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Show CURIOUS CONDENSATIONS. Every year there are 26,000 letters posted in England without addresses. In Amsterdam there is a factory where 400, 00 diamonds are cut annually. annual-ly. Most of the work Is done bywo-men. bywo-men. The proposed extension of the Yokohama Yoko-hama gas works, at a cost of $313,000 gold, is stated in a Japanese newspaper newspa-per extract forwarded by Consul General Gen-eral Miller. A woman 71 years old, accused at Feltham. England, of intoxication and disorderly conduct, said she had been "keeping up" her mother's birthday. Her mother was 98. Four peers, eleven baronets and thirty-three, knights were created by the king of Great Britain on his last, birthday. birth-day. Nominally the king did it; in reality the Liberal ministry did it. the "birthday honors" being one of the perquisites of office. Professor Koch, the great German medical authority, who has been in Africa about eighteen months, inquiring inquir-ing into the causes and cure of that strange and widely prevalent malady, the sleeping sickness, has become famous fa-mous throughout a large portion of the Dark Continent. He has treated . and cur-.'d hundreds of black men afflicted with the dreaj disease mentioned, and has, therefore, been given the title of "Great White Wizard." Authorities who have in charge some of England's ancient treasures try to discourage the habit of carving initials on these relics. A fine of $15 was recently re-cently imposed on a man who had chipped his name in letters six inches high on one of the stones on the "Druid's Circle" near Keswick. Close to the piant stone globe at-Strajiage a special slab is provided for the harmless harm-less reception of the names of all who are addicted to this self-advertisement. On popular Alpine summits names arc left on cants in emptied wine bottles. A CHANCE. In younger days the song would sing itself; A mood, perfume, and then e?e I knew it It tinkled through the mind and left the lips Without e'en waiting that I might construe it. But age hath ta'en away that one gooa gift In recompense for others it doth bring me; The little song no longer sings itself, Instead it yawns and says, "Oh, no; you sing me!" ' Selected. |