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"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
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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,
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