Life — November 3, 1904 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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relays 1 this ative ourts h ade etary, noted ditors nor. ring: o the ; ; this called t bill ou in Il the all be t you e day d has- yrange A Nervous Scientist. T is often easy for a man to convince himself | that he believes a certain thing, to act on the belief sometimes requires a powerful faith. That was evidently the quality lacking in a col- lege professor who went with Mr. Simon Lake into the diving compartment of his submarine teat. The story is related in “Submarine Nav- » Mr, Alan Burgoyne. pows that if an uncorked bottle placed in water, mouth down, gation, mpress the air in the bottle enough to equal the pressure of the water, If the air pressure could be otherwise increased no water at all would come in. For more than half a century this principle has been made use of in submarine boats to provide a mode of egress for a diver. In the Lake boat there is an “air-chamber” forward ich the air pressure is made a trifle great- er than the water pressure outside. When a décor in the bottom of the car is opened no water comes in, and those in the boat, reaching down with a short rake, are able to pick up oysters, sponges or whatever they see on the bottom of the ocean. The professor was a learned man, and he knew all about the theory of the case; but still he had not quite enough faith to trust himself under water in a bottomless boat. Mr, Lake k him into the diving compartment to ex- it. Alter closing the air-lock door he noticed beads of perspiration standing on the profes- sor's forehead, When the compressed air came a with a great noise, the professor grabbed soe of the frames and looked longingly at the d door. y the way, professor,” said Mr. Lake, teming off the air, “are you troubled with id, “my heart is a little ell, never mind,” said the inventor. “This te distance will not disturb you. If you feel any pain swallow as if you were drinking water,” He turned on the air again, and the professor tegan to swallow. During the half-minute or ‘efollowing, while the pressure was increasing, be swallowed enough, the inventor said after- to have drowned himself. When the Pressure was right, Mr. Lake stooped and be- fa to unscrew the panel in the floor. ‘hat are you doing?” demanded the pro- essor, “Lam going to open this door so you can see ” said the professor, throwing out hands, “don’t do that. I would not put joa to all that trouble for the world.” _Just then, however, the door dropped open. * professor, who had turned deathly pale, ted forward. Not a drop of water entered. Ashe saw the calm surface of it there be- "ath his feet as unruffled as if it had been the very top of the ocean, instead of almost k bis THE ANGELUS AND THE BRILLIANT TECHNIQUE TO BE OBTAINED BY ITS USE you know how your blood tingles when a fine pianist finishes some brilliant passage, how the last few notes fairly ring out ! Doesn’t it thrill you clear through when you hear the bass octaves thunder when called out by the musician’s strong hand? Then the swift transitions to the light, fairy-like touch where you almost hold your breath to catch the next note. Brilliant fecinigue with THE ANGELUS? Yes, every bit of the art. Its PHRASIN LEVER is as sensitive as a jeweler’s pair of scales. It responds to the slightest touch, controls the tempo absolutely and instantly. Piano playing becomes worth while, it’s a pleasure equally keen to the performer and the listener when you have an ANGELUS and a Phrasing Lever. Purchased by Royalty and the world's greatest musicians, Send Jor (free) handsome booklet and the name of nearest agent, “THE WILCOX & WHITE CO. Established 1876 MERIDEN, CONN,., U. S. A. the bottom, the color came back to his face and he drew a great sigh. “Well!” he exclaimed. knew it wouldn’t come in. doesn’t come in, should never have believed it!” “Well! Of course I I know why it But if I had not seen it I [° is told of the witty old French abbé, Pére Monsabré, that on one occasion a lady sent a message to him, just as he was entering the pulpit, that she must see him. After much beating about the bush, she came to the point. Vanity was her besetting sin, and only that morning she had yielded to the temptation of gazing at herself in the mirror and thinking she was very pretty. Pére Monsabré looked at her steadily for a minute, and then, in his soft, musical voice, he inquired kindly : ‘Is that all, my daughter?” “Yes, father, that is all."’ “Then, my daugh go in peace. For to make a mistake is no sin."—Lrverpool Post. comicbooks.com