Archie B. Lueder, a well-known athlete of the class of ‘99 at Cornell, and who is now stationed in equatorial Africa near St. Joro, recently had a hand-to-hand battle with a huge African lion, in which some of the things Lueder learned on the Cornell gridiron came into play. Lueder and a man named Smith were out surveying, when unexpectedly a big lion sprang for the jungle. The rifles which they carried were of small caliber and the lion paid no heed to the shots fired at him. Finally, the beast sprang upon Lueder, who thrust the muzzle of the rifle in the lion’s mouth, while his companion was able to dispatch the lion by shooting the animal through the heart. Lueder was terribly lacerated by the lion’s claws and has just gathered strength to write his brother, C. A. Lueder, now also a Cornell football player.

The following fish story, in which a Minneapolis couple figures, is taken from a recent issue of the Daytona, Fl. Journal:

"It requires no effort to write a big fish story in these days of successful fishing. Exaggeration is unnecessary. Probably one of the most successful and exciting events in that line was that of Mr. and Mrs. DeForest of Cleveland, Mr. and Mrs. C. G. Church of Minneapolis, and Geo. M. P. Holt of Springfield, Mass., who are guests at the Despland. While at Keating's Pier Saturday forenoon, they caught 13 bass weighing 275 pounds, all using light lines, rods and reels, and with the same tackle drew in two sharks, one of them by Mr. Church, weighing 100 pounds or more. One of the most remarkable occurrences with the party was that Mrs. DeForest hooked a 20 pound s bass and raised it up hand over hand with her small linen line to the floor of the pier, not allowing any of the party to assist her. The plucky lady's hands were quite severely cut and lacerated.

It is not often in these busy times that people comment favorably upon things in general which appeal to them in a satisfactory way. We give thanks, too often, perfunctorily, not meaning what we say. This, however, was not at all the spirit in which the following letter was recently written to a ticket agent of the Rock Island System:

"Los Angeles, Calif., Jan. —, 1905
"Dear Mr. —: We arrived here Saturday safely and enjoyed our trip very much on the Golden State Limited. All of our party voted this train the finest that they have ever traveled upon. The accommodations were first class in every respect— the Sleepers, the Observation Car, the Diner, the Buffet-library smoker, with bath and barber could not have been improved upon. The entire train crew were gentlemanly and very obliging—doing all they could to make everybody enjoy themselves and feel at home. I shall try to get my friends an relatives to take this train when coming to California."

John Sebastian, passenger traffic manager, singles this out as one of the many commendatory letters that have been received in his office. The Golden State Limited is maintaining first place among transcontinental limited trains.

Butchers, as a rule, can stand a good deal of grumbling from their customers, but there's a limit to everything, even a butcher's patience, says London Tit-Bits.

"John," said a certain member of the trade to his youngest apprentice, "I'm getting tired of that Mrs. X— and her eternal grumbling. I wish to goodness she'd take her custom elsewhere. If she comes in again I shall turn her over to you."

"Very well, sir," said John, calmly. "You may depend on me, sir."

The shop was full of customers when Mrs. X— bounced in and began as usual:

"I want two pounds of beef, Mr. B—. Beef, you understand, not bone, and—"

"Beef, is it, ma'am?" said John, stepping forward. "Yes, ma'am, I understand. You want the boneless variety from the Bungeroodo islands. We've ordered your two pounds by pigeon-post, and we understand it was dispatched to your address by special balloon this morning. No doubt you fill find it waiting for you when yo get back. A special stipulation in the contract was that the boneless beef should be absolutely clear of fat and suet, should weigh 27 ounces to the pound, and—"

But Mrs. X— had bounced out of the shop.

We are too busy to write ads this week, selling hardware, paints, oils, garden tools, garden and lawn seed, wire fencing and stoves. Watch this space next week for bargains.

Joslin Brothers
Leading Hardware Merchants,
Excelsior, Minnesota.

Eau Claire, Wis., Nov. 27.—Dr. G. W. Pickin and his son, Asigal Pickin, have been arrested on the charge of assault. Dr. Pickin is out on $1,500 bonds, but his son is in jail. The prosecution is the result of an investigation which began Sept. 4 last, when a girl of seventeen, named Emma Mabel Briggs, daughter of Joseph M. Briggs, was found at the house of Dr. Pickin by her father and an officer after she had been missing two days. the case of the prosecution is that the girl had been hypnotized and was criminally assaulted repeatedly by both Pickin and his son. The defendants have pleaded not guilty and waived examination.

While the state expects to prove the crime on evidence of the ordinary nature, a large mass of evidence will be produced on the hypnotic features of the case. The facts are stated to be that the girl, when found by her father, was under hypnotic control; that she remained so for a long time afterward, and owing to the control exercised over her by young Pickin she was unable to reveal the truth; that she was constantly in the care of a prominent physician of this city; that the authorities summoned to their aid a well known professional hypnotist physician who placed her under a hypnotic control superior to the other influence; that by this means the main facts were gained, though the girl relapsed again into the control of young Pickin's influence for a time; that young Pickin was finally compelled by persuasion to practically release the girl from his hypnotic control, though he continued to impart suggestions to the girl, implicating other parties, and for a time baffling the authorities and the physicians in spite of the fact that she was all this time in their custody and that of her parents; that by careful treatment her mental freedom has finally been restored, and that when the arrest of the Pickins was announced to her she threw off the last vestiges of their influence nd is prepared to tell her story on the witness stand.

One of the extraordinary features of the case, says the district attorney and the physicians, is that it was demonstrated beyond the shadow of a doubt that while the investigation was going on Mabel Briggs and young Pickin were in mental communication to such an extent that, though separated by a distance of two or three miles, she described with perfect accuracy on several occasions exactly what Pickin was doing at a time when collusion was absolutely impossible. The physicians says that the phenomenon of mental telegraphy or thought transference is by this case established firmly as a scientific fact, and that it opens a new era. The girl is of much more than ordinary intelligence.

The story is terrible in its details. One of the things she tells the district attorney is that on the night she was taken to Pickin's house she read the mind of the doctor through that of his son, and she claims ot have received some mysterious revelations. There is growing excitement over the affair. Citizens of station and wealth are interesting themselves in the girl's case. Dr. Pickin and his son say nothing, except that they are innocent. Dr. Pickin has lived here may years an has a so-called vitapathic institute in an obscure part of the West side. The Briggs family are of unexceptional social standing, and Mabel as always in good society until this affair occurred.

The writer knows a mother who strongly denounces corporal punishment, whose favorite method of punishment is to seen her child to bed without supper, writes William H. Hamby, in Good Housekeeping. Perhaps she thinks the gnawing of that child's empty stomach is soul punishment. Another who considers the use of the switch a relic of bloody days, will make her little girl sit for three hours in a straight chair.

In fact, moral suasion is not moral suasion, it is simply a combination of everything that is not whipping.

The story is told of a small boy who was asked by his uncle if he got a whipping that day at school.

"Naw," said the boy, "they don't whip at our school."

"Don't?" said the uncle, in surprise. "How do they make you mind?"

"Moral suasion," replied the boy, shortly.

"What's that?"

"Oh, they stand us on the floor, keep us in at recess, make us a toe a line, pull our ears and jaw at us."