to hear him relate stories and adventures of the past, when the country down there was full of big game.

"I hear the boys now talking about hunting turkeys," he said, not long ago. "They think it's a big thing ter git a gobbler or two in a day's tramp. Why don't they know how to get the drop on the smartest game that ever walked. When I hunted turks I uster go out with a peck of shelled corn to the place where they used when feedin' an, scatter it around. Then I'd find a big log and place right in line with it where I could hide. I'd just drop the corn in line running in different directions but all leading up to the log, on the top of which I'd place as much uv the feed as I could; then I'd get in under cover and smoke my pipe til I'd see the turkeys a-comin' along pickin' the off'n it, I'd just sight my old double barreled gun so the charge uv shot would rake the whole length uv the log, an' then I'd let her pop. Why, it was nothin' at all fur me to kill a dozen turkeys in that way with one barrel. I can't see very well anymore. I lost one eye in a scrimmage with a bear, and t'other one is gittin' kinder tired doin' all the squintin'.

"There's lots of deer down in this country yit, but not like they uster be. I know'd the time when every gol-dasted man along the White had a deer-lick of his own. There be some uv 'em yit. Ye see; when ye want to make a good deer-lick ye pick out a likely place near the river, and cut down a tree if there don't happen ter be one already down that is suitable, an' bore a lot uv auger holes in it an' fill 'em up with salt. Ye keep doin' the fillin' up as fast as the deers lap the salt out with their tongues, until they git uster comin' every time they feel too fresh, an' when the family needs some meat ye go out early in the marnin' an' knock over a buck or a doe, jist as ye fancy. Ye kin aluz find the deers at the lick in the mornin'. But it makes me feel as if I wanted ter move outen this part uv the country when I see all the darnation fools plantin' corn an' wheat when there's deer an' turkey left in the woods an' no end uv fish swimmin' up an' down the White awaitin' fur some one ter ketch 'em."

Skeptical housewives may smile when told that liquid air and its products, oxygen and nitrogen, will ever be of economic value to them in cooling the house. There is every indication, however, that within the next decade these commodities will be delivered at the door for cooling purposes, just as milk and groceries are delivered to-day, and at a minimum price. When this time arrives architects will plan for cooling pipes just as they do now for heating apparatus. Inventors have not perfected their system, however, to the extent that they are building a plant which will manufacture every 24 yours liquid air which in cooling effect will be equivalent to 200 tons of ice. At first they propose to interest large establishments where the liquid air will be delivered ready for use at one-twentieth of the present cost. Later, when its value is recognized, it will be delivered to the housewife in insulated containers ready to attach to the pipes leading to the coil overhead. This coil, by the way, will be made as ornamental and inconspicuous as possible and will cost no more than the heating pipes. As nitrogen is one of the most perfect preservatives known, it is predicted that when it becomes plentiful through the manufacture of liquid air it will be possible to do away with ice so far as the kitchen refrigerator is concerned.

London.—Americans will doubtless recall assertions that were made several years ago of the discovery of a method of extracting gold from sea water and the derision with which the idea was laughed out of court. London folk now have an opportunity to invest their money in such and undertaking, by which it is averred that an unlimited supply of precious metal can be obtained from sea water at a cost of £10 for every £100 extracted.

Sir William Ramsey, whose scientific reputation is of the highest, has been retained by a syndicate, which is called the Industrial and Engineering Trust (Limited), and the shareholders of which include Lord Brassey, Lord Tweedale, Hon. Alban Gibbs, several manufacturers and Albert Sandeman, foremost owner of the Bank of England. The syndicate has the modest capital of £3,000 in £1 shares.

The inventor of the process is H. J. Snell. Sir William Ramsey has made experiments and says in a formal report that "there is no doubt Snell has proved that gold can profitably be obtained from sea water on a large scale, and the amount of the gold obtained is so large that whether the cost of the treatment is £ a ton or even the outside figure of £8 a ton, which it could not exceed, it would not make very much difference."

Mr. Andrew Carnegie, in an address before a graduating class in New York gave some excellent advice to the young men on how to attain success in life. Among the good things he said:

"There are several classes of young men. There are those who do not do all their duty; and there is a third class, far better than the other two, that do their duty and a little more.

"There are a great many pianists, but Paderewski is at the had because he does a little more than the others. There are hundreds of race horses, but it is those who go a few seconds faster than the others that acquire renown. So it is in the sailing of yachts. It is the little more that wins. So it is with the young and old men who do a little more than their duty.

"No one can cheat a young man out of success in life. you young lads have begun well. Keep on. Don't bother about the future. Do your duty and a little more, and the future will take care of itself."