Bellefonte, Pa., January 9, 192.
MORE TRUTH THAN POETRY.
By James J. Montague.
APPLES.
One liitle apple, hanging on a tree!
Eve said to Adam, “Have a bite with me?”
“Sure,” said the serpent, with a baleful
glance,
“Don’t be a
chance.”
Adam ate the apple, fresh off the limb—
Fond and foolish Adam! That finished
him.
‘fraid-cat,” better take a
More little apples, hanging on a bough
Little Willie ate some; so did the cow.
Both soon discovered something wasn’t
right.
The vet and the doctor labored all that
night.
Vet hurried homeward, at the peep of
dawn.
‘Willie had a narrow squeak, but the cow
passed on.
More little apples, dear old Uncle Si
Biled in the biler when the State went dry.
Fed some to the deacon; nice old man but
frail,
Now the deacon’s doing twenty
jail.
days in
Baldwin, Russet, Garvenstein
or Pip
Apples, oh my brother, have an awful zip!
Bellflower,
LITTLE LUCY ROSE.
Back of the rectory there was a
splendid, long hill. The ground re-
ceded until the rectory garden was
reached, and the hill was guarded on
either flank by a thick growth of pines
and cedars, and, being a part of the
land appertaining to the rectory, was
never invaded by the village children.
This was considered very fortunate
by Mrs. Patersan, Jim’s mother, and
for an odd reason. The rector’s wife
was very fond of coasting, as she was
of most out-of-door sports, but her
dignified position prevented her from
enjoying them to the utmost. In
many localities the clergyman’s wife
might have played golf and tennis,
have rowed and swum and coasted
and skated, and nobody thought the
worse of her; but in The Village it
was different.
Sally had therefor rejoiced at the
discovery of that splendid, isolated
hill behind the house. It could not
have been improved upon for a long,
perfectly glorious coast, winding up
on the pool of ice in the garden and
bumping thrillingly between dry veg-
etables. Mrs. Paterson steered and
Jim made the running pushes, and
slid flat on his chest behind his moth-
er. Jim was very porud of his moth-
er. He often wished that he felt at
liberty to tell of her feats.
never been told not to tell, but realiz-
ed, being rather a sharp boy, that si-
lence was wiser. Jim’s mother con-
fided in him, and he respected her
confidence. “Oh, Jim, dear,” she
would often say, “there is a mothers’
meeting this afternoon, and I would
so much rather go coasting with you.”
Or, “There’s a Guild meeting about a
fair, and the ice in the garden is re-
ally quite smooth.”
It was perhaps unbecoming a rec-
tor's wife, but Jim loved his mother
better because she expressed a pref-
erence for the sports he loved, and
considered that no other boy had a
mother who was quite equal to his."
Sally Paterson was small and wiry,
with a bright face, and very thick,
brown hair which had a boyish crest
over her forehead, and she could run
as fast as Jim. ,Jim’s father was
much older than his mother, and very
dignified, although he had a keen
sense of humor. He -used to laugh
when his wife and son came in after
their coasting expeditions.
“Well boys,” he would say, “had a
good time?”
Jim was perfectly satisfied and con-
vinced that his mother was the very
best and most beautiful person in the
village, even in the whole world, until
Mr. Cyril Rose came to fill a vacancy
of cashier in the bank, and his daugh-
ter, little Lucy Rose, as a matter of
course came with him. Little Lucy
had no mother. Mr. Cyril’s cousin,
Martha Rose, kept his house, and
there was a colored maid with a bad
temper, who was said, however, to be
invaluable “help.”
Little Lucy attended Madame’s
school. She came the next Monday
after Jim and his friends had planned
to have a chicken roast and failed.
After Jim saw little Lucy he thought
no more of the chicken roast. It
seemed to him that he thought no
more of anything. He could not by
any possibility have learned his les-
sons had it not been for the desire to
appear a good scholar before little
Lucy. Jim had never been a self-con-
scious boy, but that day he was so
keenly worried ahout her opinion of
him that his usual swing broke into a
strut when he crossed the room. He
need not have been so troubled, be-
cause little Lucy was not looking at
him. She was not looking at any boy
or girl. She was only trying to learn
her lesson. Little Lucy was that
rather rare creature, a very gentle,
obedient child, with a single eye for
her duty. She was so charming that
it was sad to think how much her
mother had missed, so far as this
world was concerned.
The minute Madame saw her a sin-
gular light came into her eyes—the
light of love of a childless woman for
a child. Similar lights were in the
eyes of Miss Parmalee and Miss Ac-
ton. They looked at one another with
a sort of sweet confidence when they
were drinking tea together after
school in Madame’s study.
“Did you ever see such a darling?”
said Madame.
Miss Parmalee said she never had,
and Miss Acton echoed her.
“She is a little angel,” said Mad-
ame.
“She worked so hard over her ge-
ography lesson,” said Miss Parmalee,
“and she got the Aamzon River in
New England and the Connecticut in
South America, after all; but she was
so sweet about it, she made me want
to change the map of the world. Dear
little soul, it did seem as if she ought
He had |
to have rivers and everything else
just where she chose.”
“And she tried so hard to reach an
octave, and her little finger is too
short,” said Miss Acton; “and she
hasn’t a bit of an ear for music, but
her little voice is so sweet it does not
matter.”
“] have seen prettier children,”
said Madame, “but never one quite
such a darling.”
Miss Parmalee and Miss Acton
agreed with Madame, and so did
everybody else. Lily Jenning’s beau-
ty was quite eclipsed by little Lucy
but Lily did not care; she was herself
one of little Lucy’s most fervent ad-
mirers. She was really Jim Pater-
son’s most formidable rival in the
school. “You don’t care about great,
horrid boys, do you, dear?” Lily said
to Lucy, entirely within hearing of
Jim and Lee Westminster and John-
ny Trumbull and Arnold Carruth and
Bubby Harvey and Frank Ellis, and a
number of others who glowered at
her.
Dear little Lucy hesitated. She did
not wish to hurt the feelings of the
boys, and the question had been loud- |
ly put. Finally she said she didn’t
know. Lack of definite knowledge |
was little Lucy’s rock of refuge in more for music than his mother; and |
while Jim was playing she was re-!
time of need. She would look adora- |
ble, and say in her timid, little fluty |
voice, “I don’t—know.” The last
word came always with a sort of gasp
which was alluring. All the listen-
ing boys were convinced that little
Lucy loved them all individually and
generally, because of her “I don’t—
know.”
Everybody was convinced of little
Lucy’s affection for everybody, which
was one reason for her charm. She
flattered without knowing that she
did so. It was impossible for her to |
look at any living thing except with |
soft eyes of love. It was impossible
for her to speak without every tone
conveying the sweetest deference and
admiration. The whole atmosphere of
Madame’s school changed with the ad-
vent of the little girl. Everybody
tried to live up to little Lucy’s sup-
posed ideal, but in reality she had no
ideal. Lucy was the simplest of lit-
tle girls, only intent upon being good,
doing as she was told, and winning
her father’s approval, also her cousin
Martha's.
Martha Rose was quite elderly, al-
though still good-looking. She was
not popular, because she was very si-
lent. She dressed becomingly, receiv-
ed calls and returned them, but hard-
ly spoke a word. People rather dread-
ed her coming. Miss Martha Rose
would sit composedly in a proffered
chair, her gloved hands crossed over
her nice, gold-bound card case, her
chin tilted at an angle which never
varied, her mouth in a set smile
which never wavered, her slender feet
in their best shoes toeing out precise-
ly under the smooth sweep of her
gray silk skirt. Miss Martha Rose
dressed = always in gray, a fashion
which the village people grudgingly
admired. It was undoubtedly becom-
ing and distinguished, but savored
ever so slightly of ostentation, as did
her custom of always dressing little
Lucy in blue. There were different
shades and fabrics, but blue it always
was. It was the best color for the
child, as it revealed the fact that her
big, dark eyes were blue. Shaded as
they were by heavy, curly lashes,
they would have been called black or
brown, but the blue in them leaped to
vision above the blue frocks. Little
Lucy had the finest, most delicate fea-
tures, a mist of soft, dark hair, which
curled slightly, as mist curls, over
sweet, round temples. She was a
small, daintily clad child, and she
spoke and moved daintily and softly;
and when her blue eyes were fixed
upon anybody’s face, that person
straightway saw love and obedience
and trust in them, and love met love
half-way. Even Miss Martha Rose
looked another woman when little Lu-
cy’s innocent blue eyes were fixed up-
on her rather handsome but colorless
face between the folds of her silvery
hair; Miss Martha’s hair had turned
prematurely gray. Light would come
into Martha Rose’s face, light and
animation, although she never talked
much even to Lucy. She never talked
much to her cousin Cyril, but he was
rather glad of it. He had a keen mind,
but it was easily diverted, and he was
engrossed in his business, and con-
cerned lest he be disturbed by such
things as feminine chatter, of which
he certainly had none in his own
home, if he kept aloof from Jenny,
the colored maid. Hers was the only
female voice ever heard to the point
of annoyance in the Rose house.
It was rather wonderful how a child
like little Lucy and Miss Martha liv-
ed with so little conversation. Martha
talked no more at home than abroad;
moreover, at home she had not the at-
titude of waiting for some one to talk
to her, which people outside consider-
ed trying. Martha did not expect her
cousin to talk to her. She seldom
asked a question. She almost never
volunteered a perfectly useless obser-
vation. She made no remarks upon
self-evident topics. If the sun shone,
she never mentioned it. If there was
a heavy rain, she never mentioned
that. Miss Martha suited her cousin
exactly, and for that reason, aside
from the fact that he had been de-
voted to little Lucy’s mother, it never
occurred to him to marry again. Lit-
tle Lucy talked no more than Miss
Martha, and nobody dreamed that she
sometimes wanted somebody to talk
to her. Nobody dreamed that the
dear little girl, studying her lessons,
learning needlework, trying very fu-
tilely to play the piano, was lonely;
but she was without knowing it her-
self. Martha was so kind and so still;
and her father was so kind and so
still, engrossed in his papers or books,
often sitting by himself in his own
study. Little Lucy in this peace and
stillness was not having her share of
childhood. When other little girls
came to play with her, Miss Martha
enjoined quiet, and even Lily Jen-
ning’s brid-like chattering became
subdued. It was only at school that
Lucey got her chance for the irrespon-
sible delight which was the simple
right of her childhood, and there her
zeal for her lessons prevented. She
was happy at school, however, for
there she lived in an atmosphere of
demonstrative affection. The teach-
ers were given to seizing her in fond
arms and caressing her, and so were
her girl companions; while the boys,
especially Jim Paterson, looked wist-
fully on.
Jim Paterson was in love, a charm- |
ing little poetical boy-love; but it was
love. Everything which he did in
those days was with the thought of
little Lucy for incentive. He stood
better in school than he had ever done
before, but it was all for the sake of
little Lucy. Jim Paterson had one
talent, rather rudimentary, still a tal-
ent. He could play by ear. His fath-
er owned an old violin. He had been
inclined to music in early youth, and
Jim got permission to practice on it, |
and he went by himself in the hot at-
tic and practiced. Jim’s mother did
liminary scraping tortured her. Jim
tucked the old fiddle under one round
boy-cheek and played in the hot attic,
with wasps buzzing around him; and
he spent his pennies for catgut, and
platform, with Miss Acton playing an
accompaniment on the baby grand pi-
ano, and he manged a feeble but true
tune on his violin.
tle Lucy, but little Lucy cared no
hearsing in the depths of her mind
the little poem which later she was to
recite; for this adorable little Lucy
was, as a matter of course, to figure
in the entertainment. It therefore
happened that she heard not one note
of Jim Paterson’s painfully executed
piece, for she was saying to herself
in mental sing-song a foolish little
poem, beginning:
“There was a little flower that bloomed
Beside a cottage door.”
When she went forward, lttle dar-
ling blue-clad figure, there was a mur-
mur of admiration; and when she
{ made mistakes straight through the
poem, saying,
“There was a little flower that fell
On my aunt Martha’s floor.”
for beginning, there was a roar of
tender laughing and a clapping of
tender hands, and everybody wanted
to catch hold of little Lucy and kiss
her. It was one of the irresistible
charms of this child that people loved
her the more for her mistakes, and
she made many, although she tried so
very hard to avoid them. Little Lu-
cy was not in the least brilliant, but
she held love like a precious vase, and
it gave out perfume better than mere
knowledge.
Jim Paterson was so deeply in love
with her when he went home that
night that he confessed to his moth-
er. Mrs. Paterson had led up to the
subject by alluding to little Lucy
while at the dinner table.
“Edward,” she said to her husband
—both she and the rector had been
present at Madame’s school entertain-
ment and the tea-drinking afterward
—“did you ever see in all your life
such a darling little girl as the new
cashier’s daughter? She quite makes
up for Miss Martha, who sat here one
waiting for me to talk to her. That
child is simply delicious, and I was so
glad she made mistakes.”
“Yes, she is a charming child,” as
sented the rector, “despite the fact
that she is not a beauty, hardly even
pretty.”
~#] know it,”
“but she has the worth of beauty.”
Jim was quite pale while his fath-
er and mother were talking. He
swallowed the hot soup so fast that it
burned his tongue. Then he turned
very red, but nobody noticed him.
When his mother came up stairs to
kiss him good night he told her.
“Mother,” said he, “I have some-
thing to tell you.”
“All right, Jim,” replied Mrs. Pat-
erson, with her boyish air.
“It is very important,” said Jim.
Mrs. Paterson did not laugh; she
did not even smile. She sat down be-
side Jim's bed and looked seriously at
his eager, rapt, shamed little boy-face
on the white pillow. “Well?” said
she, after a minute which seemed dif-
ficult to him.
Jim coughed. Then he spoke with
a blurt. “Mother,” said Jim, “by and
by, of course not quite yet, but by and
bY will you have any objection to
iss Lucy Rose as a daughter?”
Even then Mrs. Paterson did not
laugh or even smile. “Are you think-
ing of marrying her, Jim?” asked
she, quite as if her son had been a
man.
“Yes, mother,” replied Jim. Then
he flung up his little arms in pink pa-
jama-sleeves, and Mrs. Paterson took
his face between her two hands and
kissed him warmly.
“She is a darling, and your choice
does you credit, Jim,” said she. “Of
course you have said nothing to her
et ”
“I thought it was rather too soon.”
“I really think you are very wise,
Jim,” said Mrs. Paterson. “It is too
soon to put such ideas into the poor
child’s head. She is younger than
you, isn’t she, Jim?”
“She is just six months and three
days younger,” replied Jim, with
majesty.
“I thought so. Well, you know,
Jim, it would just wear her all out as
young as that to be obliged to think
about her trousseau and housekeeping
and going to school, too.”
“I know it,” said Jim with a pleas-
ed air. “I thought I was right, moth-
er.
“Entirely right,” said Mrs. Pater-
son, “and you, too, really ought to fin-
ish school, and take up a profession
or a business, before you say any-
thing definite. You would want a
nice home for the dear little thing,
you know that, Jim.”
-Jim stared at his mother out of his
white pillow. “I thought I would stay
with you, and she would stay with her
father until we were both very much
older,” said he. “She has a nice home
now, you know, mother.”
Mrs. Paterson’s mouth twitched a
little, but she spoke quite gravely and
reasonably. “Yes, that is very true,”
said she; “still I do think you are
wise to wait, Jim.”
When Mrs. Paterson had left Jim,
she looked in on the rector in his stu-
dy. “Our son is thinking seriously of
marrying, Edward,” said. she.
The rector stared at her. She had
shut the door, and she laughed.
“He is very discreet. He has con-
sulted me as to my approval of her as
FORD EAGLE MAKES
It was all for lit-
said Mrs. Paterson, :
a daughter and announced his inten-
: tion to wait a little while.” ;
The rector laughed; then he wrink-
led his forehead uneasily. “I don’t
like the little chap getting such
ideas,” said he.
“Don’t worry, Edward, he hasn’t
got them,” said Sally Paterson.
“I hope not.”
“He has made a very wise choice.
She is that perfect darling of a Rose
girl who couldn’t speak her piece, and
thought we all loved her when we
laughed.”
“Well, don’t let him get foolish
ideas; that is all, my dear,” said the
| rector.
not care for music, and her son’s pre-
(Concluded next week).
RUN.
| Navy Official Ri Ro -
he learned to mend fiddle-strings; | vy cials at River Rouge Pleas
and finally came a proud Wednesday |
afternoon when there were visitors in
| Madame’s school, and he stood on the
ed. With Boats Performance—
Detroit to Montreal in Six-
ty-Three Hours.
Another Ford Eagle has achieved a
record. Number Thirty-seven steam-
ed away from Detroit, Michigan, at
two o’clock on the afternoon of Sep-
tember 11th, and arrived at Montreal,
Canada at five a. m. September 15th,
after having traveled a distance of
seven hundred and fifty miles in six-
ty-three hours, which is a record for
speed by water between the two cities.
One handicap « which materially de-
creased the running time was the ne-
cessity of having the boat towed
through the Welland Canal, a distance
of twenty-six miles. Because of its
shallowness the Canal cannot be tra-
i versed by a boat under its own pow-
‘e
r.
The boat was manned by fifty navy
men from the U. S. Naval cantonment
at River Rouge and was under the
command of Lieutenant Hartley, who
was detailed to take the boat from
i Detroit to the navy yards at Ports-
mouth, New Hampshire.
expected the Eagle will join the At-
Later it is
lantic Fleet.
The naval officers who have been
stationed at the Eagle plant, at River
Rouge, Michigan, since the Ford Mo-
tor company began building the sub-
marine destroyers are well pleased
Fits the performance of the Ford
oats.
State College Opens a New Engineer-
ing Unit.
One of the group of several new
buildings that will replace the large
engineering structure destroyed by
fire a year ago, has been completed
and is now in use by classes of engi- |
neering students at The Pennsylvania |
State College. Another unit will be
completed and ready for occupancy
about the first of February, bringing
the facilities of the School of Engi- |
neering back to an almost normal ba-
sis with the exception of class recita-
tion and office room. By the end of
the present college year a new me-
chanics laboratory is expected to be
bali age ng completed, but this will not relieve
the crowded class room conditions.
With the use of the new shops and
laboratories, State College will have
equipment in its School of Eengineer-
ing. that cannot be surpassed by any
| ot
er institution ' of the kind. The
. most modern and efficient machinery
is to be installed, and with ideal work-
ing conditions for practical training,
{ model shops will feature the college
equipment throughout.
In the building just completed are
| found the industrial engineering forge
and machine shops.
| five recitation rooms, one large draft-
{ing room and two offices, which tend
‘to relieve the crowded conditions to .
some extent. But with all of the new
There are also
buildings in use, the class room and
office space will not be more than half
of that lost through the destruction
of the main building. Executive of-
fices of the school are now scattered
in several different biuldings on the
campus. No provisions have yet been
made for an executive building, or a
hydraulic laboratory, both being
greatly needed to complete the engi-
neering school equipment. Founda-
tions are now being laid for a me-
chanics laboratory, which when com-
pleted will be the best of its kind in
the country.
Two Dead by Exploding Stove Polish.
Mrs. Peter Antosh and her three
year old son Mike, of Morrisdale, are
dead and two other children are in
the Cottage State hospital, Philips-
burg, suffering with bad burns as the
result of an explosion of liquid stove
polish with which the woman was pol-
ishing her stove. The accident hap-
pened about 1:30 o’clock on Saturday
afternoon. Mrs. Antosh undertook to
apply the polish to the stove while it |
was hot and the result was a terrific
explosion which literally blew the
stove to pieces and shattered the
house. The building caught fire al-
most immediately and it was with
difficulty that the injured woman and
two children were removed from the
burning wreck. The third child per-
ished in the flames. Both mother and
child were buried at Hawk Run on
Tuesday morning.
One of Them Would Meet Him.
“One thing is sure,” said a wife to
her husband. “I'm going to settle
this question of whether or not
Shakespeare wrote his plays when I
get to heaven.”
“How ?”’ he asked.
“Why, I'll ask him,” said the prac-
tical wife.
“Yes,” said the husband, “but sup-
pose Shakespeare isn’t in heaven?”
“Well, then,” sweetly returned the
wife, “you ask him.”—Ladies’ Home |
Journal.
His Modesty.
“Why,” we sternly asked of the
footpad, “do you lurk in dark alleys
and slink up behind belated wayfar-
ers and knock
and appropriate their valuables?”
“Because,” frankly replied the
measly malefactor, “I haven’t the
nerve to look them in the eye when I
rob them. I am not a profiteer.”—
Country Gentleman.
— Subscribe for the “Watchman.”
RECORD |
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT.
It is vanity to wish for a long life and
to take little care of leading a good life.—
A. Kempis.
Good Food Habits for Healthy
Boys and Girls.—The rate of growth
in a child after eight years is not as
rapid nor his digestive tract as sensi-
tive as in earlier years, but his food
habits should be safeguarded no less
diligently. Nervous exhaustion, due
to hours of confinement and mingling
with others, may seriously affect the
appetite for good, wholesome food.
Forty-two per cent. of the lowered
| vitality among children is due to poor
and inadequate food and to incorrect
dietary habits.
| A regular meal schedule should be
established and food forbidden at all
other times. The child should never
be allowed to go to school without a
| warm breakfast, and then eat a cold
sandwich at recess or later. A child
does not have reserve materials which
make it possible for him to go with-
out food for this interval of time.
The child who habitually eats no
breakfast will suffer from under-nu-
trition. Warm food promotes easy
and rapid digestion and gives vigor
to body and mind.
A few well-chosen dishes should
compose the meals for children, but
new dishes or appeals to imagination
are helpful in inducing them to eat
proper food. The child’s sense of
taste is keen in early school years.
Highly flavored foods should not be
given to children, since they destroy
appetite for good, wholesome, mild-
flavored food.
Eggs, milk, some meat, and other
foods containing body-building sub-
stances should be used liberally in the
diet. Meat should be served sparing-
ly even until high-school age, never
more than once a day. Green vege-
tables, dried beets and peas, cooked
cereal (from whole grains) are also
valuable for body-building material,
and should be included in the every-
day menu.
Sweets should be forbidden between
meals, but are wholesome in moderate
amounts at the end of a meal. Plain
dried fruits are good substitutes.
Plain cakes and ice cream may be
used for same purpose.
i Rich pastries and fried foods should
| be forbidden.
| Drinking of milk should be encour-
| aged, but tea and coffee should be
! forbidden. A quart of milk for each
| person under 16, and a pint for each
: one over this age, is a good rule. This
includes the amount served in soups,
| desserts, etc. ;
Children should form the habit of
| ent slowly and chew food well.
Whimpering over food should not
{be permitted. Serenity promotes
good digestion.
| _ Distaste for foods should never be
{ discussed before children. Teach
' them to enjoy good, wholesome food.
Rabbit Salad.—To each cup of dic-
ed cooked rabbit meat add 3 cup cel-
ery and % cup salad dressing, } tea-
spoon salt, and afew grains cayenne
pepper. Mix thoroughly and pour in-
to salad bowl lined with lettuce. Put
1 or 2 tablespoons of dressing on top
and garnish with strings of green and
red pepper. Either a mayonnaise or
a belied dressing can be used for this
salad.
Fruits and vegetables from your
garden, which have been stored in
boxes, baskets, barrels, and bins
should be sorted over to remove de-
cayed specimens which may infect the
rest.
Radiators finished either with ordi-
— -
heat than those finished with alumi-
num or copper bronze.
See that all joints in hot-air pipes
are tight—holes act like check dam-
pers. Keep the water container in
the jacket filled.
Children should be taught that care
of clothing means not only saving of
time and labor but saving of money.
Clothing, when taken off, should be
folded or hung properly, not dropped
on the floor. Make it easy for the
children to take care of their gar-
ments by providing playtime clothing
that gives freedom. It should be
made of material that will not easily
soil or tear. Handkerchiefs, caps,
over-shoes, and mittens should be
marked so that they will not be easi-
ly lost. A convenient place for keep-
ing the garments should be provided.
A PHANTOM FAIR.
The desire of one church to get
away from the idea of receiving the
worth of one’s money when making a
so-called donation to the fund for
meeting their general expenses was
the impulse which brought into being
the money-making scheme which was
called a Phantom or Make-Believe
Fair. In order that the plan should
be generally understood, circulars
were printed and distributed through-
out the parish. These stated in sim-
ple language that the object of the af-
fair was to provide an evening of fun,
while giving everyone an opportunity
to give any sum, however large or
small, for the needed fun. Each per-
son was asked to decide the amount
of that sum, and to divide it into two
parts. Cards were also distributed,
upon which were printed the words:
“Donation to Phantom Fair. This is
a Value——"
Each donor was to decide upon
some article which he or she would
have been willing to donate to an or-
dinary fair, to draw a picture or paste
a cut-out one upon the card, to state
its value, and give the amount in cash.
These cards were enclosed in envel-
opes, with only the stated value writ-
ten upon the outside, and were not
signed.
An evening for the holding of the
fair was appointed, at which the
church people spent the second half
of their donation in buying the cards
of others. Several tables were pro-
vided upon which the cards were dis-
played in groups, according to their
fictitiou~ value. Some cards were em-
bellished with works of art; some
were accompanied by bits of limerick
or real verse; some were funny, and
some were beautiful. A little ingenu-
ity on the part of a good many people
had served to give interest and pleas-
ure to all. Hung above the tables
were mottoes printed on bright red
cardboard, which also added to the in-
terest. “Buying Phantoms Brings
Lucl,” “Ghosts of Dear Departed
Bargains,” and many similar senti-
ments were printed large, and the
cards decorated with bats and black
cate. A roll of the crepe paper which
comes especially for Hallowe’en yield-
ed bats and cats and witches suffi-
cient for this purpose, and also pro-
vided table decorations. The figures
were cut out and basted upon a white .
background with black thread, and
the tops of the tables were eovered
. with red paper, which threw the white
envelopes into bold relief. These
decorations were simple in the ex-
treme, but very effective; and the ex-
pense was small. A ghostly enter-
tainment was given consisting of ap-
propriate music, recitations, phantom
dance, and the “Bellamy Lancers,”
danced by young girls whose hair
hung over their faces, and who wore
masks on the back of their heads.
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