GEORGE CTOUGH

tlirtory inlornr u. that lwo gr.qi bcttlcr woro lought during tho nonth ol lune. Thr bcttb ol "Bunlcr Hill" Iune 17, 1775 qnd "Curtor'r Icrt Stqnd" Iunc 25, 1876. . . Eoch aight-lollowing tbc "Bcttlc ol the Currcnt Lun' bor Mcrlot"-t leel thct Probcb' ty t hcrvr bocn through both expcricnccl lbc rcnr daY. Tbc trooPt ol tholc dcYr wero "stroicbt Sbooiers" qnd the wholcgclcr ol todqY viho keePs botb leet on the ground hce dclinitcly gol to lollow tho rame proceduic bY "SHOOTING -SfAetCHf ON PBICES." .. He cqn rrever overlook QUALITY' but rrill he murt "lire" bis rhotg within the ronge ol chcnging mcrrketing conditionr.

We believe QUAUTY, DEPEND' ABILITY cnd SERVICE qre ibe three ltrctors that count more thsn "Iow Prices" qnd we qre never going to overlook these three sqlient leclureg when we make c quototion to our trqde. . . . However; we shqll in the Iuture, as we hsve in the Pcst, clwcya keep our quotcrtionr ct ihe proper <rnd Prolitoble level Ior you.

Vy'hen you cre laced with the problem ol procuring GOOD LUMBER iust remember \rre dte equipped to aerv€ You on c *STRAIGHT SHOOTING" baEis' Why not give us o cqll?

You'll go overboord for Diomond "W" 's lorge voriety of screen doors. Log in ol our worehouse qnd loy in o supply of this summer demond item. And while you're there loke o peek ot "NU-DOR," the newest ond best in sliding-door units. Diomond

Sqid losephine ol NcPoleon

"In my house you have met Gencral Bonaparte. Wellhe it is who would aupply a father'r place to the orphanr of Alcxander de Beauharnaie, and a husband's to his widow. I admire the General'E courage, the extent of hig information for on dl subiects he talks cqually well, and the quickness of his judgment which enablcs him to seize thc thoughts of others almost beforc they are expressed; but, I confess it, I Bhrink from the despotism he seems desirous of cxercising over dl who approach him. His searching glancc has something aingular and inexplicable, which imposes even on our directors; judge if it may not intimidate a woman. Even-what ought to pleasc me-the force of a passion described with an cnergy that leaves not a doubt of his sincerity, is precisely the cause which arrests the consent f am often on the point of pronouncing."

The Human Voice

How wonderful is the human voice ! It is indeed the organ of the soul ! The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only, as God revealed Himself to the prophet of old. in the "still, small voice," and in a voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the fowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man.-Longfellow.

Ccrmoullcge

The business man had just hired a very beautiful secretary, and he sai<l to her: "One thing more, Miss Jones. I{ave you got an old passport photo of yourself that I can show to my wife?"

Your Body

God made your body, And He made it great; For in it dwells a guest

Of high estate.

Keep the shrine pure, and Clean and whole, For in it dwells God's guestA kingly soul.

Ito* in math there "rlTi". words to express any number from one to infinity; while to describe amatory emotions, also infinite in their variety, we have but one word-love.

How much distress and doubt would be avoided if all the varieties could be numerically catalogued. It is inconceivable, almost, that necessity has not produced a greater accuracy of language.

In music, for instance, we can express with precision any notc by name, or evcn a combination of notc!. But love is likc color. We cannot exPrcst a color in wordr, except with the loosegt of definition. We ray thc thing ia black; but there are hundreds of shadee, all commonly termed black. There are thousands of emotions all commonly termed love. A man of 50 loves elsewisc to the youth. A man loves a young wife not more than an old, but in quite a difrerent fashion. The lady in lavender loves, and Carmcn loves, but who would recognize the sentiments aE related?

-Algernon Crofton.

The Lord Hcd A Iob

The Lord had a job for me, But I had so much to do, I said, "You get somebody else Or wait till I get through."

I don't know how the Lord came out, But He seemed to get along, But I felt kinda sneakin' like, Cause I knowed I done Him wrong.

One day I needed the Lord mYself, Needed Him right away, And He never answered me at all, But I could hear Him sayDown in my accusin' heart"I'se got too much to do, You just get somebody else, Or wait till I get through."

-Paul Lawrence Dunbar' (Famous negro poet).

fhe Other HalI

The former United States Senator James E. Watson, re' calling his days as a struggling lawyer. used to tell the following story about one of his cases.

His client was a rambunctious old Irish woman whose unpredictable and irascible actions bedeviled the court and her own sweating attorney as well. She had but one lawyer, young James Watson, while her opposition had two, an advantage that seemed to weigh heavily on her mind, and she said so.

"Mary," he finally demanded, "what on earth do you want another lawyer for?"

And she explained: "You see, on their side when wan man is talkin' the other man is thinkin'; on our side, when you are talkin'-there's no wan a-thinkin'."

His Hurry

The northern visitor playing golf near the Gulf of Mexico, found he had the slowest moving caddy he had ever seen. Finally he said to the dusky one:

"Mose, don't you do anything in a hurry?"

And Mose said: "Yassuh. I gits tiud in a hurry."