MISCELLANEOUS.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2515, 29 April 1882, Page 3

MISCELLANEOUS.

Of salmon canneries there are over thirty along the Columbia Eiver, below the cascades, that have packed from 5000 to 30,000 oases each, aggregating over 500,000 cases of a total value of £500,000. The pack for 1881 waa the largest ever known, amounting to 860,000 cssec, being nearly 27 per cent, larger than for 1880, the greatest previoi s year. The total pack for the past four year* has been as follows : Oases. 1881 860,000 1880 679 495 1879 539’600 1878 638,000

The "Wiener LandwirthshaMiohe Zeitung ” recently gave an account of a meeting held at Vienna, in order to consider the waya and means to be employed to give the farmers sufficient guarantee that the meat, dead or “live, which they send to the market at Vienna, may be sent there in safety, and also to secure a constant supply of meat at a reasonable price to the inhabitants of Vienna. The chief magistrate of Vienna is of the same opinion, and at a sitting of the Corporation on the 3rd of January, 1880, he proposed that a petition might be sent to the Government, begging them to facilitate the transport of meat into the city, in consideration of the frontier regulations as to the transport of moat, which will be put in force on the Russian and Roumanian frontiers at the beginning of the coming year. The Government have made and are still doing all they can to encourage cattle rearing amongst farmers. The frontier laws themselves testify to this; many agricultural schools have been established, itinerant teachers going from place to place give lectures on egricultural subjects, local shows arc supported, and valuable prizes given. All and more is done, but it will not succeed if the farmers have not full assurance that the good meat which they send to market will fetch a price which its quality merits. This object has not yet been attained, though the Government have represented to the farmers the advantage it would be to them if they could send their meat to the market in large quantities. The farmers replied that the arrangemei Is of the marketsare not good, and that they prevent them sending their meat. The Corporation then took measures to alter the order of the market; these measures, however, were to bo provisional only. This was also without success; in fact, during the year 1881 the importations of meat into the market of the city have been smaller than those of 1880. The complaints of the farmer* continue as before. To settle the question and to find means of satisfying both parties, both sides were discussed on the 12th. There were three claims to be considered—first, that of the farmer, who ought to have a sale guaranteed for the meat he sends ; second, that of the buyer, who sots as intermediary between the farmers and the population, and who, of course, must get a. reasonable profit; third, that of the population, who ought to have their meat good and at a reasonable price. About three years ago the export of sheep from Austria to Prance was very considerable, but the Bavarian laws of transport through Bavaria harmed this thriving trade very much, and several trials were mace to have the laws abolished. The Bavarian Government have quite recently changed this law, and allows sheep from districts in Hungary and Austria, which are free from the Rinderpest, to be transported to Prance via Pasoan and Simbach. This change will not fail to awaken the energy of sheep breeders. Potatoes have their parasites which produce silk. It is the Cuxuta Eurocaa, a different species of silkworm to the Cuxuta e pithy mum, which infects the clover bat does no mischief. Herr Adolf Beohterle, of Bulowier, in Galicia, informed the Vienna “ Landwirthshaftliche Zeitung ’’ that the potatoes be dug up some time ago were covered with silk, and bore very small potatoes, bnt the plants which were free from the silk were quite good and fine.

Duties of an Editor.—The duties and the labors of the newspaper editor are seldom estimated at their full. The editor of a New York paper has been disabling a young aspirant on this point. This young man wrote that he wanted to become an editor, and this was the reply that he got:—'Omet thou draw up a leviathan, with a hook thou lettest down P Canst thou hook up great ideas from the depths of thine intellect, and clean, scale, and fry them at five minutes’ notice ? Canst thou write editorials es they may be wanted—to measure ? Canst thou write an editorial to fit in a three-quarter column of the paper, which shall have three inches of fine sentiment four inches from the beginning, nine inches of humour in the middle, and an outburst of maxim and precept nine and three-quarter inches long at the close f ’

Brevet Bank,—l left Jacksonville in the afternoon, and stayed ell i.ight on Mount Bayou with Colonel Tom Lee. I never met him before, and never beard anyone say he web a colonel, but I know he must be. He has a big plantation, a big hruse with a pi-anner in the parlor, a beautiful grown up daughter, and a windmill to his well. If a man like that ain’t a colonel, where are the liberties of the American people ?—“ Yazoo Herald.”

Wisdom in Proverbs.—Herewith are the origins of some of our familiar proverbs, according to a Transatlantic contemporary. ‘Two heads are better than one ’ was originated by Fenimore Cooper while heading a barrel in hia humble cooper’s shop. ‘All’s well that ends swell ’ wee said by Burns when he put a poultice on a lump raised by a hot branding iron used in a gauger business. ‘Faint tart ne’er won fair lady’was written by Orabbo when ho sent a sour apple-pin to his mother-in-law. ‘Man wants but little here below, and wants that little long’— Fellow. * A soft answer turned away wrath ' shows how much Wordawcrth. ‘Enough is as good as a feast ’ sounds as though the author didn’t want Hannah More. 1 The nearer the bone the sweeter the meat' is evidently Lamb. ‘As close us an oyster, sounds Shelley. ‘ A thorn in the hand is worse than two in the bush ’ is from Hawthorne. ‘Save at the spigot and watte at the bung-hole ’is from Fawcett. * Mightier than the sword ’ were the words of William Penn. ‘ The horse-leech has two daughters, crying “ GTlvo, give,” that is ‘ Moore, Moore.’ ‘He doesn’t know enough to go in when it rains ’ must he the sentiment of a man who loved D.-yden. There are several others that will readily occur to the writer.

The Porler-House Steak.—‘This is the-porter-house, is it ?’ asked the sad passenger sitting at the corner table in the restaurant. ‘Yes, sir,' said the waiter, with the weary air of a man who was tired of having to tell the same lie a tbous-nd times a day; ‘porterhouse steak, sir ; came as you ordered, sir.’ ‘ Do you cut porter-house steak from between the horns this year ?’aske 1 the sad passenger, with the intonation of a man who wanted to know. ‘ Sir ?’ s-.il t u e waiter. ‘lt seemed to ba a Iritis tenderer lest year,’ the sad pascnegor went on, with the sir of a tired man indulging in pleasant reminiscence of the past. ; ‘ but I remember now ; it was cut a trifle lower down then. Last year you cut your porterhouse steak from the curl in the forehead and the sirloins from the skir. But I think this comes from between the horns. I used to live in a boarding-house where they cut the porter-house between tho horns, and this one reminds me of them. Animal dead this steak came from?' ‘Dead,’ echoed the astonished waiter ; ‘course, sir. He was butchered, sir.' ‘ Butchered to make a Kom-in holiday,’ sighed the passenger. ‘He w. u!d be more likely to mate a Reman swear. Wall, it was time he was killed. He hadn’t many more yeais to live on this earth. Ah, hero is the brass tip from one of his horns. Dropped into (he steak no doubt while you were slicing it otf. What do you do with those steaks when the guts’s are through with them ?’ The waiter leaked puzzled. ‘ Why, sir,’ he said, ‘ there ain’t anything left of ’em when customers gets through with ’em, tir.’ ‘ Possible,’ said the sad passenger. • What becomes of them ?’ The waiter looked neivoue. ‘ What ? ’ he said, ‘ tho customers eat them up.’ The sad passenger looked up with an air of interest, ‘ Incredible !’ he cried. ‘ Cannot accept your statement without proof. They may hide them under their chairs, or secrete them in their napkins, or they may carry them away in their pockets to throw at burglars, but I cannot believe they eat them. Here, let me see one of them eat this, and I will believe you. Trust me, good waiter, I——’ Bat the waiter pointed to a placard inscribed, ‘ Positively no trust,’ and went to the cashier’s desk to tell the boss to look out for that man at the corner table, as he didn't seem satisfied with his steak, and he had asked for trust,—“ Detroit Free Press.”