Bellefonte, Pa., April 3, 1914.
EARLY SPRING.
Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed hills
With loving blue;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The throstles too.
Opens a door in heaven;
From skies of glass
A Jacob's ladder falls
On greening grass,
And o’er the mountain-walls
Young angels pass.
Before them fleets the shower,
And burst the buds,
And shine the level lands,
And flash the floods;
The stars are from their hand
Flung through the woods.
For now the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And thaws the clod, and fills
The flowers with dew;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The poets too. :
Alfred Tennyson.
A DIP IN DIMENSIONS.
The big aerodrome loomed up, huge
and mysterious in the early morning haze,
as Fuller and I arrived before it.
My first impression was one of sur-
prise—there is something essentially sur-
prising about one’s first introduction to
anything aeronautic. I had had no idea
that aeroplanes needed so much stable
room. It was only when Fulller opened
a wicker door and we stepped inside that
I remembered that Fuller's standard
biplanes were thirty-four feet wide and
about the same length, and that two of
these, side by side, would require over
seventy feet of easy space. An aerodrome
to accommodate six biplanes must have
nothing in common with a New York
flat. :
Fuller turned on the electric light, and
varnished canvas planes stood out like
waiting ghosts of the centuries to come.
He led me to the machine standing near-
est the big sliding doors. Its white wings
seemed poised in alert expectancy, im-
patient for the opening of the way.
“This plane,” said Fuller, in his mat-
ter-of-fact way, “is, I believe, the last
word in aeronautics, so far. I gave her
a good trying-out yesterday, and she ex-
ceeded my expectations. When I have
made a few adjustments, I am going to
give her some more work. Want to
come along?”
I am a timid man, and it was not until
I had seen Fuller make half a dozen
short, perfect flights in his beautiful new
“bird” that the idea attracted me. Fuller,
I might say, knows rather more about
aeronautics than any other man alive.
At that time I probably knew rather less;
therefor I can be forgiven the hesitation,
even apart from my natural timidity. It
was friendship and not enthusiasm for
aviation that had taken me to Fuller's
experimental station among the Jersey
sanddunes and flats.
I stood, speculatively, beside the aero-
plane after a bit of particularly pretty
circling and maneuvering, and Fuller, as
he tinkered about noticed my half-yield-
ing attitude.
“Come on,”
“climb up on this seat and take a trip.
am rather afraid to get you started, be-
cause I know you'll want me to keep the
machine flying all night to amuse you.”
“Is it perfectly safe?” I asked.
“Safer than a steamship, and twice as
safe as a railway train,” replied my
friend; and he straightway began to help
me into the rather narrow framework
seat.
No sooner had I braced my feet
against the forward support than I began
to regret my haste, if haste it might be
called. I remembered several important
matters that should have had my atten-
tion before I embarked on this adven-
ig among them the signing of my
will.
1 was about to explain these things to
"Fuller when I forgot them in the ease of
soft, smooth motion.
Gently, lightly, the great canvas thing
started forward, slowly, then with
a graceful sweep she followed the
inclination of her forward planes and
took the air. Confidently, almost caress-
ingly, she seemed to balance herself for
a moment, and then she shot forward
and upward, exulting in her freedom.
There is something intoxicating about
flight. Perhaps it is the joy of conquest
—the joy that has carried mankind on
from one invention to another since the
ages of barbarism. For the time my
timidity vanished. I leaned forward and
gasped with delight.
“0 my, Fuller, but this beats all the
dusty roads in the world!” I exclaimed.
Fuller smiled contentedly.
“Just wait,” he begged. “You haven't
really begun to enjoy it. Wait till we
. reach our ascensional range.”
What ascensional range was I had only
a very vague idea. Fuller explained:
“The ascensional range is the limit of
height to which any machine will rise
with a given engine-power and given
barometric conditions. It is the height
at which the handling of an aeroplane
becomes a two-dimensional vehicle.”
The explanation was all right, but it
removed one difficulty to bring in an-
other. I nodded. A flying aeroplane is
no place for conversation, and I decided
I would learn about those two dimensions
when talking and listening were easier.
Up and up we went, now shooting with
arrow-like straightness, now circling in
wide or narrow spirals, like ascending
smoke wreaths. I was utterly delighted.
I liked the straight flights best; the
“banking” of a machine at the curves
brings nervous moments to a timid man.
The wind rushed through the canvas
frames, whistling an eery, exhilarating
accompaniment to the rhythmic exhaust
of the engine and the whir of the pro-
peller blades. Occasionally Fuller would
move his hand slightly, pushing one of
the levers at the other side of him this
way or that, or turning the wheel in
front of him, to take advantage of air-
current or wind.
Suddenly the machine stopped gliding
upward and shot forward at increased
he said, persuasively.
“This,” explained Fuller, at the top of
his voice, “is the limit of our ascensional
range. Here, so to speak, welose a
dimension.”
planes to a horizontal position without
changing the course.
“You see,” he said, “that here the aero-
plane becomes a two-dimensional vehicle,
with a tendency to go neither up nor
He moved the elevating |
: down, but only forward. At this height | We did not exchange a word. I scramb- | The Duty of Husbands to Make Wills.
| —Jim, I got to own up. I t' ought it
would pass off, but I—be’ e—I'm—
going to faint.” ~
And without further adu, nat is
ly what Fuller did!
"| He slumped forward, and would have
fallen but for the support of the steer-
ing-wheel. For some seconds I was in
| the grip of real panic. Feverishly I pull-
{ ed Fuller into. a more secure position.
My heart almost stood still as my efforts
{ caused the machine to lurch vielently,
| but the great planer righted itself and
| cut its way serenely onward.
| In moments of extreme fear the mind
i works in the haphazard manner of night-
{ mares. I remember being at the same
time grateful and indignant over this
conduct of the . aeroplane. .Acutely
realizing how we were dependent on it, I
was conscious of a’ foolish ‘wrath that it
should skim exultingly onward, as ifin-
different to the plight into which it had
tempted us.
In a minute I became calmer, and turn-
ed my mind to more sensible reflection.
They did not promise to be much more
profitable. I tried to chafe Fuller's
hands, but the movement threatened to
shake him from his seat. I upbraided
myself for not having paid more atten-
tion to the working of the levers, and
then I reflected that however much
knowledge I had, it would be of no value
with the levers beyond Fuller, a good
five and a half feet away. A feeling of
utter helplessness swept over me.
With a curious, whimsical turn, I felt
grateful for the loss of the third dimen-
sion. I was not very certain what it pre-
vented us from doing, but if it kept us
from a downward direction I was willing
to bear the loss of it. :
Then it suddenly flashed over me that
that was exactly the direction we must
take before lack of gasoline caused an
engine failure. If that happened, we
should certainly be dashed to pieces.
I looked at Fuller. He had notstirred.
Right there was another imperative rea-
son why we should descend. Fuller
might be suffering in some way from the
altitude, and probably needed either
medical attention or at least denser air.
I touched him; he was cold as ice. There
was only one thing to be done—a thing
for a man like myself, so desperate that
only the extremest need gave the sem-
blance of sanity to the attempt. I must
get to the levers; better to die fighting
than to sit there and wait for death.
At what speed we were traveling I had
no means of knowing, for there are no
stationary objects by which one could
judge. It must have been terrific, though,
for the wind swept through the planes
like a hurricane. And through that hur-
ricane I must reach the levers.
I looked down for a flash. It made me
deathly sick. The earth seemed miles
below, desired, but grimly challenging.
Perspiration poured from me. I slow-
ly took off my leather coat and threw it
over Fuller. Then I realized that this
was the first step of preparation, and fear
stabbed me anew.
In front of the two seats ran the cross-
piece of wood against which our feet
were braced, ahd which gave partial sup-
port to the elevating planes. Between
this slim foothold and the seats was the
terrible chasm, the yawning threat of
which dared me to make a fight for life.
It was along this rail support that I must
crawl to the levers. A slender chance to
grasp a slender hope.
I gripped the upright beside me, and
gingerly half-turning, reversed one foot
for the journey. I hope thatl may never
again have to make such a terrific effort
1 of the will as the completion of that turn
required. Summoning every ounce of
courage I ever had, I left my seat, com-
pleted the turn, and the journey was
begun. No man’s reason could survive
two such efforts. I was weak from the
struggle of it. I paused a second, and
took a steadier grip. The wind tore
fiendishly at me and the vibration of the
engine threatened to shake my feet from
their support. A slip was too horrible
to contemplate, and I moved a little more
to keep from thinking. By some mercy
Fuller's feet had kept a slight hold on
the brace, and I should have to step care-
fully over them, or I might dislodge them
and see him slip to death.
The shaft of the steering-wheel gave
me partial support, but oh, the care I
had to use, and the fear lest a turning of
the wheel might capsize us! Slowly I
lifted one foot over, pulled the other one
nearer, made room beside the first, grasp-
ed the upright beyond, and was over.
The machine lurched with my weight,
and I feared that we were lost; but slow-
lv she righted herself until she was almost
even.
I leaned forward to examine the lever
connections. The power I dared not
touch, I would try to get to a lower
level, and then go straight ahead, in the
hope that Fuller would revive in the
\ denser air.
I grasped the lever that was connected
with the forward planes, and pulled it. I
pulled hard. The lever shot forward
with a suddenness and ease that were
quite out of my calculations. My feet
slipped from under me, and I shot down
into that terrible chasm and looked into
the eyes of death.
The shock gave me a singular calm.
Long before I realized that I had a firm
hold of the lever and the upright, I was
fully resigned to my fate.
I felt in that flash rather glad that the
terrible strain was over at last. I had
gone to the extreme of terror, and al-
! though Iam by nature a timid man, I
had weathered the storm and turned the
corner to true, calm courage. And great-
ly I needed it. ;
My fail had pulled the lever clear for-
ward. The planes were deflected almost
vertically, and were rushing to the earth
at a fearful speed. I could hardly breathe.
My ears pounded and my head throbbed.
In a minute more or less, we must strike.
I tried to pull myself up, but the strain-
ing of the lever warned me of the risk.
If that broke, there was indeed no hope.
In a burst of unthinking strength I let
go the lever and clutched the upright
with both hands. Every second I ex-
pected the crushing, mutilating impact.
With a mighty effort I pulled one leg
up to the crosspiece and forced myself to
my feet. The ground was rising hung-
rily to meet us. Once more I
the lever, and with a little hysterical
laugh, pushed it into a perpendicular
position.
The guides answered with the precision
of intelligent life. For a second the ter-
rible momentum carried us down; then,
with a sweet, curving swoop, the great
canvas bird sped on horizontally, not
more than thirty feet from the ground.
I gasped with a great relief. We were
over flat-lying meadow land, and I was
just determined to tr¥ my hand at bring-
ing the plane to when Fuller stir-
red uneasily, put aside the coat I had
thrown over him, and looked round. |
led back the way I had come, for the
dizzy height was eaten up, and the jour-
.(ney had no terror for me now.
act |
Fuller reached out to the levers, and
in two gentle curves we took the ground.
And still we did not speak as we climbed
stiffly from our seats and our hands met.
For Fuller knows that I am a timid man,
and he knew what I had done. And both
,of us Knew that the gratitude of our
hearts was beyond the reach of our
tongues.— Youth's Companion.
New Island Born Off Japan’s Coast Dur-
ing Fugi Eruption.
A new island, 100 feet high and five
miles in circumference, was born in the
Bonin group during the recent activity of
the Fugi volcanic system. The Bonin
group lies off the Japan coast due South
of Yokohama.
When volcanic ash fell heavily in the
Bonin Islands on January 13 it was sup-
posed to come from the erupting volcano
at Sakurajima, but it was later found to
be issuing from the Iwo (meaning phos-
phorous) Islands of the Bonin group. A
steamer was despatched to rescue the in-
habitants of the little islands but it was
learned that while the fall of ashes con-
tinued for two weeks no catastrophe had
occurred.
Suddenly on the day after the steam-
er’s arrival, January 23, a great eruption
occurred in the sea at a point about
three miles east of South Sulphur Island.
A thick volume of white smoke rolled to
the sky and attained a height estimated
to be 10,000 feet.
Masses of rock and lava were discharg-
ed, as at Sakurajima. Detonations con-
tinued rapidly throughout the following
day, the average number of explosions
each hour being 26. On the morning of
the twenty-fifth the weather was cloudy,
but in the early afternoon when the
atmosphere cleared observers were as-
tounded to perceive a large new island
on the horizon.
Its location is about the same as that
of the smaller island which sprung from
the sea in 1904 only later to disappear.
Dr. Omori, a noted seismologist, who
has returned from an inspection of Mt.
Sakurajima, is of opinion that the vol-
cano already has passed its eruptive per-
iod and has entered into what is called
the earthquake period; therefor greater
precaution should be taken in respect to
the state of the mountain hereafter. A
great deal of arsenic acid hasfbeen emitted
from the rock lava in the village of Ari,
and one can scarcely approach it.
“Ashes fell heavily almost all over the
island,” he said, “and the heaviest fall
was at a village called Kurogami and its
neighborhood, where the houses are
buried almost up to the roofs. The
amount of rock lava which has flowed
out of the volcano is almost unprecedent-
ed, and in some places these rocks are
piled as high as 230 feet.”
The number of refugees from Sakura-
jima Island, added Dr. Omori, reached
24,000, many of whom went to Kagoshi-
ma, which supplied them with food at a
daily cost of $800.
A few slight tremors and quakes are
still felt but the mountain has spent its
force and is beginning to settle down to
rest. What was once a beautiful green
gem floating in the blue waters of Ka-
goshima Bay is now an imposing heap of
ash and lava.
Since the eruption at Sakurajima earth-
quakes have been felt at Tokio about
every two weeks, but no damage has
been done.
Spring Music.
My heart sings with the robin.
The silver flashing rill,
And carols with the breezes
In joy’s delicious thrill;
With flowers and grass and lambkins,
It joins the glad refrain;
“Oh, fairest days!
Oh, rearest days!
"Tis blossom-time again!”
George Cooper.
LIKED BIG BANKNOTES.
An English Lord Who Had a Curious
Mania For Hoarding,
A curious story of hoarding is told
in Ralph Neville’s book of gossip:
A former Lord Dysart who lived
more or less an invalids life in a
house on the outskirts of London, care-
fully watched over by a lady who act-
ed as a sort of companion-nurse, one
day asked her to go to town and get
a check cashed for him at the Bank
of England. When she was ready to
start the old peer sat down at his
writing table and, having written out
a check ror £100,000, told her to be
sure and see that she got one note for
the whole amount. * * * When she
reached the bank the cashier commu-
nicated with the manager, who asked
the nurse to step into his private of-
fice. Having satisfied himself as to
her authority for making such a re-
quest. he said that if she did not ob-
ject he would much rather send a
clerk to accompany her with the note.
She gladly assented to this arrange-
ment. and in due course the clerk in
person handed the £100,000 banknote
to Lord Dysart.
After having done so he told the peer
that there were only three such notes
in existence. ‘One,” he said, “we
have at the bank, another I have just
handed to your lordship and the third.
which some time ago disappeared from
circulation, we have never been able
to trace.” :
“Perhaps I can help you,” said Lord
Dysart. and, hobbling over to a bu-
reau, he unlocked a drawer and took
out the missing £100,000 banknote,
which had been lying there for many
years.
How to Glace Nuts.
Glace nuts are always great favor-
ites. Use walnuts, filberts, almonds.
Brazil nuts and pecans, For the glace
turn into an enameled saucepan one-
half pound of granulated sugar and
one-half cupful of water. Boil until
it threads, then add three tablespoon-
fuls of vinegar and boil again, remov-
ing from the fire the very instant it
changes color. Dip the nuts as quick-
ly as possible, let them dry and dip
.again and cool upon paraffin paper. If
‘many nats are to be dipped it is better
to set the sirup into a larger vessel of
Warm water, 80 that it will not harden.
| It has been our custom for a number
of years to pass our summer vacation on
the banks of Lake Seneca, where ‘ one of
us was born. Here our paternal grand-
parents came when the country was yet
.a wilderness, and here they lived and
died. Their wedding journey from Rens-
, selaerwick was made in a covered wag-
| on, in which they brought their worldly
| possessions, some chairs, a table, a bed, a
| stove, some dishes, and cooking utensils.
!A half-dozen sheep and a cow
| brought up the rear of this caravan.
i Here they cleared the ground and built a
i house. Grandmother dyed and carded
i and spun into yarn and wove into cloth
the wool from the sheep, from which she
' knitted the socks and mittens and made
i the clothing. From the flax which grew
| wild thereabouts she made the household
linen. No small tasks were these when
eventually nine children came to demand
care and protection. Oncea year a per-
! ambulating shoemaker came through the
| country, and then this small army was
shod, with boots and shoes in reserve
sufficient to last until his return. By
and by a frame house was built, a luxury
in those days; properiy was accumu-
lated.
To whom did it belong?
In justice and equity it belonged to
both parents. Each had borne the bur-
den; each should share in the reward.
But the law said no. The wife’s services
belong to the husband, and their joint
earnings belong to him, only the husband
must support the wife. The wife owned
nothing. Truly a munificent compensa-
Hon, for fifty years of service such as
this!
Did grandfather support grandmother?
Were grandmother’s services less
valuable than grandfathers? By what
righteous authority did everything be-
long to grandfather?—he being allowed
to give or will away everything, except
the use of one-third of the real estate,
which grandmother might have after his
death, but for her lifetime only. It was
barely possible that grandmother might
have liked to give or will something to
her children on her own account. When
she had earned it, by years of toil as hard
as his, why should she not have been al-
lowed to gratify this altogether worthy
ambition?
Forty years ago a boy and a girl mar-
ried. He had nothing. She had saved
five hundred dollars teaching school.
They bought a farm, paying her five hun-
dred dollars down, and taking a mortgage
for the balance. Title was taken in the
husband’s name. They worked together
for forty years. He died, leaving no will.
There were no children. Under the law
of the State the property went to his
brothers and sisters, all old, all well-to-
do. The personality amounted to very
little. The wife’s dower, the use of one-
third during her life,amounts to less than
$200 a year, and this is her sole support
in her old age.
In that section of the country women
can get one dollar a day for at least half
the year working in fruit, tying grape-
vines, putting handles on baskets, pick-
ing berries, cherries, and currants, and
packing grapes, peaches, and plums.
Household service is always at a premium,
as no one there will go out to do that
kind of work. They are the descendants
of the old settlers and are proud. The
married women work in the fruit in the
daytime, and perform their household
duties at night. This means baking and
cooking and stewing, and washing and
ironing and mending for the hired men
as well as the family. Incidentally they
raise children. No one person could be
hired to do this work. They do it for
love, but we believe there is no insur-
mountable obstacle in the way of getting
both love and justice; we believe that
love and injustice are irreconcilable—and
if we must choose between them, my
advice is to exact justice and take a
chance on love.
To wife’s services, 40 years at $3 per
week (worth $5,) allowing for cloth-
ing, which she makes herself and
which seldom equals and rarely ex-
ceeds $30 a year, about.........c..coccuvveiiinn $30 000
To $500 and interest 40 vears, about...
Would the whole estate have been
more than this wife was entitled to?
A bride was presented by her uncle
with $2,000, with which the thrifty bride-
groom bought sheep. It proved a profit-
able investment, and in time they were
well-to-do. At the expiration of fifty
years of matrimony and mutual toil
(which included the rearing of six chil-
dren) the husband died. By his last will
and testament he gave to his beloved
wife two thousand dollars in cash, or her
dower interest in his real estate. Her
original two thousand dollars for fifty
years then amounted to about $60,000.
This shows that a wife may be consid-
ered to be a good investment. >
A clerk in a delicatessen store in a
large city married a German governess.
They started a similar store of their own
and lived in the rear. The wife did the
housework and the cooking and baking
for the store, and between times waited
on customers. They were frugal and
prospered. After twenty years the hus-
she was entitled to the property, at least
a portion of it. But the husband had
made a will prior to his marriage, where-
by he devised his property to his broth-
ers and sisters. Under the law of this
State the will of an unmarried man is
not revoked by his subsequent marriage
unless a child has been born and the
wife received not one cent of the proper-
ty she had spent twenty years in helping
to accumulate.
A woman’s will is revoked by her sub-
sequent marriage. It is not so with a
man’s. : i}
The staple argument of the opponents
of equal laws for men and women is that
wives are privileged in that they can do
with their own as they like, while the
the husband’s any more than the wife’s
when they accumulate it jointly? Up to
the marriageable age girls earn nothing;
after marriage their services belong to
their husbands. Where is tbe opportu-
nity to accumulate property which shall
be their very own in the eyes of the law,
with which they may do as they like?
What provision can they make for possi-
ble incapacity and certain old age if they
live?>—By Harriette M. Johnston—Wood, of
the New York Bar.
To Erect Westinghouse Memorial.
Heads of the various Westinghouse
concerns and well known Pittsburghers
have formed the Westinghouse Memorial
Association. Itis planned to erect in
Pittsburgh a memorial, probably a monu-
ment, to the late George Westinghouse.
—Subscribe for the WATCHMAN. -
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band died. The wife naturally thought |.
husbands cannot. : But is the property |.
.and children following a herd of cattle,
-catching in their hands the fresh manure
.as it falls, or picking it from the ground
‘sale and among the attractions was a
“could not résist the elephant so crawled
FROM INDIA.
By One on Medical Duty in that Far Eastern |
Country. An Interesting Potpouri of General
News and Happenings, With Queer Customs,
Etc. {
Juansi, FEBRUARY 28th, 1913.
Dear Home Folk: :
After several weeks of dark, gloomy,
cool days, without any warning, yester-
day was hot and sunshiny and today all |
my dark blinds are carefully drawn to:
shut out the glare, and whenI go outl]
must use dark glasses.
I went to see a sick woman this morn-
ing, one I had seen some time ago in a
similar attack of sickness. This time
after stepping through a gate ina twelve-
foot high wall 1 entered a large court-
yard surrounded by dwelling houses, on
the verandas of which were seated men. |
The court-yard was all paved and could
have been made very picturesque, but
few Indians ever have flowers or shrubs
of any kind about their houses, it was all
white, glarey, and what was worse, had a
very bad odor.
I was taken throughja near-by door, to
find my patient lying on her bed just in-
side. As you have learned before this—
all these people go to bed in their day
clothes, night garments being a sign of
the Western world. In this instance it
was a little worse than usual, since from
some previous advice, she had been cov-
ered with linseed poultices and having
been on for a varying number of days,
all of her clothing was sticking together
with the stuff and I had to wait until
they undressed her and washed her body
before I could make an examination and
find I had a case of pneumonia to deal
with. And yet these better grade Mo-
hammedans are supposed to keep clean
as a part of their religion. I decided to
have the patient brought into the hos-
pital where we can take good care of her. |
I am just back from church and as I|
walked both over and back I feel a bit |
tired. Although it will be moonlight |
later, I passed several native bullock
carts which it would have pleased you to
see. Walking two or three feet in front
of these bullocks was a man carrying a
candle and shielding it with his hand,
fingers widely parted to let out some
light, thus meeting the law, and at the
same time giving a weird and very inter-
esting effect to me, coming from the op-
posite direction, for it was like a vivid
picture coming out of the intense dark- |
ness—a face and naked “torso” well light-
ed with the shielded candle—at a little
distance away I could not see what it
was or from whence it came.
One is stopped here unless your “ghar-
ry” candles are lighted, and all must
show a light on the right hand side since
all pass to the left. You remember that
is the English custom—never believe it
to be Indian, for they will pass any pos-
sible way, even to turning their teams |
directly across the road in front of you, '
so that as you drive along you or your |
“sais” continuously call out to get out of |
the way.
In so many ways this is such a lawless |
country and yet in others it is ridden to’
death with laws and conventionalities. |
Our dinner tonight was part of this. The
soup, which I think was potato, was so
full of cinnamon and cloves one could
only guess what it was; but all Indian
food has cloves, cinnamon and nutmeg,
so we must have it also. The meat was
cooked to death and the beets, carrots,
potatoes and squash might just as well
have been cooked in the same pot. Then
came an egg custard with caramel dress-
ing, not fit to eat, since either the milk
or eggs had been spoiled; but that did
not matter to the cook—it must be a
“brown pudding”—with the result that |
the pudding was thrown to the “surper.”
I am not complaining, merely trying to
show you the ways of this strange land.
I think I have told you, that although
our nurses have nearly all been in train-
ing for two years, yet when the children
are put to bed not one stitch of wearing
apparel is changed; when taken up in
the morning and their faces must be
washed, a cup is brought full of water
and poured over a hand and the face thus
washed. Not a wash cloth have I seen
used.
Daily I am disgusted with these In-
dians’ short-sightedness. Not a single
bit of cow-manure is ever left to help |
the soil; daily one meets men, women
and putting it into a basket, always car-
ried upon the head; and all around you,
you see the poor starved trees, small,
stunted verdure and only a poor excuse
for grass, which at this season is, of
course, brown and one wonders what this
wonderful climate would produce could
the natural fertilization be procured.
The natural picturesqueness is often
used to attract attention. For instance,
there is to be a musical in General Y’s
garden one day this week, for the benefit
of some good cause. Our invitation ar-
rived via a very brilliantly dressed na-
tive riding on a camel which was just as
brilliantly attired. Imagine such a thing
at home to announce a concert given by
a very good string orchestra.
The Y. M. C. A. had a tea party and
motor car drive and an elephantride. I
up onto the seat with three others.
That great mountain of flesh first pitched
us violently forward, then nearly tossed
‘us over his tail, and he was on his four
feet and with a long slow step started. It
‘was a nice, rocking sensation and had I
i of life?” ‘Only drifting.
; had a book would have just liked to have
gone on and on, but it was a slow prog-
ress and me thinks unless compelled to
: do so, will not select the elephant when
starting on a long journey. It does well
enough for the beauty of a circus to ride
but scarcely fits in with the rushing
Western world we know. The first
opportunity I have I am going to get on
{a camel. I am told that you are sore all
over after your first attempt and many
| are very sea-sick. I know all about that,
now I am ready to find out this new
form. :
Wednesday—After two nights of din-
ner party and work the recreation this
week has been watching the military
“Assault at Arms” during which all the
regiments must take part and compete
i for place; it is like a big school exhi-
bition taking place on an immense pa-
rade ground, but instead of children,
they are men from two countries.
One of the prettiest sights I have seen
in years was a drill of the “Lancers” on
horse back to band music. Half of the
men rode light bay horses, the other half
on black horses. The riders all had on
red turbans, blue tunics and white trous-
ers and each carried a long lance with a
small triangular flag of red and white
on the topmost point. Those horses
were well trained; I have never seen a
calisthenic drill that was better done.
Today the officers compete and I am told
they are not nearly as good as the men.
(Continued next week.)
pian Sharh
Jottings of Interest.
“The ffivolous, purposeless lives of
this world are like ships at the mercy of
wind and tide. Hail one of them and
ask, “Whither are you bound?” and the
answer will be, “I don’t know.” ‘What
cargo do you carry?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘Well
what are you doing out here on the ocean
Oh! but you
don’t know what a sorry spectacle you
make—only drifting when there is so
much to be done.”
SAMUEL V. COLE.
“In France during the Second Empire,
forty years and more ago, an investiga-
tion of the government schools showed
that the boys who used tobocco were
so far beneath the others in health, in-
tellect and morals, that the use of tobacco
was prohibited thenceforth in all French
government schools. France is a logical
nation. The American boy who wants
to make the best of himself should be
logical too, and rule out the cigarette.”
“The diamond is one kind of crystal
and coal is another. But, on the whole,
though the diamond is beautiful, the
world would rather give up its diamonds
than its coal. More depends upon the
coal—far more. Genius is as shining as
the diamond; faithfulness to duty is often
as dull as the coal to the eye. But it is
the latter, after all, that helps the world
most.”
“When the imprisoned Louis Napoleon
was being derided for his foolish attempts
upon France he said: “Who knows? I
1 am the nephew of my uncle, I may yet
sit upon the imperial throne” and he did.
Nothing is ever lost in aiming at the
highest and best, for as one says: “Labor-
ing toward distant aims sets the mind in
a higher key, and puts us at one rest.”
Publicity Committee
Bellefonte Woman's Club.
Year’s Growth in the Churches.
The actual enrolled membership of
Christian churches within continental
United States showed a net increase of
618,000, or 1.8 per cent., during 1913, ac-
cording to statistics just made public by
the Washington office of the Federal
Council of Churches of Christ in Amer-
ica. The Methodist church led in the
increased membership with 220,000. The
other churches in their order follow:
Baptist, 64,000; Presbyterian, 45,600;
Lutheran, 36,100; Disciples, 21,800; and
Episcopal, 16,500.
The actual membership of the largest
churches in the United States are given
as follows: Roman Catholic, 13,099,534;
Methodist, 7,125,069; Baptist, 5,924,622;
Lutheran, 2,380,722; Presbyterian, 2,027,-
293; Disciples of Christ, 1,519,369; Pro-
testant Episcopal, 997,407; and Con-
gregational, 748,340. These eight churches.
contain 34,000,000 of the 37,280,000 of
actual church membership within the
United States. .t
Hold Balance of Power in Chicago.
Womerl voters will hold the balance of
power in every ward in the aldermanic
elections April 7th, politicians noted on
Wednesday after a careful scanning of
the registration books closed on Tuesday
night.
Women to the number of 218,643 have
registered as qualified voters in Chicago.
The male registration is 474,981, giving
the Windy city a grand total of 693,624,
more registered voters than any city in
the United States.
The First ward, where “Bath House
John” Coughlin is opposed for re-election
to the city council by Miss Marion Drake,
has 4,718 women registered gnd 13,514
men. The Twenty-fifth, the banner
suffrage ward of the city, shows a female
registration of 13,431 as against 20,285
men. :
If a man wants to raise his house, he
can put jacks under and slowly lift it into
position.” He can raise it much quicker
by exploding a charge of dynamite under
the house, but it will ruin the house.
There are two methods of treatment for
the bowels, the slow, sure method,
which a small pill and a carefully
uated dose remove obstructions. That's
the method of Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant
Pellets, There are other pills that act
like dynamite. But they ruin the system
in doing it. Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets
represent the best of modern skill and
science applied to the production of a
perfect pill. They help the system, and
their use does not beget the pill habit.