They call her "Little Keno" now.
THE OLD SWEET SONGS.
A Boston girl sings: "What is home without a mother," while the old lady
is mending her daughter's stockings. There is something sweet about those
old songs.
FAILURE OF A SOLID INSTITUTION.
We are astonished to see that a Boston dealer in canned goods has failed.
If there is one branch of business that ought to be solid it is that of
canning fruits and things, for there must be the almightiest profit on it
that there is on anything. It must be remembered that the stuff is canned
when it is not salable in its natural state.
If the canners took tomatoes, for instance, when they first came around,
at half a dollar for six, and canned them, there would be some excuse for
charging twenty-five cents for a tin thing full, but they wait until the
vines are so full of tomatoes that the producer will pay the cartage if
you will haul them away, and then the tomatoes are dipped into hot water
so the skin will drop off and they are chucked into cans that cost two
cents each, and you pay two shillings for them, when you get hungry for
tomatoes. The same way with peas, and peaches, and everything.
Did you ever try to eat canned peas? They are always old back numbers that
are as hard and tasteless as chips, and are canned after they have been
dried for seed.
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