Take any rows of figures, reverse the order, and subtract the lesser from the greater--the difference will certainly be always nine or a multiple of nine. For example, 5,071 minus 1,705 equals 3,366. Add these digits and you have eighteen, and one and eight make the familiar nine. You have the same result no matter how you raise the numbers by squares and cubes. One more way is given by which number nine shows its strange powers. Write down any number you please, add its digits, and then subtract the sum of said digits from the original number. No matter what numbers you start with, the sum of the digits in the answer will be nine. Try these experiments, and you will be delighted with the exact manner in which they prove the statement. Some quaint puzzles have been made based on these fixed principles. Launch New United States Ship in June. The new superdreadnaught _Arizona_ will be launched early in June. As soon as it takes the water, preparations will begin for the laying of the keel of the still greater superdreadnaught _California_. The launching of the _Arizona_ is expected to prove one of the greatest naval celebrations in the history of New York. Ninety-pound Voter, Still in Knee Pants. John Smith, of Recluse, Miss., still in knee pants and weighing a little less than ninety pounds, is the smallest voter in the South. John attained his majority a few days ago and hastened to the depot for a ticket to Gulfport, the county seat, to get out his registration papers and be qualified as a full-sized man voter. When he asked for the ticket, the agent handed him a child’s half-fare one. John was set back at this, but remarked that the agent didn’t know anything anyway. He would show them something when he came back from Gulfport. When the conductor passed him in the train and shouted “Ticket, sonny!” John wanted to fight, but again he managed to control himself. When he entered the court clerk’s office in Gulfport, he was asked: “Want an errand boy’s job, kiddo?” “No, dog-gone it,” yelled John, “I want to register.” “The deuce you do,” shouted the clerk. But John submitted birth-registration papers and took oath as to his age. He was registered and now had the right to vote. His chest swelled. Just at that time the candidate for next term of court clerk entered and said, “Hello, kid.” “Now, that’s where you lost a vote,” answered John indignantly. The candidate apologized when he learned the facts. John, with his ninety pounds, knee pants, and registration papers, went back to Recluse. He now struts about the town discussing the tariff, the effect of the Mexican situation on the chances of the Democratic party, and everything his father talks about. And he doesn’t stand for any “kidding” about it, either. Man Shows a Prophetic Egg.