ate grange has been formed. Let a
few determined men get together in every community, and swear by the
bald-headed profit that they will put down this hen monopoly or die,
and after they have sworn, let them send to us for a charter for a
lodge--enclosing two dollars in advance--and we will forward to them the
ritual of the order.

If this thing is allowed to go on for five years these farmers will be
beyond the power of the government to control. This is a grave question,
and if the wealthy people do not get relief we might as well bid
farewell to our American institutions, as the liberty for which our
forefathers fought will not be worth paying taxes for.

*****

There is no person in the world who is easier to overlook the
inconsistencies that show themselves on the stage at theatres than we
are, but once in a while there is something so glaring that it pains us.
We have seen actors fight a duel in a piece of woods far away from any
town, on the stage, and when one of them fell, pierced to the heart with
a sword, we have noticed that he fell on a Brussels carpet. That is all
wrong, but we have stood it manfully.

We have seen a woman, on the stage who was so beautiful that we could be
easily mashed if we had any heart left to spare. Her eyes were of that
heavenly color that has been written about heretofore, and her smile
as sweet as ever was seen, but behind the scenes, through the wings, we
have seen her trying to dig the cork out of a beer bottle with a pair of
shears, and ask a supe, in harsh tones, where the cork-screw was, while
she spread mustard on a piece of cheese, and finally drank the beer
from the bottle, and spit the pieces of cork out on the floor, sitting
astride of a stage chair, and her boot heels up on the top round, her
trail rolled up into a ball, wrong side out, showing dirt from forty
different stage floors.

These things hurt. But the worst thing that has ever occurred to knock
the romance out of us, was to see a girl in the second act, after
"twelve years is supposed to elapse," with the same pair of red
stockings on that she wore in the first act, twelve years before. Now,
what kind of a way is that? It does not stand to reason that a girl
would wear the same pair of stockings twelve years. Even if she had them
washed once in six months, they would be worn out. People notice these
things.

What the actresses of this country need is to change their stockings. To
wear them twelve y