, Pa., March 16, 1917. THE CACKLE OF THE HEN. 1 love to hear the Robin, The harbinger of Spring, As he sits upon the apple tree And gleefully doth sing; I love to see him flitting And hear him, too, but then, There's no song so expressive As the cackle of the Hen. The canary in his gilded cage A singer is of note, . His trills and runs amaze me From such a tiny throat: But when it comes to music, No matter where or when, There's nothing that's so cheering As the cackle of the Hen. You've heard about the Mocking bird The Southern warbler sweet, And the Nightingales some singer, Tis said he can’t be beat; But e'en the sweetest songster, In forest, field or glen, Wakes no responsive heart-throb Like the cackle of the Hen. Wilkes-Barre “Record. Overland by Automobile From Phila- delphia to Rushville, Nebraska. (Continued from last week.) August 12th we broke camp at 2:15 p. m., after having mended tires, washed, bathed and cleaned ‘up in general. We stopped a short time at Clyde for oil and again at Napol- eon for provisions. It was getting late so we determined to camp at the first available place. About two miles out we saw a nice looking grove and went in and asked some grown boys if we could camp there. They said, “certainly,” and opened a couple of gates for us to go through, We made camp and were just ready to eat. I went up to the house to get some water, and I thought I would see if they had any eggs or butter to sell. I saw a small boy and asked him. He disappeared into the house and I went ahead and got my water then waited for some time but he did not come back, so I went up to the back door to see if he was coming. I rapped but no one appeared, and I could see no one about. At last I started back to camp and when I got about half way there I was met by a man who imme- diately started in to lecture me for camping there. He wanted to know if I did not know that I was on his ranch? What did I mean by coming in there without permission and start- ing a fire? Was I trying to burn his place down, ete. I explained that we had asked his son. He said, “Oh that boy is too easy! He don’t know any- thing.” He had more to say about it, but I told him to shut up and we would get out. He was very much under the influence of alcohol. I told Mr. Beck, the farmer, that he was the only person who had not shown us the greatest courtesy, and that, rather than be near such an uncivil person, we would go at once. So we went out and ate our supper, which was all ready, and then, although it was dark, we packed up our stuff and left Fairview farm. We proceeded on down the road about five miles through Midville and asked another farmer to let us camp in one of his fields, and at the same time told him about the other case. He said of course we could and at the same time told us that Mr. Beck was the only man he knew of who would act like that. He did not seem to be very highly thought of about there. So we camped under a large tree and the place was really better than where we had camped at Fairview farm. The next morning I fixed the speed- ometer and reset it at 691.2, the dis- tance we had traveled so far. It was 10:45 when we got under way, but we made good progress, stopping at Bry- an for gas and oil and at noon stop- ped 13 miles inside of Indiana, for lunch. While we were preparing lunch Helen was running around the place enjoying herself and when we were ready to sit down she was no- where to be found. A few minutes before we had heard the farmer call her and she had gone to him. When we started to look for her the farmer told us she was in the house eating her dinner. There she was sitting in a high-chair, as big as you please, eating her dinner. The farmer’s wife begged us to let her there as she was enjoying herself. That is the way most of the people treated us. They seemed glad to have us about and to talk to us and it made us feel very good after the experience of the night before. After lunch we continued on and camped at a very nice school- house, about five miles east of Gosh- en. The roads were paved along here and the farms were well kept up. That night a farmer came up to our camp to talk to us. During the con- versation I asked him why it was that the farms looked so much better along the paved roads. He said that it made the hauling better and that more people passed and saw the places so the farmers fixed up the places and took more pride in them and did more fertilizing and there- fore raised better crops and made more money. It certainly was so; the places were all well kept up, the school houses looked as good as in the city, although smaller; the fences were in repair, and the farmers were driving about in autos. Good roads do make a difference. August 14th, we broke camp at 9:30 and ran into Goshen, where I decided to have new bushings placed in the steering connections, as the front wheels were getting very loose. This took until almost noon during which time we got our daily provis- ions and had grease placed in the differential. We then started on our way again, the machine steering very hard, due to the new bushings. We made good time but had a bad blow- out just as we were entering South Bend. I had a spare tire on the rim so it did not take us long to change and we reached the city at 8 p. m. There we got “Dad’s” letter, telling us where we would find Jim Wilson. We looked him up and they invited us to stay all night which we did. Here we had a chance to clean up and sleep in a good bed. No one who has not been in a similar condition can ap- preciate how thankful we were for that great kindness. August 15th, we left at 9:50 a. m., after having had a lovely time. They were making new road out of South Bend and we had been given very ex- plicit directions how to get around the blocked road but we missed the ‘mark somewhere and got into a pep- permint swamp. When we had final- ly returned to the road we found that we had traveled twenty-five miles to make fifteen. Soon after getting back on the cement road we stopped at a farm house to eat our lunch. I went in after water and although I saw a, savage looking bull dog I thought that I was avoiding him. I had just turned away to ask permis- sion to get water when suddenly I heard a growl right at my feet. Nat- urally I lost no time in getting away from the dog, but then I saw that he was tied by a short leash to a wire which permitted him to run between the house and the barn. I got my water but you can bet that I went well around that dog when returning to our camp. That night we pitched camp on a sand dune covered with trees. This was 23 miles from Chi- cago, and right back of a saloon, but on account of the swamps around Chicago this was the only available place. This was the worst place we found on the whole journey to camp, although the people treated us very nice. August 16th, meter reading 932.3, we broke camp at 10 a. m. and reach- ed the city at 11.50. There we had to wait some time to get the muffler, which I had blown off, fixed, as well as to get two tires adjusted. These were American tires, and I swore never again to buy any of that make as I had not only had trouble all along with them but when I asked them to change them for me they were surly about it and then in putting them on, their so-called mechanic, pinched a new tube for me and then put on a cold patch. I was thoroughly dis- gusted and told them if they ever sold tires on account of my recommenda- tion it would be a great surprise to me. We also got route bocks here as well as provisions and left ithe city at 3:55, meter reading 957.4. We stop- ped at Downes Grove for some addi- tional provisions and then pitched camp at 7 p. m. at a lovely school- house, surrounded with trees. There was a pump there and the yard was covered with trees. It was a fine place except that we had to leave the car outside and go back and forth through a gate, made by winding back and forth through a number of posts set upright in the ground. August 17th, meter reading 995.1, we broke camp at 9:15 and reached Aurora at 9:50, leaving at 10:50. We wanted to stop at Sulphur Lick Spring, but the people seemed so in- hospitable and attempted to put so many restrictions on us that we went on about a mile. Here the people were very nice to us. We stopped at Wya- net Station for provisions and pitch- ed camp two miles east of Sheffield at 6:30, in a lovely country school- yard up on a hill overlooking the country all around. We were able to drive in the yard and pitched our tent under the trees. These yards are the best prace to camp through Iowa, be- cause they have all one needs and no one to bother you. August 18th, meter reading 1105.3, broke camp at 9:05 and started for Sheffield. We found a fair dirt road from Sheffield almost to Rock River, but we made good time over it until we got to the river, there our coils gave us so much trouble that we were compelled to stop in the midst of a very dusty road and repair them. We then crossed over the river and stop- ped from 12:30 to 2:50 for lunch. The farmers came out and talked to us and wanted to know why we did not come in and make ourselves at home on their lawn. They also gave Helen a cake which pleased her very much. We reached Moline at 3 p. m., and Davenport at 4 p. m. There we stop- ped for some time to have that coil repaired and also to get a check cash- ed. Although the garage men work- ed for some time on the coil they did not seem to have very much luck with it. Then, when we went to get the check cashed we again had trou- ble, although it was a traveler’s check. We finally went to one of the hotels where they cashed it. We then filled up with gas and oil and secured som= pennants, and left the city at 5:30. We next stopped at Durant for pro- visions and pitched camp at 8 p. m,, about three miles out from Wilton in a shady grove. The farmer took the trouble to walk about two blocks across the road, in his stocking feet, to show us the best place to camo. This was the best camp we found on the entire road. The grass was short and the trees on all sides of us fur- nished plenty of shade. We stayed there all morning, washing and tun- ing up the car, We had bent the ra- dius rod and I took the trouble to turn it over which made it steer very much better. During the morning a little girl came over and played with Helen. She brought her dog along and that pleased Helen very much. Then some chickens and geese came over to see her and shz had a great time trying to catch ther. August 19th at 1:10 p. m., we final- ly were ready to start and had to leave this delightful spot. We stopped at Marengo for provisions and finally pitched camp off the road a short dis- tance at a school house next to a field of timothy seed, which interested Eve very much. The next morning she got up at 4:30 to care for the baby and stayed up till 5:30 to see sun come up, not having seen that sight lg than three or four times in her ife. August 20th we broke camp at 8:50, the earliest we had gotten away so far. We stopped at Victor and had some wires soldered on the spark coils. We then started on but not far when our radiator ran dry and the pistons stuck. We wasted some time there getting them loosened up again. We reached Des Moines in the early afternoon, but on account of its bein Sunday we could not get a new Sol coil, which I was very much in need of, but finally found a master vibra- tor, which we thought at the time was a compromise, but it proved to be the best thing we have done as other coils were almost gone. It was late when we got this fixed however so we start- the club house and got permission to! —— ed out looking for the nearest plac? to camp. We got on a dirt road and | finally to the top of a steep hill. Wg | were disgusted so I got out to lcJk | around and found that we were right | alongside of a golf course. We pitch- | ed camp right there and I went up to % i camp and also water. We found that we were on the public golf course, and ! were told that we could camp. It! was a long tramp for water but the | care taker came back with me and! showed me where we could get water much nearer. If we had known about | it we could have had a dandy place ! they had fixed up for picnickers right | at the well. We did not pitch the tent | this night but slept in the open. i (Concluded next week.) ee —— i Trophies of War. | In the auditorium of the academic building at the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis are 15,000 square yards of flags, most of them trophy flags. The capture of these tattered ban- | ners helped to make the stars and stripes respected by the nations of the earth and reflect undying glory on the men of the United States Na- vy. They are living proofs of the he- roism and courage of the soldiers and sailors who fought to maintain the flag when the nation was struggling for independence and later when it was fighting to establish firmly the foundations of the greatest republic of the world. From 1847 to 1901 this collection nf flags which should be one of Ameri- ca’s most highly prized treasures, was kept at the Naval Academy and ex- hibited in the old naval institute hall. In 1901, when it was decided to tear down this building, the flags were packed in iron boxes and stored away. Being in a dilapidated condition when they were taken down to be packed grave fears were entertained that they would be further damaged by moths. During the ten years they remain- ed in storage repeated efforts were made to have the government take some steps to put them in a perma- nent state of preservation, but with~ out success. In 1912 Congress appro- priated $30,000 for the work of pres- ervation. About three months later Mrs. Amelia Fowler, an expert on flag preservation obtained the services of forty needlewomen, who began the arduous task of sewing over by hand every inch of the 15,000 square yards in the flags, as the natural decay of age as well as the almost hopeless ravages of moths made any ordinary method of preservation seem impos- sible. A special process was originated by Mrs. Fowler, which is described as “spreading the tattered remnants of each flag upon a backing of heavy Irish linen of neutral color.” The delicate work was guided by the original measurement of the flag, by a knowledge of its design and by placing in vertical and horizontal line the warp and woof threads in the fragments of bunting. What remained of the original flag was then sewed firmly to the linen backing by needlewomen under Mrs. Fowler’s instruction and guidance. Less than a year after the labor of repairing was begun, on May 16th, 1913, the flags were completed and put on exhibition at the Naval Acad- emy. In the ceiling of the academic build- ing is one of the most interesting of the trophy flags. It is a British roy- al standard taken from the parlia- ment house at New York, now Toron- to, then the capital of upper Canada, when the place was taken by the squadron under Commodore Isaac Chauncy and a land force under Gen- eral Zebulon Montgomery Pike, April 27, 1813. The squadron, with about 1,700 sol- diers aboard effected a landing at York under cover of a fire of grape from the ships, cleared a way through the Indians and sharpshooters that the English had formed to oppose them and stormed the batteries. The capture of York resulted in the acquisition of the royal standard, the only British royal standard captured and held by any nation. The flags captured by Admiral Dewey at Manila Bay are in this au- ditorium and some of them are ex- quisite. The one flown at the main of the Spanish cruiser Don Antonio de Ulloa is a reminder of the plucky captain of that cruiser, Enrique Re- biou, who refused to surrender -at the battle of Manila Bay on May 1, 1898, so the Ulloa sank with its guns blaz- ing defiance and all flags flying.— Boston Globe. Different Kind of Spring. Jaynes—“Do you remember Jinks, who used to spend all his time writ- ing poems about spring ?” Baynes—“Yes and he nearly starv- ed to death doing it.” Jaynes—“Well, I met him today and he’s looking well fed and prosper- ous. Baynes—“What is he doing now?” Jaynes—“He’s still in the same business, only now his poems are about motor car springs, and he gets a good price for all he can turn out.” Where He Belonged. The recrnit was not very robust, and during a trying route march had to fall out no fewer than five times. The sergeant, an Irishman, got exas- perated. “You are in the wrong regiment,” he shouted. “It’s mot this one you should be in at all.” The recruit looked puzzled. “It’s in the flying corps you should be,” continued the sergeant, “an’ then yer would only fall out once.” Implied Disaster. A lady who refused to give alms to a man heard him mutter: “There! I must resort to my first resolution.” : Judging that he contemplated sui- cide, she called him back and gave him some money, and at the same time asked him what he meant by his remark. : “Oh, ma’am,” said he, “you are very | cakes about three or four inches long, a — SWEETS AND FAVORS. Little Things With a St. Patrick’s Day Flavor. FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. DAILY THOUGHT | A is . | of the sun, it has the fixity of the stars.— Entertaining is a pleasant and easy | pornan Caballero. task these days when the “bakers and | candlestick makers” and the rest of o 1 Pennsylvania suffragists ave jubi- hie sh ok FEDS keep tabs on nie cal: { lant over victories recorded for their y | cause in the last few days. Successes the elaborateness and variety of their | 7/1 q0 the granting of primary elec- | holiday offerings. a : . os | tion franchise for the wonien of Ar- There are numbers of such delicious | kansas and the enfranchisement of looking little cakes this year that will | | 2 ce . : be of special help to the hostess. Lit- ie women Wn hi Plovise oud tle sponge cakes are cut in the shape | g Sanda, d i I a of shamrocks and. iced a delicate | suffrage bill vas passed by the House } . tl : iz - green, or plain white. If they are | of Representatives by a vote of 51 to 1: Hho | 27, and has been signed by Governor Mite they are decorated with a touch | Brough. The Lill empowers wonen no remind us of the “Harp that | t° vote at party primaries. Fropon- ate Halle? | ents of the bill say this is virtually once through Tara's Halls” are small | ¢;;" oy grrage, as nominations in Ar- | kansas at the primaries always mean | election. The enfranc