Bemoorai fata. Bellefonte, Pa., June 13, 1902 THE RECALLING OF GEORGE. It seemed good to the Sheriff to be here —out in the open country, travelling the winding roads and passing the farm houses that stand beside; good to be going home, if only for a week; good to ride with Speckled George, for he had known Speckled George for a long, long time. And that which seemed good to the Sheriff seemed good to Speckled George too; so Speckled George handled the reins with a flourish and chirruped to Old Dan, the mule, and sang lusty snatches of a corn-shucking song as they rode down along the long stretch of road between the stubble-land and the cotton. Master and man were the Sheriff and Speckled George, and they had been mas- ter and man since the Sheriff, a red-headed white boy, hadrled the freckled-face quad- roon-mulatto in daring forays into unguard- ed melon patches and the orchards that lay at hand. Master and man--that was the way the Sheriff and Speckled George thought of it. No theory of social equality would suit these men of the old regime. Each claim- ed his social distinction, and each scorned a newly-fashioned notion. Bat who could cavil at such an obvious, such an orthodox, relation as that of master and man. Really, they were old friends—men who bad lived together close to the good red earth, and who had grown old together. Who knew the Sheriff like Speckled George; and who knew Speckled George like the Sheriff ? The Sheriff’s hair was snow-white, and his face was rubicund, and be was fat—dis- tinctly so. Speckled George had no hair —at least not any to speak of—and no fat; but his light yellow features, wrinkled now by a lifetime of laughter, were still sprink- led with the reddish-brown spots where in childhood the sunlight had kissed him. This morning the sunlight was kissing him again, and beyond him it fell softer than a maiden’s touch on the Sheriff’s forehead and the white bair that lay above. People said they were old—the Sheriff and Speck- ed George—but they and the sunlight knew better. Perhaps they were akin to the sunlight—these two—which, although old. is ever young. The Sheriff had not always been sheriff. Before his fellow-citizens had honored him with public office he bad lived on the old plantation where he and George had been born, and when the ‘exigencies of public life’’ had compelled his removal to the ‘courthouse town,’’ he yielded but reluc- tantly, and had taken Geoige with him to sweep out his office, to talk to him, and to ‘‘putter’” around generally, until the time should come—as it surely would come— when the said fellow-citizens, withdrawing their favor, wonld elect another man. That time bad not come yet, but the Sheriff, tired of the dull routine of courts and warrants, was going home, for a week at least, there to wander around with George, to watch the ploughmen turn the mellow rufous soil and to listen to the click of the dull steel blades as the hoe- hands thinned the cotton. It would be good, too, to lie in his old hammock on the cool, quiet porches, listening to the drowsy monotone of the flower-hunting bees; good to laugh and joke again with passing neigh- bors; and good, if perchance a summer shower should ‘‘raise’’ the little creek, to go fishing there with earth-worms for bait, and catch ‘‘pearch’’ and the broad-headed, spiny catfish. And in thinking of the good times com- ing, the Sheriff’s spirits rose higher still, so that he told George old tales which George already knew, laughing loudly the while at his own ready wit and invention. Thus chattering and communing, they came at last, by grace of God and the good nature of the mule, to the gray house in the edge of the hills, and there they alight- ed. And that night the Sheriff lay in his bammock on the old rose-covered porch, dozing and dreaming, while George, his bald head shining in the slanting rays of the gibbous moon, sat on the oaken steps, holding beneath his chin a patched and battered violin, from whieh his nimble fingers drew old tunes and half-forgotten strains—* ‘Shear Dem Sheep’’ and ‘‘Phila- delphy Gals’ and ‘‘Ole Kentucky Home?’ —drifting at last into a wild, weird melody, all his own, which held all the sadness of the sighing pines, all the sweetness of the sleeping roses. Listening, the Sheriff thought of bygone things and sighed; and down in the cabins the half-frightened negroes whispered that George was talking —talking through his tremulous music—to a woman’ who long ago had died. But when morning came there was no longer room for sadness nor for misty mem- ories, so filled was the world with life, and the keen, sharp joy of living. Therefore Speckled George laughed anew and pre- sented ’Riar Mack with a ‘'cunjer’’ bag, made of a piece of green calico, and two or three pebbles from the brook. He would have put a lizard’s skin in it only he didn’t have time to catch the lizard, for the Sher- iff was calling him. Then they weut on a long tramp through the woods and the abandoned fields, to a place where summer grapes used to grow; then back by the foot-log across the creek, and on over the hills, till they came to the house again. Then, when George had found a shady place and had settled him- self lazily, the Sheriff. thinking of yester- day’s purpose, set out to fetch Parson Dodd, for a joke on George was fresh in his memory, and he wished to tell Dodd of the bull, and of how quickly George had climbed that tree. Bat George, though lulled into half-un- consciousness by thie hypnotic play of sun- light and shadow, bad already divined the cause of the Sheriff’s haste. Still, he but watched the heat-waves rise and shimmer in the dusty road. caught with expanded “nostrils the earthy odor of the fields, and stretched himself and groaned in sheer con- tent. Suddenly a new idea came. It startled the negro, and he sat straight up, a merry light twinkling in his cunning eyes. Al- most he was minded—almost, and yet—— A blue jay flew up from the garden fence, voicing a raucous cry : **Doit!” *‘Doit !"”” he seemed to say. “Yea! yea! yea!’ and tlew away, screaming in derision, Back in the hewn log kitchen there was a sound as of one beating the biscuit dongh with a wooden roller. “Better mint my brudder How yer walk on de cross Ef yo' foot slip Den yo’ soul be los’ sang ’Riar Mack, cook and housekeeper in one, intent on her business. Speckled George listened and looked about carefully. There was no one else, and the spring path lay temptingly open. He slipped his enmbering shoes from his feet, settled his hat more firmly, and took the spring path with along, ‘“‘loping’? trot. ‘ain’ half looked !”’ ‘“‘Hit ain’t very fur over dar,”’ he re- marked approvingly, as he passed the spring and crossed a dividing fence. Then, as he came to another fence, he halted a moment, then scouted warily along a bedgerow. Beyond the hedge was a melon patch, with every melon distinctly mark- ed. Parson Dodd’s melons they were; but George didn’t look at them then—he was busy reconnoitring the paths. At last, as the coast seemed clear, he went in bold- ly, and took of the best. *‘Is Parson Dodd gwineter know dese melons ?”’ queried the negro, addressing himself. Then, noting the marks, he nod- ded sagely. Speckled George felt sure that he would. When, at high noon, the Sheriff came back again, arm in arm with the Parson, Speckled George was sleeping the sleep of the just; but there were rinds on the front porch—melon rinds—rattlesnake melons at that ! Parson Dodd alone grew rattlesnake melons. The Parson was a good soul, but suspicious; and at the last court the crowd bad rallied him about those melons. The Sheriff gazed at the uncomely refuse in amazement. He thought the sight a slar on his housekeeping. *¢ 'Riar Mack ! ’Riar Mack !"’ be shout- ed wrathfully, “What the dev—’’ then stopped suddenly, remembering the Par- son’s presence. The Parson moved a rind gingerly with his foot. Yes; there were his initials ‘‘D. D.,”’ representing David Dodd, just as he had suspected. The Sheriff he knew was given to jokes, but this deserved reproof. In his heart the Parson was hurt, but he was not angry. ‘‘Brother Reese,’”’ he said very gently, “I'd a gin you them melans for the ask- in.’ ” IL Afterwards, when the day of the melons had passed, and the truth had been fully told, Speckled George found himself in trouble, for the Sheriff was angry—so an- gry, in fact, that he had gone back to town alone, and Speckled George was left to his own devices. Parson Dodd was angry too, and Big Ben, the Parson’s black man, bad said that the Parson had a warrant for George—was going to ‘‘jail’’ him for melon stealing; but that troubled George not a whit. Didn’t the Sheriff control that jail ? But the other matter—the Sheriff’s casting him off; that was the part that was serious. It seemed to Speckled George that life was suddenly become a harder thing than he had ever known, and that his small world —a world hitherto of laughter and of kind- ly light—had, somehow, drifted into the shadows. Even ‘Riar Mack, once his good friend and true, was now stern and coldly unsympathetic. To escape the clacking of her wearisome tongue,’ the old man wandered forth into the hot sun and the fields. Absently he crossed the furrowed iand, coming at last to the weedy fallows which lay beyond. *‘Une’ Gawge! Oh, Unc’ Gawge !”’ call- ed a ploughman, willing to stop and gossip; but the old man did not heed; neither did he hear the partridges piping in the wheat- stubble, nor the blue-jays calling from the orchard fence. He only stopped irresolute- ly and looked longingly down the far red stretch of the road. It was a lonely road, and the old man was troubled—troubled, he told himself, because of the Sheriff. Down in the narrow ‘‘bottom’’ where the foot-log lay there was aswirl and a rush of water, for the creek was rising as only a hill creek can, because of the rains above. Alieady the ploughman’s ears bad caught its sullen roaring, and he shook his head ominously in fear for the lowland corn. A man, too, had been drowned in that creek, once—drowned «t the foot-log crossing. The ploughman shuddered at the thought andustopped a moment to hearken. Then his eye fell once more on the old man,seat- ed now by the roadside fence. *‘Une’ Gawge !”’ he called again. ‘Unc’ Gawge !”’ But the other was lost in his reverie. ‘Fifty yeahs,’”” he mumbled to himself. ‘Fifty yeahs wid him as boy an’ as man; an’ now it have come down ter dis !”? His head sank dejectedly, and with a lit- tle stick he marked nervously in the fine dust at his feet. “Who gwine ten’ ter dat mizzabul ole white man ?”’ he queried, ‘‘Who gwine ten’ ter 'im after Speckle George done gone? Who gwine fix him de toddy an’ git im hot water ferhe shavin’?”’ He raised his head at the thought, and cackled a queer broken laugh, but there were tears in his voice, not laughter. Then his eyes wandered back to the house. Yonder, on the same night, he and the Sheriff had been born—he in a cabin in the yard, the Sheriff in ‘‘de big ’ouse’’; yonder they had lived together, sharers in each other’s joys, partakers in each other’s sorrows; and yonder the Sheriff had cast him off—thrown him aside after he was old. Surely his world had slipped its gear- ing and reason bad gone astray. Then suddenly a swift resolution came. He knew it all now—knew it well enough ! Yonder, across the yellow water racing through the ‘‘bottoms,’’ behind the blue line of the intervening hills, his master was waiting for him—waiting and watch- ing for old Speckled George! The ploughman saw him rise, saw him take his laboring way over the furrowed field, saw him reach the crest of the near- by hill, saw him look one time backward, then vanish down the path. At the nar- row, shaking foot-log the swift water raced and ran, leaping upwards as if grasping for the feet of those who passed; and late in the afternoon a little boy found Speckled George’s hat caught in the tangled drift- ‘wood a half mile farther down. In the meantime the Sheriff bad planned his counter-stroke. It irritated him that George should have trapped him so easily. “You hint it aroun’, Parson, that you’re goin’ to get ont a warrant,”’ he had said. ‘‘The niggers ’11 tote him the news, an’ I'll go down to-night an’ see how he takes it. We'll skeer him plumb nigh to death, Parson—plumb nigh to death !”’ And later he had taken theroad to hunt up George and to magnify, by solemn and apposite remarks, the negro’s supposed fears. But when he arrived at the ‘‘old place’’ George was not there. Instead, ’Riar Mack met him with downcast eyes and an ashen- gray, tired face. ‘‘Marse Bob,’ she said in a hollow voice —hollow, with a note of reproach trembling in its solemn tones. ‘‘We’s in pow’ful trouble. Dey ain’t tell yo’ yit, is dey, Marse Bob ?’’ ‘“Trouble ! What is it ?"’ The tears rose in the woman’s eyes. ‘‘Speckle George, he bin in trouble dis mornin’, Marse Bob. Dey say he wuz feared about dem milyuns. Marse Bob, dey fine Speckle George hat down by de big raff—down in de creek—but dey oyarn fine Speckle George.’’ For a moment the Sheriff was stunned. Then his voice broke out sharp and in- sistent. “They ain’t looked !’’ he said. ‘‘They And with hasty, tremulous footsteps he took his way over the hill, toward the deep swirling water where the big raft lay. At the foot of the hill he met those who had been dragging the creek and search- ing. Big lusty farmbands they were, black of skin and muscular of figure. For hours they had been searching, but nothing had come of it. The creek bed was full of deep holes and eddies, When the water should fall—to-morrow, perhaps, or the next day—no doubt the bloated corpse wonld show itself, covered by dank, mud- stained rags and hanging on some drifting mass of logs and floating brush. They were tired now and disheartened,and were going home to rest and to wait for the morning. It was only when he reached the creek that the Sheriff permitted the thought of its being already too late. But there the darkness was falling. Up through the val- leys, gray-robed in silver mist, the vague shadows crept, slowly and stealthily; and out in the stream the water soughed like a drowning man and sighed. Lying around were the drag-hooks and the chains, still wet, just as the negroes had left them; while on a bare, dead bush hung the worn old bat that he knew so well. He knew how it happened now—knew that he himself was to blame—knew how old George had felt when, abandoned by every friend, he had crept to the creek alone, and, with no eye save God’s to see, had ended all—all the laughter, all the tears—in the quivering black [depths out there. ‘‘George !”’ he called quaveringly. But only the dark hill pines gave an- swer. He was dead then—dead for the sake of a langh! A dry sob rose in the Sheriff’s throat, and his shoulders shook. Then his head sank on his breast, and he stood for a long time motionless. When he looked up again the stars had come out and the night fog had reached to the tops of the hills. Hopelessly he took the steep path homeward, a bent and broken old man, whose faltering footsteps scarce served to bear his body. And as he went he listen- ed for George, and when he reached his house he wandered aimlessly, driven by his deep remorse, from room to room, call- ing unceasingly : *‘George !"’—the strong voice that had so often made the rafters ring with its mirth now trembled like that of a pleading child —*''Oh George !"” And the awe-stricken, yet pitying, negroes, hearing it with shud- dering and with moaning, covered their heads lest the very ha’nts should come to bear the old man company. Silent in its corner lay the cracked old violin, and the moonlight was falling in a vacant place. Away off over the hills a dog howled mournfully, and the silences of the misty purple-gray woodland were broken by a screech owl’s eerie cry. The sleeper stirred. ‘George I” he muttered. Then, as if in answer, there was a move- ment on the dusty road, the gate latch clicked, and a hatless man, tired and bent and bald, came creeping into the silent porch. Aft the hammock side he stopped, and looked wistfully into the sleeper’s face. Then slipping away, he came again, bear- ing the battered violin. Very quietly he sat down in his accustomed place, and very tenderly he tucked the polish wood beneath his chin. Softly, and with caressing mo- tion, the horse-bair touched the tightened strings, and as softly as the dew-fall comes the old-time tunes began. Soft and low, with trill and quiver, the first clear notes arose, filling the gray house as with voices, and drifting into the far-off cabins. And the frightened negroes, huddling close and quaking, told each other, with bated breath, that George, obedient to his master’s call, had come back, even from the gates of the spirit land ; that grim ghosts were gibber- ing in the old white house, and from the tree tops a woman was calling. But the Sheriff, waking, saw only an honest, speckled face low bent above a gliding bow. ‘‘George !”’ he called very softly. ‘Is that you, George ?”’ ‘Yas, suh,”’ the figure answered; ** ’tis so! An’I needs a new hat, Marse Bob, kase my ole un done fell in de creek !”’ —By E. Crayton McCants, in Everybody's Magazine. Sven Hedin Baffled. il the newspapers have announced the arrival in Cashmere of the famous explorer, Sven Hedin, from his fields of explorations in Central Asia. No cable reports, how- ever, have reached this country with regard to his adventures in Thibet while crossing that vast country to India, except the va- gue statement that he lost a part of his ex- pedition. : The telegraphic dispatch which he has sent to the King of Sweden shows that he had a most exciting time while traveling through that forbidden country. His dis- patch is lacking in detail, but gives a brief outline of his adventures. It appears that he could not resist the temptation of making an effort, like many explorers before him, to reach the forbidden city of Lhasa. So he disguised himself as a pilgrim, and succeeded in approaching Lbasa within a few miles. The town was thrown into much exoite- ment by the sudden discovery thai a for- eigner was approaching the city, and he was at once made a prisoner. Fortunately for the explorer, he was not tortured as the Englishman Lander was when he tried to reach Lhasa from the north. Hedin was well treated by the express command of the Dalai Lama. Perbaps this was partly due to the friendly relations which seem to have been established by the mission which, at the request of the Czar of Russia, was sent to St. Petersburg about a year ago by the Dalai Lama. Hedin, however, not content with the failure of his first attempt, made another effort ‘to reach the city. This time 500 -Thibetan soldiers sent against him attack- ed him without any parley and destroyed a large part of his caravan. This put an end to his ambition to reach Lhasa. As he had only a few followers, his words referring to the loss of his caravan apply very likely to his baggage train of camels. He says that he managed to save ‘‘the re- sults of my expedition,’”” which probably refers to the voluminous note booke which, as he reported earlier, contained the minute details of many interesting discoveries; al- £0 his map material, on which he had spent much labor, his surveys being so detailed that, as he said, he would be able to make large scale maps of all the regions visited. It is to be hoped also that he was able to save the relics of the earlier civilization he discovered in the Gobi desert, which he was bringing home. His reverse would have been truly disastrous if he had lost his note notebooks and route surveys, for then he would not have been able to make the detailed report he expects to publish of the resuit of his long labors. ’ Fly Time, First Spider—Have you had your parlor done over ? **Yes, with fly paper. A Graphic Description. Professor Heilprin Tells of His Visit to Mont Pelee. FORT DE FRANCE, Juue 4.—8 p. m.— Professor Angelo Heilprin, presideut of the Philadelphia Geographical society, who is here for the National Geographical society came into Fort de France last night from hisiexplorations of the crater on the sum- mit of Mont Pelee. Professor Heilprin is well and in good spirits. He has rested from the fatigues of his last trip, and is ready for more work. The following important points have been settled by Professor Heilprin : The location of the new crater has been accurately determined. It is positively &nown that there has been no overflow of molten matter from the lip of the crater; there has heen no subsidence of the moun- tain and the height of Mont Pelee is un- changed. The crater does not contain a cinderstone. There has been no topograph- ical alterations of the country. The period of violent eruptions has probably ended, although the volcano may continue to be quietly active for a long time to come. - Referring to his expedition Professor Heilprin said to-day to the coriespondent of the Associated Press : I left Fort de France with Mr. Leadbet- ter the morning of May 29th and reached Acier at 7 o’clock in the evening of the 30th. May 31 we made our first ascent of the volcano. We left Acier at 5:30 and Vive at half past 7 o'clock in the worning. The party consisted of Mr. Leadbetter and myself and three colored boys. We were on mule back. At an altitude of 700 me- ters we began the ascent of the arete. We passed along its east side aud slightly to the north of the mountain. We arrived at the lip of the old crater, the former site of Lake Palmiste, at 11 o’clock. Here it be- gan raining. Rain clouds and the clouds from the volcano enveloped us and we could not see ten feet. A terrific thunder storm had begun and we sat on the edge of the crator for some time, speculating whether the detonations we heard were of thunder or from the volcano. As we after- wards found the river Fallaise to be boil- ing, the detonations were probably vol- canie. “The extreme top of the volcano is cov- ered with cinders, scoriae, boulders and angular rocks which had been ejected from the crater. Further down the mountain is covered with ashes and mud, and these are thick on the arete. On our way down at Acter we met Mr. George Kennan and his party and determined to attempt a second ascent the nextday, June 1. The day was intensely hot and it was raining. When we reached the old crater it was again enveloped in vapor. Between lifts in the clouds of vapor we could see the new cra- ter, of which Mr. Varian made an excellent sketch. Suddenly the vapor cleared away and we made a dash forward. We reached the edge of the new crater, and from where we stood we could have dropped stones iu- to the white mass within. As we stood on the edge of the crater a sublime spectacle began. I now have some conception of what is going on inside the earth, and have been a spectator of nature's secret interior work. We were assailed with noise. Far below theie was a hissing of steam like that of a thousand locomo- tives, as well as violent detonations. The principal output of the crater while we were there was steam. The phenomena were limited and were not essentially dif- ferent from those of other volcanoes in ac- tion. The eruption of Mont Pelee on the 8th was unique in that it caused the great- est destruction of life and property ever known by direct agency of a voleano. The phenomenon of the explosion’of flaming gases is probably -new, but a careful study of observations is necessary before an opin- ion can be reached. The electrical phenom- ena arealso new. They probably didnot play the chief role in the destruction of St. Pierre, but were developed by and aided by the other forces. The Great Coal Strike. Engineers and Pumpmen Join the Miners and Add to the Great Army of Unemployed Workmen in Penn- sylvania. WILKESBARRE, Pa., June 1.—There isa feeling prevailing at president Mitchell’s headquarters tonight that the strike order issued by the executive committee of the United Mine Workers will be generally. obeved by the engineers, firemen, and pumpmen tomorrow and that these will join the striking miners. The only place where there is considerable opposition to the order is in the Lackawanna region, and it is claimed that this opposition will dis- appear. It 1s said that the sentiment among the miners is so strong in favor of the engineers, firemen and pumpmen join- ing them that many will practically be forced to come out. : LOSS DUE TO THE STRIKE. A careful calculation shows that in the three anthracite districts there are 5547 boilers, 3826 engines and 917 pumps. The discharge of water each minute is estimated at 366,424 gallons. In all there are 357 collieries. To operate this machinery there are 3200 firemen, 1070 engineers and 1425 pumpmen. Of these it is said tonight that 4,480 voted for the strike and 1215 against it. The miners’ leaders say that of the fatter number fully 75 per cent. will go out tomorrow rather than face the wrath and taunts of their fellows. It is estimated that up to last night the strike has cost the miners in wages $3,890,- 000. The loss to the employees other than miners in the region is placed at $904,500, the loss to the business men at $2,250,000 and the loss to all operators based on the usual price of coal at $7,806,000. Thus it is figured that the strike has cost $14,850,500 in three weeks and the amount will grow larger with each day inasmuch as the operators have to provide forthe men that are guarding the mines and for the non-union men who will take the places of the strikers at the engines and pumps. Daring Vacation. Provide Your Boy Employment So He Will Not Con- tract Bad Habits. An exchange imparts valuable wisdom in the following : Put your boy to work if he is not at school. If there is nothing else to do, put him to whitewashing the back fence. Keep the lawn mowed, and even cut the winter supply of wood. Anything is better for him than loafing about town at the head end of a cigarette stump, learn- ing all the evil and contracting all the vices the devil keeps afloat to catch idlers. No honest labor will hurt your boy, but the evil habits he may contract on the streets may kill his soul and poison his moral na- ture so as to make him a detriment to the community in which he lives and bow down his gray haired parents with sorrow. If the fathers and mothers of today would learn the importance of training their sons to be industrious and keep them off the streets, the coming generation would be better; in- estimably better off. Points of Interest About The Pennsyl vania State College. In connection with the annual commence- ment exercises at The Pennsylvania State College, which have just come to such a successful close, it seems most opportune to furnish some infermation to others than those who were fortunate enough to be in attendance. The College is always an ob- jective point to people of this community who are entertaining friends from a dis- tance, and a day cannot he more pleasantly or profitably spent than in wandering over the beautiful campus there or through the fine buildings thatornament it. Many who visit the place come away with little or no conception of the scope of the work doue there and for the benefit of such we publish the following list of places you should see. Even to the uncompre- hending mind many of the things to be seen will be entertaining, but to many of the visitors they will bave an import that will be of personal value as well as serve to impress upon the strangers fiom a distance the advantages of our great institution of learning : MAIN BUILDING. Facing main entrance, Relief map of the State. Business OFFIcE. No. 170, First Floor. MINEROLOGICAL LABORATORY. Room 126, first floor. THE PENNSYLVANIA MINING EXHIBIT AT THE WORLD'S COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION. In the basement. Entrance through room 126, first floor. Crude oils and their refined products. Model of primitive iron furnace. Clays, tile, brick, ete. Building stones, iron ores, paint ores, etc. DEPARTMENT OF INDUSTRIAL ART AND DEsiGN, Rooms 274-284 second floor. Partial display of students’ work. LiBRARY AND READING Room. No. 226. second floer. ZOOLOGICAL floor. Z0OLOGICAL LABORATORY and exhibition of students’ work and collections, room 205, second floor. PsycHOLOGICAL LABORATORY AND LEc- TURE Rooms 329-339, third floor. Brain models, specimens and Experimental apparatus. Students’ work. MvusetM. Room 214, second BRILL AND SCHROEDER MATHEMATICAL MopeLs. Room 437. Open 5to 6 p.m. on Wednesday. AGRICULTURAL First Floor. Chemical laboratory for students. Fertilizers and fats from bones. Collection of plant ingredients. Second Floor. Bacteriological laboratory. Charts, models, specimens, etc. Grasses of Pennsylvania. Part of Agricultural Exhibit of Pennsylva- nia at the World’s Columbian Exposition. COLLEGE FARM. Registered Polled Angus and dairy Short- Horns. a AGRICULTURAL EXPERIMENT STATION, STATION BUILDING—First Floor. Appliances for the analysis of fertilizers, foods, feeding-stutfs, milk, butter, ete. Second Floor. Offices of Correspondence Courses. Collection of farm seeds. Varieties of grain in the sheaf. Incubators. RESPIRATION-CALORIMETER. Building. Apparatus erected in co-operation with the 3. Department of Agriculture for scientific investigations upon the nutri- tion of domestic animals. BUILDING (TEMPORARY). Near Station CREAMERY. Near Station Building. The separator will be run from 7:00 to 8:30 a. m. each day. Pasteurizing milk and cream for retail trade 8 a. m. daily. Churning with combined churn and work- er at 9:00 a. m. daily. STATION BARN. Registered and Grade Guernseys. Herd of Registered Improved English Berk shire swine. Flocks of pure-bred poultry. Stave silo. Appliances for feeding and digestion ex- periments. EXPERIMENTS IN PROGRESS. Test of calf meal. Tests of varieties of wheat, oats and pota- toes 16th year. Leguminous soiling crops. Test of flat pea. : Variety tests of cow peas. General fertilizer experiment, 20th year. Varieties of small fruits. Novelties in shrubs and evergreens. Whole vs. piece-root apple grafting. BOTANICAL BUILDING, Collection of woods and botanical specimens. Collection of tree, flower and weed seeds. Recitation room and botanical laboratory. Conservatory and propagating house. . CHEMISTRY AND PHYSICS BUILDING. CHEMICAL. Chemical lecture rooms and laboratories. Assaying laboratory. The Dr. Pugh Memorial Collection. Museum of chemical industry. The museum contains specimens of raw, half-finished and finished products pertain- ing to all sorts of chemical manufactures. The great industries of dye-stuffs, pigments, white lead, oils, paper, starch, salt, china, soap, etc., are all represented. PHYSICS. Physical lecture rooms and laboratories. ‘Wireless Telegraphy.” : Apparatus and instruments of precision. ENGINEERING BUILDING. PowgER PLANT, Boiler House. Room 3, Engines and Dynamos. LABORATORIES, Room 6. Hydraulic Appliances. Hot Air Engines. Injectors, ete. Automobile built by students. Room 7. 150 H. P. Experimental Corliss Engine. . Gas Engine. : Testing Machines. (Iron, Steel, Cement, Lubricant.) Air Compressor. Air Brakes. Room 12. Hydraulic Appliances. Calorimeters. (Coal, Ash, Gas, etc.) Rooms H. & I. Dynamo Electric Machinery. Electrical Instruments. . Electrolytic Appliances. Electric Railway Equipment. High Pressure Transformers. SHOPS WITH STUDENTS WORK. Room B—Forging. Room C—Machine Shop. Room D—Foundry. Room E—Carpentry. Room F—Wood Working Machinery. Room G—Wood Turning, MECHANICAL MUuseEuM. Room 11. DrAWING RooMs WITH STUDENTS’ WORK, Rooms 30," 31, 32, 36, 38, 39. SURVEYING INSTRUMENTS. Room 37. MECHANIC ARTS BUILDING. Model of a plant for cleaning impure lead, gold and silver ores. Working model of a coal breaker and coal washer, Full-sized three compartment jig and eleva— tor belts. Coal mining car. * OBELISK OF PENNSYLVANIA BUILDING STONES (Campus near Armory.) THE PENNSYLVANIA STATE COLLEGE. The State College is supported by the joint. action of the United States and the State of Pennsylvania, under a legislative contract. Congress conveyed to the State a valuable gift of public lands, on condition that it should provide a College where the leading: object should be,— “Wi ithout excluding other Scientific and Classic- al studies, and including Military Tactics, to- teach such branches of learning as are related to- Agriculture and the Mechanic Arts, in order [Note the object] to promote the liberal and practical education of the industrial classes in the several pursuits and professions in life.” . The State of Pennsylvania, by act of Leg- islature (1863) accepted this gift *‘with all its provisions and conditions,” and pledged “the faith of the State” to carry, the same into effect. The College, in compliance with the Law of Congress, provides a liberal” education, by means of studies in Modern Languages. (English, German, French, Italian, Spanish). the Ancient Classics, History, Political Science, Pedagogics, Philosophy, and Ethics. It provides a ‘practical’ education, by maintaining thorough and efficient courses. in Agriculture, Biology, Chemistry, Engineer- ing, (Civil, Electrical, Mechanical and Min- ing), Physics, Mathematics, &e., combined. with a very large amount of practical appli- cations in the Laboratory, Shop, or Field. It provides an education both “liberal” and ‘practical’ by infusing the education (or pedagogical) idea into every practical course, and the idea of practical utility into- every theoretical course. PENNSYLVANIA STATE COLLEGE. The next College year opens Thursday, September 18th, 1902, at 8 a. m. Examinations for Admission will be held at theCollege Tuesday and, Wednesday, Sep- tember 16th and 17th,beginning at 8:30 a. m., each day. Local Examinations will also be held at. Philadelphia, Harrisburg and Reading (Y. M. C. A. Rooms in each city) ; Scranton and Johnstown (High School) ; Pittsburg (Cen- tral Board of Education), Thursday and Fri- day, June 26th and 27th, beginning each day at9 a.m, and 2:30 p. m. Candidates who desire to do so, may divide the examinations, taking a part of the subjects in June and the Jemaining subjects in September at the Col- ege. _ IE you should visit the institution at any time during a vacation period inquiry will discover some person 1n authority about the: place who will be glad to give you the op- portunity of seeing any or all of the prinei- pal points noted above. Care of Roses. How to Deal With Insects That Blight Bushes and’ Flowers. Happy the rose grower who gathers roses unmarred by worm and blight, with foliage: perfect in form and color; but with the June roses that is almost an impossibility. Rose bugs, slugs, and caterpillar ; rose: thrips, blith and mildew conspire to make the life of the rose grower one of ceaseless activity and constant vigilance. The simplest all around preventive meas- ure lies in freely pruning-and thinning the branches of the plants, that the air and sunshine may have free access to every part. of the bush, and the application of water from hose and syringe, with sufficient force to dislodge any insects that may infest the: plant, care being taken to reach every part of the plant, especially the under side of’ the leaves. ia The small green worms which draw the leaves together with a slight net cannot be- removed in this way, the most effectual method of destroying them being to go over the bushes, pinching the leaves between the thumb and finger, or more agreeable, with a spring clothespin. The spiraes, too: will need this attention. In some varieties, as the billardi, the leaves on the lips of the branches will be found drawn together over the blossom buds, and the buds completely destroyed. In varieties giving but a single crop of flowers during the summer this is quite a serious matter and should have prompt attention. For the destruction of rose bugs, shower- ing the plants with the paris green solu-- tion is the most effectual remedy, using one teaspoonful to four gallons of water. If must be used promptly as these are of all rose pests the most unsightly and destruc- tive, eating the full blown roses and quick- ly destroying the blossoms of an ensire bed. —June Pilgrim. Cut in Two by the Cars Near Milton. William Durkee, aged 16 years, who re- sides in Shamokin, was ridivg on a freight. train on the Reading railroad near West Milton Thursday night intending with friends to visit Milton. Durkee was sitting on a brake wheel when the train came to a. stop. A sudden start was at once made and Durkee was thrown between the cars and the wheels passed over his body cut-. ting it in two. His horrified friends notified the train crew and the remains of the unfortunate young man were picked up and sent to his home on the next train going east. Aft the time of the accident Darkee was holding a rose between his lips and it was still there when he was found by the wit- nesses to the tragedy. Durkee was an employe of one of the mines at Shamokin, as were also his com- panions, and was idle owing to the strike and was going to Milton in search of work when the accident occurred. When Small Boys Use Big Words. The boy in the boarding house, accord- ing to the New York Evening Sun, was at breakfast, and was trying his best to eat his egg quickly, so he could take the only one remaining in the dish before another -| boarder, who he thought had designs upon it could appropriate it. He was a small hoy, much given to using large words at random. The egg still reposed in the dish when he was ready to eat it, so, looking across the table, he remarked apprehensive- ly : *‘Is that egg occupied? If it is'nt I should like to have it.” The other boarder smilingly replied, while passing the dish. “I hope not. If it is you are welcome to it.” —— ‘What makes your billy so meek and mild these days ?’’ inquired the first nanny goat. ‘‘He’s got religion, I guess,’ said the other. - ‘“You don’t say?’ ‘‘Yes he ate a Bible the other day.”’— Catholic Standard and Times. Should Have Asked Grand-pa On the old farm. His cousin Tom’s boy (from New York) —Uncle Abner, will you please put a point on these arrows ? We're playin’ buf- falo huntin’ an’ they won’t stick into the cow this way.—Judge.
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