Chapter VI (3)

SIR KNIGHT FRED TAYLOR asks the reason of the spots on the finished
prints. Spots are caused by black spots in the negative, from
imperfections in the paper, and from imperfect toning-bath. Stains
on the print are caused from careless handling in the toning-bath.
The face of the print should never be touched, but the prints
lifted by the edges. Hypo will cause spots, if any comes in contact
with the face of the print. Care should be taken that the hands are
perfectly clean when toning and fixing pictures. Sir Knight Fred
sends the following directions for making a vignetting mask, which
he hopes will be of benefit to the members of the club. Take a box
cover that fits the printing-frame and cut a hole in it as large as
the plate. Over it paste a piece of opaque paper, and make an
opening any shape desired for the vignette--either pear-shaped,
oval, round, etc. Cut little slits all round the edge of this, and
over it paste a sheet of tissue-paper. Place the cover over the
printing-frame and print. If the cover is attached to the frame the
progress of the print can be examined without changing the shape of
the vignette. Sir Fred asks for some hints on retouching.
Directions for retouching will be printed in an early number of the
ROUND TABLE.

QUICK WORK AGAIN.

So much interest was taken by readers of the ROUND TABLE in the stories printed not very long ago about the rapid manufacture of a coat and a suit of clothes, that this little anecdote from Sweden, which is of a similar nature, may prove of interest. Some men, who worked in a wood-pulp factory at Elfvethal, got into a discussion about how fast wood could be made into pulp and then into paper. The result of the discussion was an experiment, or trial of speed, in which these men performed the feat of cutting down three trees, chopping them up, making them into pulp, then into paper, on which the evening newspapers of the place were printed--and it took them just two hours and a half from the time the first tree was hewn until the first copy of the evening paper was sold.

A fine complexion is too rare
To run the risk of losing;
But everyone who takes good care
(All other kinds refusing)
To get pure Ivory, grows more fair
With every day of using.

Copyright, 1896, by The Procter & Gamble Co., Cin'ti.

Approximately

the cut below represents the DeLONG Hooks and Eyes. For a complete understanding sew them on your dresses. They cannot unhook except at the will of the wearer.

See that

hump?

Richardson & DeLong Bros., Philadelphia.

Also makers of the

CUPID Hairpin.

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SHOOTING THE RAPIDS.

TO SHOOT THE RAPIDS SIMPLE SAMMY HEARD 'TWAS VERY BRAVE,
SO DOWN BEHIND THE HOUSE HE WENT AND SHOT INTO THE WAVE.

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FROM THE SEASHORE.

NEW USE FOR A SAND HOLE.

BOBBIE (_who has been digging in the sand for an hour_). "Mollie, come here and look at the beautiful hole I've dug!"

MOLLIE. "My! ain't it lovely! If you'll give it to me I'll take it home with me, and use it for a scrap-basket."

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LOST.

"Hi, mamma! come here!" cried Willie; "see this funny insect."

"That's what they call a sand-fiddler," said his mother.

"Poor little bug," said Willie, looking all around him. "I guess he's lost his fiddle."

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HARD TO TAKE.

"Well, Tommie, I saw you go into the tin-type-man's place this morning."

"Yes; but I'd oughter known better. It didn't take. I don't ever get took. When I was waxinated it didn't take either."

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A LITTLE GIRL'S VIEW.

"Hoh!" cried little Janie, as the photographer came down to take a picture of the ocean. "He'll never get a picture of the ocean. It don't never stand still long enough."

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A TERRIBLE CHANGE.

After Polly had been at the seashore for a week she ran in to her mother weeping.

"Oh, mamma! mamma!" she cried, holding up her brown little hand. "I'm a-turnin' into a 'ittle darky goyl!"

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A FISH STORY.

There is an old darky who can be found any day perched on such freight as may rest on the platform of the little station at S---- up in Maine. He has a cheerful word for every one that will greet him, and was never known to lose his good-humor except on one occasion. One morning he was as usual perched on a bale of straw, but instead of whittling at a piece of stick, a habit of his, he sat with his face in his hands, gazing mournfully out over the little lake that stretched away among the hills. It was then I noticed that his nose had assumed enormous proportions, almost shutting out his eyes.

"Why, Ike, what's the matter with your nose?"

He shook his head sadly, and inquired if I had a little "baccy." I handed him some, and waited for an explanation about his nose.

"I's neber gwan ter fish no mo', sah--no, sah! neber no mo'; 'cause dat's whar I's got dat nose, youse see."

"How did it happen, Ike? Tell us; perhaps we can fix you up."

"See dat little neck er-runnin' out past de big mountain ober dar? Well, round dat neck dere's a cove, and dere's as fine er trout stream runs in dere as dey has 'bout dis place. Ise was er-fishin' dere de oder day, when Ise seed er big one flittin' by a rock dat's dere. Ise thrashed dat spot by de hour, and dat trout he done come an' look at de fly, an' den--yes, sah, den dat trout laugh at me an' swim 'way. I's tried eberyt'ing to ketch him, but 'twa'n't any use. Den Ise grew er-thinkin'. What he do 'round dat stone all de time? So Ise rested very quiet and watched dat stone. Pretty soon Ise see er bee hummin' 'round close to de water and near de stone, and Ise see de trout make er leap fer him.

"Dat settled it; Ise knew what ter ketch 'im wid. Ise just caught er bee an' put de hook in between de wings, where it wouldn't hurt him. Den Ise casted. Yah, yah!--he! he! Dat trout he made one leap an' he had de bee; but de fight was awful. He done paid no 'tention ter me, but he an' de bee wuz er-havin' it out--and how dey did fight! Ise got him on de bank at last, and dere's whar my trouble came in. Ise opened his mouth ter get de hook out, when out flew dat bee, and he wuz mad. Yes, sah, he just been er-waitin' fer me, Ise know, an' he landed plumb on my nose. Youse see de result. But dat's only part ob it. De trout he swelled up de same way. He wuz five pounds when Ise first ketched him, but when he was done swellin' he was too heavy ter carry home."

We silently left Ike to continue his mournful contemplation of the lake.

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JACK'S PROBLEM.

JACK (_mystified_). "Papa, there's one thing I don't understand kerzactly."

PAPA. "Well, what is that?"

JACK. "I dig a hole here on the beach, and a wave comes along and washes over it, and goes back again. Then I find the hole all filled up with sand. I thought the ocean was made of water, but it seems to me it's nothin' but sand."

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NO STOPPING-PLACE.

STRANGE LITTLE GIRL (_at Long Branch_). "Where are you stoppin'?"

LITTLE BOY. "We ain't. We're all the time a-movin'."

End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, July 21, 1896, by Various