Benoa
Bellefonte, Pa., May 19, 1916.
TURNING THE TABLE.
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Once a sweet boy sat and swung on a limb;
Onthe ground stocd a sparrow-bird looking at
him.
Now the boy he was good, but the sparrow was
bad,
So it shied a big stone at the head of the lad,
And it killed that poor boy, and the sparrow was
glad.
Then the little boy's mother flew over the trees:
“Tell me, where is my little boy, sparrow-bird,
please?”
“He is safe in my pocket,” the sparrow-bird
said,
And another stone shied at the fond mother’s
head,
And she fell at the feet of the wicked bird,
dead.
You imagine, no doubt, that the tale I have
mixed,
But it wasn’t by me that the story was fixed.
*Twas a dream a boy had after killing abird,
And he dreamed it so loud that I heard every
word,
And I jottedit down as it really occurred.
‘““THE TAPS THAT TOLD.”
BY MARTHA ALRICKS JOHNSON.
Baldwin stood at the window of 2 stuf-
fy office, on the sixth floor of a New
York business building, looking absent-
mindedly about over the little back yards,
and down into the narrow street that ran
along at their rear. It was nearly time
for him to leave for the day, and go to
his lodging house. A fine, drizzling rain
was falling. It was dull and cheerless
outside, and no better inside.
The young man was a stranger in the
city, having gone there from one of the
rural districts of the State, for the pur-
pose of studying law. The man with
whom he was associated was abroad for
an indefinite time, and Baldwin had the
office to himself, save for a young artist
who had his studio across the hall, who
took pity on him, and a few clients of
his preceptor, who not knowing he was
out of town, called on business, and the
postman.
Baldwin was discouraged enough to
“pull up stakes” and go home, but was
deterred by the thought of what his
friends, and the world in general would
say of him. He had his living to make,
and had no time to waste in idle dream-
ing. He was tired to death of the lone-
ly existence he was leading.
Debating in his mind how to mend
matters, his attention was arrested by a
step on the bare floor beside him. Turn-
ing, he saw the postman lay a letter on
his desk. Mechanically he took it up
and hastily breaking the seal, read:
BEECHMONT, N. Y., Oct. 14, 1911.
“MR. E. C. BALDWIN,
Dear Sir:
A diamond brooch, an heirloom
in the family, has mysteriously disap-
peared at my house. I would like you
to undertake the work of recovering it.
Will pay for your services $50.00.
Yours truly,
J. C. OLcoTT.”
“Gee whiz! Thatain’t bad. I wonder
how in the name of all that’s good and
holy the man Olcott happened to pitch
on me? He is evidently laboring under
the delusion that I'm a detective. I bet
he thinks I'm E. G. Baldwin, the head
and front of the Pinkerton force. I've
nothing to do with that. Heavens, it
would keep me busy if I did.” Then he
read the letter again.
“I don’t know a thing about detective
work, wish I did. There’s not much to
learn, only to know when and where to
strike.” He paced the floor excitedly.
“I wonder how it would be? It would
certainly be a diversion, and let me out.
I know no other way to make $50.00. It
ain’t as if I were going into the business
for life. It’s not in my line, I confess,
but anything is better than sitting here
with my hands folded.” Suddenly he
came to a stand still, then resumed his
musings: “I'm getting deuced tired of
this beastly hole, without so much asa
dog to speak to. Blamed if I don’t think
the old man’s offer a pretty good scheme.
Here goes for it,” and seating himself
before his desk, the young man drew the
pad of writing paper to him and taking
up his pen wrote: ’
NEW YORK, Oct. 14th, 1911.
MR OLCOTT,
Dear Sir:
Yours just received, and in re-
ply would say, I will be pleased to look
up family heirloom. Please advise me
when it will be convenient for me to
- come to your place.
Respectfully,
E. C. BALDWIN.”
By wire Baldwin received the follow-
ing message: “Come on the 18th. Car-
riage will meet you at Beechmont Sta-
tion, 3.40 trainp. m. J. C. 0.”
Miss Olcott was a queenly looking
girl. Her picture hat with long willow
plumes sat jauntily on her fluffy light
curls. Just a tinge of tan lent color to
her face. She wore a white swiss em-
broidered shirt waist, a skirt of some
dark wool material, and on her hands
were long, buff gloves. Consulting her
watch she looked anxiously down the
track. “Five minutes to wait,” then she
drew the lines tighter, spoke reassuringly
to the horses, and held the ribbons taut
as the great puffing engine rounded the
curve, and slowed up in front of the little
platform.
Only one passenger alighted from the
train. A tall, well built young man. As
he glanced inquiringly about him, his
eyes lighted on the trim horses, and the
girl regarding him searchingly. With an
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The Circus Zoo.
Wonderful Menagerie Found With Carl Hagenbeck-
Wallace Circus.
One of the things in which the Carl
Hagenbeck-Wallace circus has always ex-
celled is in its menagerie. Carl Hagen-
beck, the noted German animal man, was
the first person who ever succeeded in
breaking and subduing wild animals for
a public performance. He startled the
capitals of Europe half a century ago
with his intelligent, yet man-eating beasts.
At each world’s fair that has been held
in the United States in the past forty
years the Carl Hagenbeck wild animals
tion.
So much interest was aroused at the
St. Louis World's Fair in 1904 that then
Carl Hagenbeck went into partnership
with B. E. Wallace, the “circus king,” to
combine their two shows. At first the
idea looked impossible, because of their
size. Each show had already reached a
state that it required the efforts of only
the most skilled circus officials to handle.
The greatest problem was the one in-
volved in the transportation. A train,
one mile in length, was built and divided
into three sections. In this way the ob-
stacle of moving the great institution
from city to city was solved.
Yet, each year since the consolidation
of the shows, the Carl Hagenbeck-Wallace
circus has grown. All of the wild ani-
mals with the show are under the direc-
tion of the Hagenbecks. Only the choicest
specimens are seen, others are disposed
to smaller circuses and zoos. The Hagen-.
beck farm in Hamburg, Germany, is the
world’s biggest animal headquarters. As
fast as rare and costly specimens are
captured by the Hagenbeck hunters, scat-
tered throughout the world, they are
sent to their own show, the Carl Hagen-
beck-Wallace circus.
But the Hagenbeck animals only form
one department of the combined shows.
The Great Wallace circus still excels as
the “Highest class circus in the world.”
The performance is given in three rings
and on two elevated stages. More than
400 noted artists that represent almost
every country on the globe will be seen
with the Carl Hagenbeck-Wallace circus
in Bellefonte on Wednesday, May 31st.
independent manner he stepped forward.
“Is it Miss Olcott?” touching his hat.
“It is,” was the reply, in a low voice,
“and your are Mr. Baldwin?” When she
heard his murmured ‘yes,’ she slackened
her hold on the lines, drew the horses
aside and brought them to a stand.
“Get in if you please.”
The traveler lifted his suit case into
the vehicle and pushing it under the
seat, climbed up and took the place by
her side.
With a firm hold on the lines, the
young woman touched the horses lightly
with the whip. At the touch, they sprang
forward and dashed briskly down the
road.
“lI suppose, Miss Olcott,” her com-
panion said, with manifest interest, “your
father has heard nothing further with re-
gard to the lost brooch?”
“Indeed no, and we are both worried.
You see it belonged to an old aunt of
papa’s, and came to me by inheritance.”
“How did you happen to lose it?”
“I had it on the afternoon that it dis-
appeared. Papa and I were going out
for a drive. At the last moment, I made
the discovery that the catch which fas-
tened the pin was broken, and I was
afraid of losing it, and as the carriage
was at the door and I d‘dn’t want to keep
the horses standing, instead of taking the
pin to my room, I just laid it on the
mantle in the library.”
“Is the library on the first floor?’”
“Yes, it's at the rear of the parlor.
While we were out a rain storm came up
and we were obliged to take refuge at
the house of one of the neighbors, con-
sequently we did not get home until after
dark. But the servants being trust-
worthy, we felt no uneasiness.”
“Have they lived with you long?”
“Oh, ves indeed. One has been with
us for over eight years, and the other
six. They are both perfectly honest.
The house maid said that after we drove
off, she and the scook went up to their
room on the third floor, and came down.
just before the rain to close the win-
dows. And while she was watching the
storm, she saw a tramp going down the
drive.”
“I'm afraid he’s got the pin.”
“Papa thinks so.”
It was a charming day, the trees were
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grance of the woods. Baldwin was en-
joying the drive tolthe full, and he lean-
ed back and took a survey of the coun-
try through which they were passing,
every now and then casting furtive
glances at the charming girl. by his side.
He thought to himself that he had never
enjoyed a drive so much in his life.
Beechmont, the home of Mr. Olcott,
was on the Hudson. A fine old pic-
turesque mansion covered with ivy, stood
grim and imposing in the waning light.
Mr. Olcott was a widower; his house-
hold consisted of himself, his daughter
Anita, two house servants, and two field
hands. Mr. Olcott was not actively en-
gaged in any business, having as much
as he could do to look after his estate,
which consisted of 2100 acres.
When the young girl and her escort
drew rein at the door of her home, her
father came out to assist her to alight,
and to welcome his guest. As he took
the young man’s hand he looked sharply
at him.
“You are a very much younger man,
than I expected to see, Mr. Baldwin,” he
said. “But I suppose you are not with-
out experience?” Baldwin looked con-
fused, and blushing to the roots of his
hair replied:
“Oh, I've had lots of experience.”
Never in the whole course of his life had
Baldwin been placed in so awkward a
position. He was afraid every moment
that his host would touch on his qualifica-
tions in the work he had assumed, and
in order to prevent him, Baldwin talked
about everything he could think of, but
the subject his host was most interested
in.
Although given every possible clew to
work on, Baldwin seemed to make no
headway in unraveling the mystery of
the lost brooch.
How kind they were to him, Anita and
her father. They could not have done
more had he been a life-long friend. It
was like heaping coals of fire on his
head, when he was so basely deceiving
them. Still in his heart he believed he
would win in the end.
When a week had rolled round and he
was no nearer finding the object of his
search than he was the day that he came
to them, he began to doubt his ability to
recover it and questioned in his mind if
it would not be better to confess all, and
go home.
It had not occured to him before, what
Mr. Olcott and his daughter might think
of him. A perfect stranger, partaking of
their hospitality, and doing nothing in
return but walking in and out, making
himself at home generally; driving over
the country during the day, and whiling
the evening hours away playing bridge.
One morning when Anita had gone on
an errand to town, and her father was
‘busy about the place, Baldwin was feel-
ing nervous and restless. He had been
at Beechmont ten days, and was no near-
er finding the lost brooch than when he
came. Convinced that it was useless
longer to keep up the farce of playing
detective, he made up his mind that he
would confess all, and went into the
library to think it out.
It was certainly discouraging and
mortifying to have to explain his bold-
ness in assuming to take up a business he
knew nothing about. The more he
thought of it the more dreadful his con-
duct seemed. How did he know but what
Mr. Olcott would not have him arrested
for having gained admittance into the
house under false pretence. At the
thought, he paced the floor in sheer
desperation.
While he was waiting for his friends
to come in, he heard a sound: “Tap, tap,
tap, tap.” He thought it was the hinges
of the shutter outside and in order to
rid himself of the noise, he took his hat
and went out on the porch. He found it
cool, however, and went back to the
library, where he heard the sound again.
The window was raised about three
inches, and the air from outside blew
the lace curtain to and fro. He noticed
that every time the curtain touched the
sash it made the tapping sound. To
satisfy his curiosity, he went to the win-
dow and picking up the lower end of the
curtain, ran his fingers along it. To his
surprise they came in contact with a
hard substance like a pebble imbedded
in the meshes of the lace. As he held it
up to the light, he saw that the stone
resembled glass, and was set in some-
thing that shone like gold. He worked
with it until he dislodged it, and was as-
tonished to find that instead of a pebble
it was the lost brooch.
It had been swept off the mantle by
the curtain at the time of the storm and
caught in the lace. The wind swaying
the curtain brought it in contact with
the sash, and every time the stone struck
it, it made the tapping sound.
Of course Baldwin received the reward,
and when he told of his deception Mr.
Olcott was so rejoiced to get back the
old heirloom that he took no account of
it. After Baldwin's talk Anita slipped
quietly out of the room into the con-
servatory, where in a few minutes she
was joined by her lover.
“What made you run away?” he asked,
looking reproachfully at her. “Was it
because I deceived your father, and you
do not trust me?” ’
“No,” she replied, with wide, question-
ing eyes. “If you had not come doubt-
less the brooch would have been swept
out, and we would never have known
what became of it.”
“Then you do not regret my coming to
Beechmont?”
“You have made it very pleasant, and
I shall miss you,” she replied, with down-
cast eyes. “I wish you were not going
away.”
“I'll come back sometime, if you want
me Anita.”
“You think you will,” she replied, her
eyes suffused with tears, “but I fear when
you get away, you'll forget me.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t forget you, little
girl, when I love you so. Dare I hope
that my love is returned?”
Anita hid her blushing face on his
shoulder, and the tender light in her
eyes told more eloquently than words
how dear he was to her.
—They are all good enough, but the
WATCHMAN is always the best.
Shoe Wearers Must “Pay the Price”.
A side-effect of the far-away war
that interests every man, woman and
child is the announcement of the
fact that shoes must this season ad-
vance in price.
The generally reported scarcity of
leather and increased cost of tan-
ning since the war, combined with an
enormously increased demand for
footwear.
Millions of pairs of shoes for the
European armies have been and still
are being made by American shoe
manufacturers. On the average, these
army shoes consume one and one-half
as much leather as the average Amer-
ican man’s shoe.
Knapsacks, saddles, harness and
other material for the armies at war
and a general increase in equipment
of the American army and state
militia account for a still further
demand on the none too large supply
of leather.
Munitions plants have called for
thousands of feet of leather belting
and the general picking up of busi-
ness has started thousands of factor-
ies’ wheels and grately augmented the
call for belting.
Autoes have also made great and
increasing inroads into the available
leather supply for upholstering.
Leather is a by-product. The supply
cannot be increased at will as crops
and metals are, but is dependent on
the hide supply; and cattle are not
killed, primarily, for their hides.
The latest census reports show
that the cattle population has decreas-
ed 20 per cent in the last ten years,
and the population has increased the
same percentage.
Shoes, therefore, are to be more ex-
pensive. It is said that the increase
for the present will be about 20 per
cent, but will likely be more by next
year.
When the Squirrel Bathes.
I saw a squirrel take a bath the
other day. It was raining, and this
seemed to be an assistance to him. I
was at a great loss at first to un-
derstand what he could be up to. He
was in the crotch of a tree, to which
is attached the shelf that holds the
drinking dish that the squirrels and
the birds use in common. J
Chippy would first lie on his back
and pull himself along; then he would
role to one side and do the same, and
then to the other. Suddenly he sprang
to his haunches, drew his paws along
his wet sides, and then rubbed them
over and over each other; as you may
have chanced to see a farmer do when
he has been washing at the kitchen
sink.
His last performance was the most
amusing of all. After he had got his
body and his hands cleaned to satis-
faction, he began on his face. This
process also reminded me of the
farmer when he rubs the water over
his face with his hands. The comical
part was to see the squirrel use
both hands at once, just as the man
at the sink does, except that the
squirrel rubbed from his ears to his
nose, after the fashion of a cat.
The impression that this gray squir-
rel was taking a bath dawned upon
me when I realized that his fur
must be wet through from the rain
which was steadily falling After
every part of the body had been
thoroughly gone over Chippy scur-
ried to the top of the tree and
stretched himself out full length upon
a limb, waiting for the sun to come
out and dry him.--“The Visitor.”
DESECRATION OF THE UNITED
STATES FLAG.
* Many business men are commercializ-
ing the Flag and Shield, using these ob-
jects of dignity and beauty as advertise-
ments to attract attention. The cases
showing lack of respect seem to arise
from a mistaken sense of admiration for
the colors, rather than from a desire to
desecrate the Flag.
The Pennsylvania Flag Law positively
forbids the use of the Flag for a trade
mark, fining a penalty for such offense
of a fine not exceeding $500 or imprison-
ment for not more than 6 months or
both.
Because of present conditions especial-
ly does it behoove every citizen of the
United States to know just what ous
Flag means; the principles for which it
stands; and the extent of its power.
If educators, town officials, historical
societies, clubs, etc., co-operate in educat-
ing the masses splendid results may be
obtained and the zenith of patriotism be
reached.
The following is a partial list of des-
ecrations which have occurred and will
show somewhat the need of enthusiastic
activity.
1—To hoist the Flag before sunrise
and allow it to remain after sunset.
2—To raise or lower it by mechanical
appliances or allow it to touch the
ground.
3—To. fasten it to the side of a build-
ing, platform, or scaffold.
4—To hang the Flag in the home lower
than one’s head when one is standing, or
in a place below a person sitting. For
. | decorative purposes it must hang from a
pole or rope.
5—To not place the field on the left
side; to have the Flag out of proportion.
(Length is 1.9 the width; the field 2-5 of
length of Flag and 7-13 of width.)
6—To allow Flags to remain on public
buildings or in cemeteries until they are
in rags, or soiled and faded.
7—To mutilate the Flag. Organiza-
tions must not put a border around the
Flag or cut out part of Flag to insert or-
ganization emblem. (Must be reverent-
ly burned when of no further use.)
8—To use as cover for table, pulpit,
desk, box, pillow top or window floor.
9—To place objects upon the Flag
(The Bible is the only object which may
with propriety be laid on the Flag.)
10—To print or write anything what-
ever on the Flag.
11—To print Flag on lid of cigar
boxes.
12—To use picture of Flag for purpose
of advertising. z
13—To attach political tickets to Flag.
14—To attach advertisements to Flag.
15—To print the Flag on skin paper to
use in wrapping fruit, cheeses, hams,
thread, soap, chewing gum, fire works,
cigars.
16—To print Flag on paper and paste
on liquors.
17—To print Fiag on back of trolley
tickets.
18—To print Flag on confectionery
boxes, pillow cases, door mats, paper
napkins, handkerchiefs, blotting pads,
toilet paper.
19—To print Flag on sides of wagons,
on porcelain or crockery. .
20—To use Flag for clouts for prize
fighters, or for contestants in foot races,
etc.
21—To make clothing for clowns, for
representations of Uncle Sam and Co-
lumbia. :
22—To use for sacks to contain mer-
chandise; to use to shade vegetables
from sun, to use as flynets for horses
and dogs, to use on broom labels, on
poster, on sign board, on jitneys.
23—Flag must not be used as Tag for
“Tag Day,” nor at “Military’’ card
games, nor to draw attention to Charity
balls, must not hang over backs of seats
in any gathering.
24—Desecration to tear Flag from
staff-in anger, to tear it in shreds, and to
stamp on it. It must not trail on the
ground.
25—Flag must not be rajsed under
flags of other nations (The only flag
which is ever hcisted above the U.S.
Flag is the Church pennant.)
26—Desecration to permit a dilapidat-
ed Flag to be unfurled.
27—Desecration to figure in the cover
designs of magazines or in cartoons.
28—Paper napkins with Flag on them
must not be sold.
29—Flag must not be worked into
neckties, nor colors worn in belts, nor
bows for slippers nor in matchfobs.
30—Flag must not be used in real
estate deals, sample rooms, shooting gal-
leries, nor with patent medicines, nor
cheap wares, on lolly pops, fly paper,
drum-heads, slate pencil, pencil boxes.
31—It is a desecration to exploit Flag
in moving picture shows or in theaters
to gain applause.
32—Star Spangled Banner should not
be included in medleys.
A mark of disrespect not to stand
when the Star Spangled Banner is play-
ed or sung.
33-—Desecration not to show admira-
tion, love and reverence for Flag in
words and deeds.
N. B. Please read the Pennsylvania
Flag Law.
Miss MIRA HUMES,
MRS. GILBERT G. POND,
Miss HELEN E. C. OVERTON,
State Chairman D. A. R., to prevent Desecration
of the Flag.
—For high class Job Work come to
the WATCHMAN Office.