SCISSORS.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 4160, 21 November 1884, Page 4

SCISSORS.

Porcelain finder-rings in different colors are,one of the latest Parisian fancies. There are now in England forty-four ladies duly elected as guardians of the poor. The yearly consumption of beer in Munich is 470 quarts to each man, womau, and child.

Migratory birds havo not appeared at Marseilles or Toulon since the outbreak of the cholera in those places. M. Honigmann, of Aix-la-Chapcllo, propels a locomotive without fire and without coal by means of caustic soda. The Lartigue balance railway, the locomo - tive for which is an electro-dynamic apparatus, supplied with electricity from a fixed generator, is a simple, single-rail, elevated arrangement from both sides of which tho carriages are suspended. A few men can build several hundred yards a day. This railway has been very serviceable in Africa.

The Gaulois undertakes to pay a sum of 5000 francs at the decease of any subscriber who may meet with his death on a railway or tramway, or by being run over by a vehicle in the street. A proportionate sum is paid for injuries received. All that is necessary to produce is the last receipt of subscription. The Gaulois also pays compensation to any purchaser of a single copy, or his heirs, should he be injured or killed on the day on which the paper is bought. General Skobeleff was working one evening in his tent near the Danube, or near a pond, when a Turkish bomb dropped at tho threshold of tho tent. The general had just time to sco tho sentinel outside stoop down and phlcgmatically throw tho shell into tho water. Skobeleff approached the soldier and said, "Do you know that you have saved my life?" "I have done my best, general." "Very well; which would you rather have, the St. George's Cross or 100 roubles?" The sentinel was a Jew with a fine Semitic profile. He hesitated a moment, and then said—" AVhat is the value of tho St. George's Cross, my general?" "What do you mean? Tho cross itself is of no value ? it may be worth five roubles perhaps, but it is an honor to possess it." "AVell, my general," calmly said the soldier, "if it is like that, give me 05 roubles and the Cross of St. George!" Whether the prayer of that child of Israel wns granted or not history does not say. It is curious at times to recall the fate oi the people mixed up in the Fisk-Stokes tragedj'. Wm. M. Tweed, who watched by Fisk's bedside to sec that in his delirium ho did not tell too much, died in prison, a bankrupt, to whom Fisk's partner, Gould, refused to loan oOOOdol. The Morse family, whom Fisk was visiting at tho Grand Central Hotel when he was shot, were scattered after his death. I met the son in 1574 in tho Jardin Mabilo, Paris, where ho was ono of tho "statues" employed to stand around the edge of the dancing platform with a cigar in his mouth, that the agile dancer might gently knock the ashes off with the tips of her delicate toes without breaking the step in dancing. Tho woman at the parlor window of the hotel, whom Stokes crossed Broadway to sco on that fatal day, is still in New York, a fashionable sort of outcast. Josie Mansfield, the woman about whom all the row is supposed to have been made, drifted off to Europe.

An Eastern manager, who recently participated in a discussion regarding tho shrewdness of stars in reference to their receipts, brought down the 'act-drop' as foll ows: —.'Barrett is themostknowingfello win the business. He asks to know how many passes aro issued to the local papers and correspondents. Then when ho is on the stage at night he counts tho houso. He doesn't do like most people-—count the people. He counts the empty seats. You will observe, in a death scene, he always falls with his face to the audience. Then he opens one eye and counts. I know Tom Davy used to have constant rows with him over the slips of the night's receipts. _ I remember once Davy handed him the slip. "Youare wrong by twelve dollars or twelve seats." Davy said he wasn't. Barrett said he was, and they started in for a quarrel. They went to the office together and put the question to tho manager of the house. Barrett was right. The local manager had a right, by contract, to twelvo seats, and they had not been put on the slip. Barrett can tell within fifty cents of what's in his houso any time. That's all he is thinking of when acting.'