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A poor old soul, 87 years old, in Spokane, grieved herself to death because she had invested her savings in the worthless stock of the L. R. Steel corporations. There should be some positive means of preventing the sale of worthless stocks to the American people. Most people have an idea that they are perfectly capable of looking out for themselves but not infrequently find that they have been duped by some smooth-talking individual and have in their strong box, in the place of some good government securities, or a bank book, worthless paper. Then there is a class of Americans, many of them women, but also a considerable sprinkling of men, who know but little of business and of values, but who have implicit faith in human nature and take the word of any bunco steerer who happens along. It would not be carrying paternalism too far for the government to protect these people from scoundrels who deliberately lie them out of their savings.

SILVER FLORIDA POLITICAL CHATTER.
As for Hiram Johnson, now wandering like Wotan in a world worthy of him, Florida throws light on him. Somewhere he glooms and darkles, not a candidate, but witness—to the bad character of things in general. Who is to be the political boss and steersman of the administration, the chief of Mr. Hardin's next campaign? Read the word in the flowers: Harry Daugherty, Harry New. Take your choice.

For the democratic leaders, sitting the sun and the sand, the wisdom attributed to them is almost as brilliant as the sun.  Antiant as that bestowed by the legends upon the republican brethren. There is much edifying talk about democratic candidates. People sleep easily the sun. They talk in their sleep. 