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Show SIGN.NG THE DECLARATION. Flies Festered the Fathers of the Republte as They Created It. Jefferson was fond of telling a stor; which illustrates in a forcible manner the importance that absurdly insignificant insignifi-cant matters may sometimes assuma When the deliberative body that gave the world the Declaration of Independence Independ-ence was in session, its proceedings were conducted in a hall close to which was situated a livery stable. The weather was warm, and from the stablr came swarms of flies that lighted on tha legs of the honorable members, and biting bit-ing through the thin silk stockings then in fashion gave infinite annoyance. It was no uncommon sight, said Jefferson, to see a member making a speech with a large handkerchief in hand and pausing paus-ing at every moment to thrash the flies from his thinly protected calves. The opinion of the body was not unanimous in favor of the document, and, under other circumstances, discussion discus-sion might have been protracted for days, if not weeks, but the flies were intolerable. Efforts were made to find another hall, free from the pests, but in vain. As the weather became warmer the flies grew worse, and the flapping of handkerchiefs was heard all over the hall as an accompaniment to the voices of the speakers. In despair at last some one suggested that matters be hurried, so that the body might adjourn and get away from the flies. There were a few mild protests, pro-tests, but no one heeded them, the immortal im-mortal declaration was hurriedly copied. ; and, with handkerchiefs in hand fight I ing flies as they came, the members nastened up to the table to sign the authentic au-thentic copy and leave the flies in th lurch. Had it not been for the livery stable and its inmates there is no telling when the document would have been completed, com-pleted, but it certainly would not have been signed on the Fourth .Philadelphia .Philadel-phia Press. table From Queen Ial. Dear Gresham: One more boon I crave, I trust in your affection. , 'Tis not to murder Dole, the Knave Nor put down insurrection; . 'Tis not my crown, but me to savef 1 write in deep dejection. And so a package I must have Of Park's Tea for my complexion. Greshain's Answer to Queen Idl, When I received your cablegram I thought I sure would faint, For though I often use Parks' Tea 'Tis not for your complaint. I feared that Mrs. G. would think Wrong about our connection 'Till on her dresser there I saw Parks' Tea for her complexion. S'noot Dmar company. |