Put-in-Bay Island is the largest and most attractive of the group. Its magnificent scenery, pure water, bracing atmosphere, entire absence of dew, superb boating, bathing and fishing have made it popular for years. There are five large hotels on the island, and an electric railway, many handsome summer cottages, magnificent bathing beaches with bath houses, toboggan slides, etc. The surrounding islands are so close to Put-in-Bay as to make it the head of a large family of pleasure seekers. The famous fishing for which Put-in-Bay and the islands are noted, needs no mention here. The islands are the headquarters for the yachting and canoeing associations of the Middle West, and ever enthuse new interest to lovers of the aquatic sport. These resorts are reached by the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad to Sandusky, and an excellent line of steamers meets all trains ers make the trip between Sandusky and Cedar Point every half hour. LAKESIDE, OHIO. Lakeside is another Lake Erie resort near Sandusky, and is known as the "Chautau qua" of the lakes. For more than twentyfive years it has attracted, enlightened and entertained its thousands of frequenters. Chautauqua work, kindergarten, summer schools, bathing, fishing and boating all combine to instruct and amuse patrons. PAOLI LITHIA AND SULPHUR These springs are situated near French Lick and West Baden Springs, and have the same direct train connections at Mitchell, Ind., from points on Baltimore & Ohio and Baltimore & Ohio South-Western HUMOR AND THE HUMORIST. CHUBBY-HAND. L. H. ROBBINS IN NEWARK (N. J.) NEWS. Once was the parlor white, Of purest enamel ray. Once was the bookroom polished bright, Polished and rubbed till it dazzled the sight But that was another day. Table, piano, cabinet, chair, Since Chubby-hand came to stay. Whose is the work on the pane- Who, when grown-folk pass in the lane, Who on the bookcase door A private sign has set? Chubby-hand, weary of babehood lore, Has longed and grasped for a guarded store Better for her are books that endure, And the Animal Alphabet. Who, when the curtains are drawn THE GIFT THE POOR GOT. When it became known in Gosh, the primeval city, that the fairies were coming to town to bestow gifts on the people, there was a mighty rush for the railway station. The strong crowded the weak aside, and those that lined up at the train to receive the delegation from Fairyland were the big, the strident, the heavy-weights. "Gentlemen all," said the chairman of the visiting committee, 66 we are amazed to find so many inhabitants in the city of Gosh. There are more of you than we supposed, and we haven't brought gifts enough to go round. At this the people in front set up a great clamor. "Give us our presents, they cried. "We won't be cheated!" So the fairies opened their baggage and distributed the gifts. To some of the people of Gosh, went the gift of making money. Some received the gift of making magnificent speeches. A few got the gift of being socially prominent. These all, mind you, were the front-rankers; and they hastened away uptown rejoicing. The trunks were empty at last, and the fairies looked up to see a great crowd of weak and lame and weary people still waiting. He opened the case. "Here," he went on, "is any quantity of the gift of seeing a joke. Help yourselves, you poor folks.' So the weak came in for something, after all; and the strong were blocks away rejoicing. Now the years rolled on and some of the people of Gosh waxed wealthy, and some grew to be socially prominent, and some went to Congress, and these all naturally came to think themselves much better than the weak and the poor around them. But the poor didn't mind that, for they had the gift of seeing a joke. THE CITY GAME. See the small boy running, Hear him shout in glee, Pounding on the lamp-post: "Onetwothreeforme! See the grown man dashing City full of people THE HEN. BY HARRY PERSONS TABER. The Hen, she is a noble bird- We love her for the good she does- She sets and simply glares at us- If she but knew we loved her so, The hen is, somehow, just like me - It's easy to construct a rhyme Just crawl to some sequestered nook This awkward metre please, My paper's blowing in the breeze. Let's versify in metre strange Of modest range, Aha! an idea comes apace, The B. & O., Has burgs along the road Martinsburg There's a place I love full well— Cumberland Gem of the mountain side, nestling in green, For in your confines they put dining cars on. Pittsburg (Borrowed to fit in.) Mary had a little lamb, It's fleece was white as snow, It followed her to Pittsburg one dayNow, look at the blamed thing. Wheeling Unfortunate you are, old girl, Mouth loudly your benighted name A tired world still hears that you Chicago As we wind over the prairie and stream, We go through Hammond, Ind., Which is quite like Chicago, I wean. SPRING. BY F. H. SCHLEY. Beautiful spring is coming soon! I hear the thrush singing, I hear down near the cotton loom I hear the dove's sotto noise I see him as he hunts his choice I see the little swollen beads I see the sumach's blackish-brown This is only early April I look for all these things, But who can even help the thrill That comes with early spring. It can not be called selfish To long for that you love, As in the heart, we all can wish For sunlight from above. |