——eaeTEETEISSENSREEET . . Mu a fellow in all your iite "Bellefonte, Pa., April 19,1912. The Blue Ribbon. Mellow autumn sunlight smiled In between the muslin curtains. Upon the spotless yellow floor knelt Mary Arnold, her blue eyes sparkling, her cheeks finshed, her yellow hair tumbled. “Have we ever had a better display, mother?” she asked the little woman in the arm chair. “Oh, i don’t see how we can fail to take every blue ribbon!” “Never be too sure, dear,” answered * Mrs. Arnold cautiously. “But mother, we know what all the neighbors are going to take, and none of them have anything to compare with these. Wo have had the best display for the past ten years, and this surpasses them all.” She flecked with jealous care a bit - of clay from the enormous yellow side of a pumpkin. “I'll polish the apples and pack the eggs, and then everything is ready that we can do tonight. I do hope we will get everything there safely.” Indeed it wus a goodly display ot vegetables and fruits scattered about the big kitchen and over the porch. in the coo! pantry stood the cans on clearest fruits, jars of pres. ves ana foaves of cuke and bread [or «hich , Mrs. Aruold and her daughter were damous. In the sitting oon in pack- ages waited the quilts with their ex- ° quisite stitches, the waven counter. vanes, the knitted lace of the mother's making, and the more modaru prod- ucts of the daughter's clever fingers. The Potter Township !“1ir was a nota- ble agricultural meeting, of which the Arnold display was always the most famous part. “I love this dear old farm better than anything else in the whole world, mather,” cried the girl, pausing sud- denly at the door to look out over the rolling acres. “You and father imunst take the things to the fair in the morning, and f will keep house. !'ve made up my mind not to go until Wednesday, when the prizes will be awarded. | want to see the blue ribbons #1! in place at my first glance!” “Well, you do beat nil, Mary,” said Mrs. Arnold. “I never knew you to ®e 80 possessed over {he fair before. f only hope you will nol be disap pointed.” “Didn't I tell you, mother?” whis- pered Mary excitedly #5 they made the tour of the crowded booths or Wednes. day. “There 1s a prize on nearly everythin: we brought! favs you been through the culinary fopart ent?” Here, too, Haunting blue ant red tickets marked their dispiay. Their cakes were the lightest, heir hreaa the whites, their preserves tha clear. est. "I never suw you so possessed.” re peated Mrs, Arnold, wondering! “l never was, mother,” auswered Mary with a low laugh. “! suppose it is because Vin just beginning to turn into an old maid. Let's go over to the vegetable building.” In the center of the room on a table rested a huge pumpkin wit: a blue card conspicuous agains i's yellow Rulk, “Why,” said Mary, “that is not our pumpkin!” Erief scarch disclosed their own, looking fortornty insignifi- cant in a qulet corner. “Whose cun it be? she whispered disconsolately. “And these are uot our eggs, mother,” pausing over the Hrize hoxes. Their apples and small fruits held first place as usual, but not one of the vegetables had token a prize “I only wish I knew who brought them. Let's look at the stock and poultry and go home.” “Why, Mary Arnold, | really believe You are selfish! We've taken more than our share of prizes now. Wait Bere until | go speak io father a minute.” : “Did you ever see such a pumpkin?” said a volce close by. Mary turned © see two women whom sie knew only by sight standing near. “Do vou know whose it is? ‘The Arnold's, [ @nppose, they always do get avery thing!" “No, this isn't their's. Myron Hewitt brought it, and nearly all these prize vegetables.” “Myron Hewitt!” cried the woman, surprised. “Myron Hewitt!” cchoed Mary in- audibly, with an uncomfortabie thump. ing of her heart. “Yes, you never saw such 1+ change You know the Hewitts have always heen kind of shiftless and things were dreadtully run-down when they fell to Myron, “The first year or two le worked Just as his father always had, and whatever changed him none of us can figure out! “But last fall he built fences and plowed until I guess the farm was just plumb surprised into waking up. He worked all winter in the woods and fixing up the buildings. “Then this spring he hired bis sister and her husband to work for tin, and he's just getting a model piace up there.” “Isn't there some girl in +7" sug. gested the woman shrewdly “Well, yes, I guess maybe there is. We thought a year or so ago that ft was Mary Arnold, but that ended be- fore he set to work. Now it seems to be the tpacher up at the Corners; * ghe's a real nice girl, too.” Mary slipped away unnoticed. So it was: Myron who was faking the prizes away from her? And he was making 8 mode! place for his run-down hill | arm? And the Corners’ teacher was t real nice girl! “Father says he hasn't taken nu‘uch » anything on the stock,” interrupted Mrs. Arnold. “Do you care to go and see them?” “Who did get the prizes?” demand ed Mary. “He says Myron Hewitt tock nearly everything, Mary. [ can’t understana lit. We used to think he wasn't as good a manager, someway, as he ought to be.” “Certainly I wish to see them,” cried Mary, her volce sharp and clear. “If there is anything better than we have we musi find out about it.” “Mary!” exclaimed a young man coming toward her with outstretched hand. “I've looked everywhere for vor. Will you come with me—I want to show you my stock.” Mary followed with a sinking heart. “He is going to show me that | was mistaken,” she whispered. “I do not blame him, but it is hard to admit it, now!" “lI know you are interested in these things, and I'm proud of my record. It means something to beat the Ar nolds!” He smiled at her frankly. “Do you mind telling me what you did to the pumpkin?” she asked. “That is a secret I shail disclose only to my business partner. “Come, what do you think of my Jerseys?” Mary stroked the gentle creatures admiringly, watching how they crowd- ed toward their young owner. “That indicates a good care-taker,” she said gently, At sound of her voice a soft brown nose was stretched toward her from the nex: stall. “Why Molly,” she cried. “I do he- ‘lieve she remembers me, Myron!” “Of course she ramembers,” he an- swered quietly. “She always wants 0 turn at your corner.” Mary remained silent, fondling the horse's face, “And I remember, too, Mary!” “Oh, no,” cried Mary, thinking of ke “real nice” girl who taught the Corner school. “I felt pretty hard at first, dear, because you criticised my way of liv. ing. [I thought if you loved me you wouldn't mind leaving a good home for a poor one. “And then | began understanding it needn't be poor and run-down and ne- glected. I had strength and brains if I cared to use them. “If 1 have worked hard I have en- joyed it. I believe in success, now. | determined to have a letter dispiay than you in anything 1 could manage on such short notice. And ! have done it! 1 determined to have the best stock in the township, and I've taken first in everything I brought! [I de termined to fix up the place and to marry——to have a wife and a home to be proud of; and I'm going to have that wish, too, Mary!” The hand that fondled Molly's ap preciative nose trembled. “Mary,” said Myron Hewitt placing himsell between her and the people at the far end of the line of stalls, “don’t you see I have done it all for you: Don’t you believe, dear, if you wili help me, we can beat the Arnold dis play all through next year?” “"We-—we can try,” whispered Mary Arnold. SWIFTEST OF THE GOLFERS Duncan Has Ball on Way Before Spectator Thinks He Is Ready for Stroke. In my opinion Duncan is easily the mest interesting personality in golf at the present time. We have our great triumvirate— Braid, Taylor and Vardon. Great, and in many ways un- approachable, are these three, and of them Vardon is a romantic and pic- turesque personality. But they are ascertained quantities. The novel read can never be so imter- esting as one which contains unfinish- ed chapters. There are many chapters of the golfing life of George Duncan vet to be written. It has been said that Duncan's tem- perament is not calculated to produce a great golfer. Twice in the open championship when holding a splen- did position he has “gone to pieces.” This was freely ascribed by those, who did not know Duncan intimately, to “temperament.” This I firmly be. lieve was a great mistake. Dunean's failure in each case was caused by an error of judgment. 1 have no doubt that Duncan will prove within a very short space of time that his tempera- ment from a golfing point of view leaves little to be desired. George Duncan surveys the ball and the line as he walks up to it through the green. He addresses it-—and the ball is far on its way to the hole be- fore the breathless spectator awakes to the fact that quite three-fourths of the ordinary waggle is missing. As it is through the green, so it is by the hole. Duncan walks up to the ball, and, almost before he has settled to it, it is on its way into the hole or very adjacent thereto. He is certainly fhe quickest player in first-class golf.—P. A. Vaile, in Hawser's Weekly. Appropriate. “What's become of tke two clerks #Hu had here?” “You mean Cannon and Ball?” “Yes.” “The boss got rid of them in the most facetious way.” “How? “He fired the one and bounced the other.” Acquainted With One Variety. “Paw, what is a movable feast?” “In my case, Bobby, it's usually the first one I partake of after starting #n a trip across the ocean. It hardly ever stays put.” ' MOST ANCIENT OF MEN RECENT DISCOVERIES IN ENG- LAND ARE INTERESTING. Flint Implements Made Before the Glacial Period of Europe Are Found by an Eminent Archae- ologist in Suffolk. The new discovery in regard to an- cient man (of which I am able to speak with full confidence since I have studied the specimens and the localities myself, and have just sent an illustrated account of the imple- ment to the Royal society) is that of flint implements of very definite and peculiar shape, in some abundance, in a bed at the base of what geolo- gists class as a Pliocene deposit (that is, before the Pleistocene), namely, the “Red Crag” of Suffolk. We owe this most important discovery entire- ly to Mr. J. Reid Moir of Ipswich, who found his first specimens in October, 1909, and after a year’s careful exami- nation of the district and the finding of more specimens in crag pits ten miles and more around Ipswich, an- nounced it in a letter to the Times in October, 1910. Now that another year has passed more specimens have been found and the matter is beyond dispute. presidents of the Geological society, have certified that the bed in which Mr. Moir's flints are obtained is cer- tinly the undisturbed basement bed of the Red Crag, so that they may be justly spoken of as due to the work of pre-crag man. The implements are not at all like those previously known. They are not flattened, almond-shaped, or kite-like (elongated, triangular or leaf-shaped), as are the large Paleolithic imple- ment (the Chellean, Acheuilian and Moustierian) hitherto known. they are shaped like the beak of an eagle, compressed from side to side with a keel or ridge extending from the front point backward. Their shape may be compared to the hull of a boat with its keel turned upward and its beak-like prow in front. They are from four to ten inches in length, and all have been fabricated by a few well-directed blows given to an oblong piece of flint so as to knock off great pieces right and left, leaving a keel In the midline, while the lower face 1s trimmed flat. These implements are, beaked hammer heads—probably used in the hand without hufting—and ap- plied to the smoothing and “dressing” of skins, as well as other purposes. Scme are more symmetrical and care- folly “trimmed” than others. With these, which I cull “eagle's beak im- plements,” or the “rostro-carinate type,” are found a few other large and heavy sculptured flints of very cu- rious shape (like picks and axca) un- like any hitherto known, but certain- ly and without the least doubt chipped into shape by man. The flint implements—our eagle's beaks made by men in the relatively warm Coralline Crag days—were actu- ally carried off the land by an ice sheet and deposited in the earliest layers of the Red Crag deéposit. The irrefragable proof of this is that very many of the eagle's beak flints are scratched and zcored on their smooth surfaces by those peculiar cross-run- ning grooves which we find on a peb- ble from a glacier's “moraine,” or Stone hezp. Nothing but the immense pressure of the stones embedded in cne sheet of ice, rasping by slow movement other stones embedded in another sheet of ice over which the first very slowly advances, can pro- duce these markings. The Red Crag marks the beginning of the Pleistocene and of the glacial condition of North Europe, A great ouestion, difficult of decision, is whether the earliest river gravels which we know In England and France were as early as the Red Crag, overlying which are vast marine de- posits of glacial sands and clays. In any case Mr. Moir's flint implements are pre-Crag; they were made before the glacial conditions set in, and are quite unlike those found in the river gravels. The discovery is one which will profoundly interest the “pre-his- torlans” of France and Germany, as well as English archaeologists and ge- ologists.—London Times. Girls That Smoke. Apropos of the Ritz-Carlton, New York's fashionable hotel that permits ladies to smoke, Mme. Simone, the Parisian actress, said the other day: “Well, why shouldn't ladies smoke? There's nothing ungraceful in the habit. On the contrary, to see a pretty owman with a cigarette is a very charming picture. “Those who object to smoking among women have never, perhaps, seen smoking done decorously. Their idea of smoking is that of the old Provencal woman. “A society girl, calling on this old woman in her cottage, took a cigarette from her gold case, fitted it in a tube of amber, and said: “‘You don't mind if I smoke, do you? “‘Why, of course not, dearie! Of course not!’ said the old woman. ‘Jeanne,’ she added to her servant, ‘go fetch a spittoon!’” On Second Thought. “You know,” sald the Chinese phi- losopher, “that our nation really in- vented gunpowder.” “Yes,” replied the court official, “and when I see the trouble we are having I can't help thinking it was rather foolish of us.” But | in fact, HE DIDN'T MAKE The Office Boy Left “Higgins” N¢ Alternative but 20 “Beat It.” and He Did. During the recent visit to New York of Robert S. Hichens, the English nov- elist, he wished to call upon the man- aging editor of a Park Row paper. Just at that time any paper one pick- ed up had an interview with Hichens. Besides, the editor and he were friends. So that Hichens—not hav- ing experienced the Park Row office boy—thought he would have no diffi- culty in invading the sanctum. “Take —haw—my card to the managing edi- | tor,” said he to the office boy. That grimy functionary holds his job by seeing to it that not one card in ten presented to him ever gets any- where. He casts a coldly suspicious eye upen the novelist. The latter was dolled up in his Piccadilly clothes, car- ried a cane, wore spats, and shot a monocle from his right eye in aston- ishment at the urchin’s impertinence. | “Whadda yuh wanta see him fur?” | asked the boy. Mr. Hichens tried to wither the boy. Only unwitherable boys last on Park Row. He ordered the boy to go in with | that card. The boy said in New York- ese that there would be nothing’ doin’ until he found out why Hichens want- ed to see the editor. Mr. Hichens had Two distinguished geologists, past | an inspiration. “I am an English jour. nalist,” sald he. “Give my card and tell him that T wish to write a series of articles on New York for his pa- per.” The boy disappeared behind a | screen. Mr. Hichens smiled happily at the thought of the merry laughter with which his friend, the editor, would receive the statement. Pretty soon Mr. Hichens heard the voice of the office boy. “Guy out here named Higgins,” sald the boy, “says he wants a job.” The voice of an unseen and hard worked man replied that no jobs were open to any Higginses. The boy hand- ed a thumb smudged card back to Mr. Hichens. “Nothin’ doin'"” sald he, In- differently, and buried himself in his late edition. “But—" began Mr. Hichens, indig- nantly. “G'wan, now,” said the boy, brus- quely. “Beat it, Higgins.” And so Mr. Hichens did. Women Pear! Divers. The pearl divers of Japan are all— or nearly all—women. Along the shores of the Bay of Ago and the Bay of Kokasho, says the Oriental Review, the thirteen and fourteen year old girls, alter they have finished their primary school work, go to sea and learn to dive. They are in the water and learn to swim almost from babyhood, and spend most of their time in the water, except in the coldest season, from the A — Insurance. EARLE C. TUTEN (Successor to D. W. Woodring.) Fire, Life and Automobile Insurance None but Reliable Companies Represented. Surety Bonds of All Descriptions. Both Telephones 56-27.y BELLEFONTE, PA JOHN F. GRAY & SON, (Successor to Grant Hoover) Fire, Life Accident Insurance. represents the largest Fire esa in the World. —— NO ASSESSMENTS — call before your pp? So Jail to Give waa call n to write lines at any time. Office in Crider's Stone Building, 43-18-1y. BELLEFONTE. PA. The Preferred Accident Insurance THE $5,000 TRAVEL POLICY ed by any agency in H. E. FENLON, 50-21. Agent, Bellefonte, Pa. THE CALL | end of | February. Even during the most in- clement of seasons they sometimes dive for pearls. They wear a special ‘ dress, white underwear, and the hair twisted up into a hard knot. The eyes are protected by glasses to pre- vent the entrance of water. Tubs are suspended from the waist, A boat in command of a man is as- signed to every five or ten women ! divers to carry them to and from the | fishing grounds. When the divers ar- | rive on the grounds they leap into the | water at once, and begin to gather j oysters at the bottom. The oysters i are dropped in to the tubs hung from | their waists. When these vessels are filled the divers are raised to the surfece and {jump into the boats. They dive to a | depth of from 5 to 20 fathoms without | any special apparatus, and retain their | i breath from one to three minutes. | Their ages vary from thirteen to for- ty years, and be'ween twenty-five and ! thirty-five they are in their prime. From Behind Prison Walls. colony of local bankers now doing | time, says the New York correspond- | ent of the Cincinnati Times Star. The | banker had a caller, who had been of | service during the trial. The caller | had then learned to regard the jugged | financier with an affection which was ! not reciprocated. | “I want to see Mr. Banker,” said the caller to a keeper. Not long ago a story drifted down from Sing Sing about one of the ' December to the beginning of «rite your name on a card and I'l take it in,” said the keeper. { “And what do you think,” said the | caller to a friend. on his return to | the city. “That keeper brought my | card back to me. ‘Sorry, sir,’ sald he, | “but Mr. Banker isn’t at home today.’ ” A complementary yarn is the one | now told of “P. K.” Connaughton, who | for years has been principal keeper | at Sing Sing. The other day Con- | naughton told a prisoner to drop a bag 1 of onions he was carrying at the door, | and come into the keeper's office to | be questioned about some recent of- | fense. The prisoner stood the cross- | examination well. When the prisoner | and “P. K.” came out the bag was | there, but the cnions had disappeared. | “By thunder,” said “P. K.,” “there's a thief in this place.” "Twas Ever Thus. “Now, by me halidome!” stormed Sir Michael De Byte, pausing in the | donning of his clothes, “’twas a neg- | lectful and slatternly housewife I got : when I wed thee!” “What irketh thee, Mike dear?” asked his trembling spouse. “What iketh, quotha! There be three rivets out of my clean shirt of mail!” And she was fain to weep softly as be smote her with his mace. Overcoming the Grouch. A grouchy prospect doesn't seem half so grouchy when you stand right up to him and state your proposition in a fearless manner, | ————————— Man “Cannot afford to be sick.” this great proprietary medicine find Hood" Take Hood's Sarsaparilla this spring. “My u seven or weeks with fever, and af fever left in her mouth and stomach, and a ful swelling in one of her limbs. aha! also . I concluded to give her very Hood's Sarsaparilla. 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