Herring’s Hay Making Machine, for making hay in cloudy weather, and Rollin’s improved Iron Pump, for the use of newspaper reporters, also deserve mention. [THE INVENTION OF THE AGE.] In naming this pump to be used by interviewers, we must not forget an ingenious little instrument invented expressly for the protection of the parties interviewed. It is a silver-plated contrivance, which may be readily fastened to the bottom of any chair. The interviewer is invited to take a seat. At his first impertinent remark, a little knob is touched and a flat implement shaped like a No. 22 foot, begins bouncing up and down at the rate of seventy bumps a minute, and before the reporter knows what has happened, the top of his head is interviewing the ceiling of the room. [Illustration] When he comes down to see what’s the matter, this implement follows him to the door, accelerates his progress down stairs, and giving him a parting bump on the sidewalk, shuts the front door and hops up stairs again. The papers pooh-poohed this contrivance, but it gained a first prize nevertheless. A French apparatus for winding silk out of cocoons was also truly wonderful. While the cocoons are serenely enjoying their dinner or dreaming of the pains and pleasures of the world, a huge bobbin is quietly unravelling their interior department. They don’t know what has been going on till they turn around and see the silk dress which has been stolen from them. We stopped for a moment before a condensed baker, and saw crackers and biscuit baked, buttered, and eaten by steam. This made us think of lunch. We selected the American Restaurant from the many within the inclosure, and entered. We were politely handed chairs and a bill of fare. The chairs were low,--the bill must have been made out on the top of Sawyer’s Observatory, there was no other way to get it so high. The list was printed in three languages, and the customer was expected to pay in half a dozen languages, though only allowed to eat in an a b c. We drank a cup of tea, ate a biscuit, looked at the _Beefsteak à la mode de Paris_, and the _Potatoes fricasse haute nouveate_, sighed, and left our watches in pledge, while we sallied out to try to raise the amount of our bill on our life insurance. After completing this negotiation at the International Insurance Bureau, we started for the Horticultural Building, but the MODEL CEMETERY which we were obliged to pass, suited the state of our feelings so well that we paused to examine it.--We soliloquized:-- [THE UNDERTAKER’S DRUMMER--A DEAD BEAT.]