Bellefonte, Pa., January 23, 1920.
WHY IS IT?
Written by Joe W. Furey and published
in the “Watchman” January 7th, 1878.
Why is it that so oft we live
Apart from those we love on earth?
Why is it that some hearts receive
So little from love's glowing hearth?
Why is it that the vestal flame
Burns bright and clear, for endless
hours,
In other lives—and every name
Is breathed with tenderness but ours?
Why is it that so oft our lives
Are but an arid, trackless waste,
In which no bud nor blossom thrives,
And hope eternal sinks abased?
Why is it that unanchored souls
Go out upon life’s pathless main,
And, belpless ’gainst the storm that rolls,
Are madly dashed to shore again?
Why is it when we fondly crave
Our share of life’s allotted bliss,
Beneath our feet a yawning grave
Opes to entomb our happiness?
Why is it, as we stretch our arms
And strive to clasp the love we miss,
Stern duty raises loud alarms
And warns us that we go amiss?
‘Why is it, as we beck and call
To those we dearly love and bless,
We find betwixt a heartless wall
To baffle every sweet caress?
We may not climb the barrier o'er,
We dare not thrust it from our way;
And thus lie wounded on life’s moor,
Fond hearts that perish day by day.
Why is it thus? O, mortal—think!
God’s ways are not the ways of man—
He will not from His purpose shrink,
Nor has He since the world began.
Though some are led by flowery meads,
Through pastures green, by waters still,
‘While others moan their wretched needs,
All execute His sov'reign will.
Oh, hearts that pine for joys withheld,
That hunger with love’s famine pressed,
He who in grace all men excelled
Will give your broken spirits rest!
Take courage, then—uplift your eyes,
And view by faith the love at hand;
For every wound beneath the skies
There’s balm within the Glory-land.
He leads us Home by diff’rent roads—
To some the way is smooth and straight,
‘While others bend beneath their loads
And stumble even at the gate.
But they who bear their burdens well
With joyful strains shall welcomed be,
And in the ear of God shall tell
Their love throughout Eternity.
THE JUDGMENT OF NORMAN
PRICE.
Jack Burton never tired of toiling
up the rocky path from the little
mountain town to his uncle’s mines
on the side of Bald Eagle mountain.
His cousin Norman was generally his
companion. Norman had all the dar-
ing of a western cowboy, his venture-
some spirit seemed to knew no obsta-
cles and the charm of his company
never abated. So when the two climb-
ed over the great boulders, turning at
intervals to take in the wonderful
panorama of the foothills, the mesa,
with its wandering ribbon of blue
water, and the little mining town at
their feet, it was Norman whose
tongue ran on in an uninterrupted
story of daring deeds, while Jack fair-
ly held his breath to listen.
Perhaps if Norman had been less
handsome, less dashing, he would not
have made such an impression on his
eastern cousin, but he sat on his horse
like an Indian, and his bronzed face
was perfect in outline. All his life he
had lived in the West and everything
he did had the flavor of its freedom.
Today he was confiding in his ad-
miring cousin as usual: “I couldn’t
live the tame kind of life some people
do. There’s Con Johnson, a whaler
to work, big and strong, never sick a
day in all the years he’s been foreman,
yet what does he get out of it? The
gang don’t like him a little bit, he’s
80 deadly puritanical, won’t have a bit
of fun! I tell you a fellow can’t be
so set against everything and pull a
Yong face like a deacon if he wants to
stand in with the boys!”
“Why,” protested Jack feebly, “he
seems to be jolly enough when I'm
around. I thought he was pretty
good company!”
“He could be all right,” conceded
Norman. “But think of a fellow liv-
ing to be twenty-six years old and
owning that he never smoked a cigar,
tasted beer or played a game of
cards! I don’t believe in boozing,”
Norman added quickly. “But a fel-
low can’t influence a bunch of rough-
necks by cutting out everything.”
Jack thought it over for a long time
silently; his life had been patterned
in the same way. Heretofore he had
withstood all ridicule without taking
it very much to heart, but away from
home and in an entirely different at-
mosphere he was beginning to ques-
tion the wisdom of being too strict.
They were nearing the thousand
foot level and he got out his flash-
light. Already he could hear the fore-
man shouting directions to the mem-
bers of his crew, and, as the young
fellows rounded a boulder which ob-
structed their view, they could see
him standing just under the drift, a
handsome, stalwart figure born to
command.
“Father’s going to remember that
old winze,” remarked Norman casual-
ly. “That is, if he can ever get ahead
enough to do it. He’s short of men
now; we never had such a small crew,
just when we need the most help.”
Jack looked down the three-hundred
foot shaft with its light cross braces
every fifteen or twenty feet and
agreed that the mine needed atten-
tion. It was a dark, dizzying depth;
he sounded it with a few small stones
and heard them bounding from side
to side as they struck the braces.
Conroy Johnson came up with a
pleasant greeting. He had merry
blue eyes, a square, resolute chin, and
a face which altogether would inspire
confidence. But for the first time
Jack looked at him critically and fan-
cied he could see a trace of effemina-
ey in his manner. "Yet the dark-brow-
‘ed miners gave him instant if sullen
obedience. n= There was something
about him which forbade trifling. As
Norman had said, they were a bunch
of rough-necks—all but one slender
young fellow who seemed to be the
butt of innumerable jokes.
His name was Pent McLeod. Pent
was short for Pentecost, a name which
his Scotch mother was very proud of,
but the men were unmerciful in their
ridicule. “Pale, puny, pious Pente-
cost,” they called him when the fore-
man was not present. Conroy John-
son had never openly reproved them,
but his displeased look silenced them.
Every time they went up to the
mining camp, Jack and Norman pass-
ed the little cabin where Pent McLeod
and his mother lived. It was a wild,
beautiful spot, commanding a view of
the mesa in the distance and the rug-
ged sides of the intervening moun-
tains. Here Mrs. McLeod had stayed
after the accident which had left her
a widow. cooking, mending and darn-
ing for the single men of the camp.
But the unfailing respect they accord-
ed her did not extend to the son,
whose timidity they scorned.
“Johnson says he works like a tro-
jan,” said Norman, with a smile of
contempt, as Pent dashed past them
toward the lift. “His father was the
most daring man we ever had—the
kind of foreman whom the men ad-
mired. I don’t see how he ever came
to have such a chicken hearted son.”
They were standing by the old
winze when the signal for dinner
sounded. There was an outpouring of
men almost instantly. The foreman
stopped in front of Norman, hesitated
a moment, then spoke up boldly:
“I think this should be retimbered
as soon as possible; it’s really a dan-
gerous thing, the men are so careless
around it. If anyone should tumble
in, those braces would go like so many
matches. I could take a few men
from the day shift and get it over
with. I expect you'll see your father
before I do.”
Something about the foreman’s
quiet assurance seemed to nettle Nozr-
man. “I don’t think it will be any use
to mention it to father; he said yes-
terday he couldn’t spare any men for
repairs yet awhile. Just tell them to
keep away; they know the risk.”
“I’ve warned them time and again,
but they get to fooling and forget. It
would cost your father a good deal f
there was an accident.”
Norman flushed angrily. “He’ll at-
tend to that without any assistance,”
he answered shortly.
Jack Burton thought he had never
seen a sterner look on a man’s face
than the one which followed his cous-
in. Somehow Norman did not seem
quite such a hero at that particular
the dizzying depth, agreeing with the
foreman. His cousin was close on his
heels, kicking the pebbles impatiently.
The miners were filing past hurried-
ly. There were rough jests, jostling,
and pushing, but no accidents. After
all, these men knew the danger, why
should he worry?
Suddenly, a quick inarticulate
sound, the fall of a heavy body, caus-
ed Jack to turn. A stone had loosen-
ed from the roof of the drift and hit
his cousin. Norman pitched forward
toward the mouth of the old winze
and would have fallen in but Jack
gave a quick spring, dragging him
back but losing his own balance. He
wavered dizzily, his feet would not
obey his behest, the black opening
seemed to beckon him! At that in-
stant the firm hand of the foreman
gripped him, pulled him back to safe-
ty. But he, in turn, seemed to trip
over something.
Horror-stricken, Jack saw him top-
ple and disappear. The ground seem--
ed to have swallowed him up. There
was a crash of splintered wood, anoth-
er, and another! Flashing his light
into the darkness beneath, Jack
watched the terrible descent. Down,
down, down! now striking on his side,
breaking through the trestle-work and
bounding across to receive fresh
bruises by another plunge!
White-faced, Jack met Norman’s
eyes and read there the certainty of
Conroy Johnson’s doom. The few
miners who had not left for their
homes gathered around the mouth of
the winze, silent and awe-struck. Only
Pent McLeod raised a voice shaken
with emotion and gave a long, enquir-
ing shout. No answer. Again and
again he called in vain.
“Get a rope, quick!” he command-
ed. “I'll go down!”
“Don’t you dare! It isn’t safe—
gas!” Norman placed a detaining
hand upon Pent’s shoulder. The latter
shook it off.
“Only a white-livered man would
see a fellow like Johnson die and not
do a thing!” Pent’s eyes were blaz-
ing.
“He was dead before he reached the
bottom,” said Norman huskily.
The other shook his head fiercely.
“You don’t know that!”
Already the men had scattered.
Presently two returned dragging a
great coil of rope. Norman entered
another protest, but Pent would not
listen. H commanded the men to tie
the rope around his waist, leaving his
arms free.
“I'll yell when I reach the bottom.
If you don’t hear from me again in
five minutes you fellows pull up,
quick!”
With a sinking heart, Jack helped
pay out the rope. His mind was full
of conflicting emotions. Why had his
uncle left so dangerous a place un-
guarded? If the braces had been
stronger, the foreman would not have
fallen more than ten or fifteen feet
and could easily have been res-
cued! Then, again, Norman, his hero
of daring deeds, had not so much as
offered to take the risk of going down
the shaft, leaving it to the lad whom
he had just made a butt of.
A faint shout came from below and
the men let the rope rest, with eyes
and ears keen for a movement or
sound. Once it twitched slightly.
“Hadn’t we better pull it up?”
asked Norman, looking at Jack help-
lessly.
“No. Wait, we may get a signal!”
Jack was holding his open watch with
a shaking hand. “He hasn’t had time
to fasten it around—” Speech failed
him. It was too horrible to talk
about.
It seemed ages before they heard
the signal to haul up, In reality, it
moment. He turned and leoked down 1
was barely two minutes. With a ter-
fast as they dared. No further sound
came from the depths, and when the
limp and helpless form of the fore-
man appeared, Jack Burton gave one
quick glance at the men around him
and took instant command of the sit-
ation.
“Get the rope off, quick!” he order-
ed, dropping upon his knees to listen
for heartbeats.
“He’s alive! Hurry! We must get
Pent out before he smothers in that
awful hole!”
Clumsy fingers fumbled at the knot.
It refused to be undone.
“Cut it!” shouted Jack, fumbling in
his pocket for a knife in vain.
A burly miner severed the knot
with one slash.
“Carry him over to the skip and get
him into the fresh air as soon as pos-
sible! Norman, you go with him,
then run for the doctor! He’s terri-
bly bruised, but I believe those braces
broke his fall so his bones are not
broken!”
Down went the rope. “McLeod, it’s
coming! Get hold of it!” was the cry.
To Jack’s great relief, there was a
faint answer, but it seemed another
eternity before the exhausted Pent
was dragged to the surface.
“I'm all right,” he insisted dazedly,
trying to stand. “I must see how he
is!
Nor would the young fellow wait
longer than the briefest possible
time to overcome the effects of his
over exertion.
When the company doctor arrived
a thorough examination revealed no
broken bones, only a mass of bruises.
The snappy black-eyed man whom
everybody feared, smiled down into
Conroy Johnson’s discolored face as
he pronounced his verdict.
“You'll come through this smash-
up all right, young man, thanks to
clean living. Not one chap in a hun-
dred could have taken that fall and
not had his heart go back on him, but
you're sound in mind and body, nerves
like iron. I'm going to make an ex-
ample of this to the boys here; a
boozer would have been dead when he
struck the bottom!”
Norman met the look in Jack’s eyes
sheepishly. He knew he had been de-
throned in his cousin’s imagination,
that the doctor was right. But the
heroism of the boy he had scorned
impressed him most. He was ready
to eat humble pie for once in his life.
“Come on, boys!” he called to the
assembled miners, “let’s give the
bravest fellow in camp a ride!”
Hoisted high on the shoulders of
the men, Pent McLeod rode back to
his mother covered with glory.
“You're every bit as brave as your
father; I knew the men would find it
out some time!” she exclaimed happi-
y.
“Ill take back everything I said
about Johnson and McLeod,” Norman
told his cousin later. “They’re cer-
tainly all right; I wish I had half as
much nerve!”-—Young people.
RED CROSS FUNDS.
In spite of the numerous instruc-
tions which have been issued as to the
expenditure of funds in the hands of
chapters and branches, there still
seems to be an idea on the part of
some chapters and branchas that Red
Cross money may be contributed to
local organizations, including the
posts of the American Legion.
Therefore, we emphasize the mat-
ter, all officials of the chapters and
branches of this division are again
warned that they must not contribute
funds to any other organization. All
funds in the possession of chapters
and branches have been contributed
by the public to the Red Cross for
Red Cross purposes. Diversion of
these funds from the purposes for
which they were given is a breach of
faith with the public and cannot be
permitted.
Red Cross officials will be held to a
strict accountability for all monies
which have come or may come into
their possession and contributions or
appropriations to other relief organ-
izations, hospitals or local charities
are entirely irregular and must be re-
funded to the Red Cross treasury.
In addition to their war relief work,
chapters are authorized to expend
Red Cross money in the following
peace time activities, all of which are
a part of the established peace pro-
gram and are to be undertaken only
in conformity with the istructions al-
ready issued:
(1) Extension of home service to
civilian families, when specific per-
mission has been given by Division
Headquarters.
(2) Employment of a public
health nurse, when such service is not
being conducted or contemplated by
any local organization.
(8) Conduct of instruction classes
in home hygiene and care of the sick,
and in home dietetics.
(4) Conduct of the first aid class-
es.
(5) Extension of junior member-
ship.
(6) Payment of necessary and le-
gitimate administrative expenses.
Any other use of Red Cross mon-
ey is unauthorized and constitutes an
unwarranted diversion of Red Cross
funds.
‘Where He Eats.
“You see the fellow sitting over
there?” said customer No. 1 to cus-
tomer No. 2, in a dairy lunch.
“Yes,” replied No. 2.
“Well,” said No. 1, “I never see
him but I think of the story of the
two college chums, who met for the
first time in years. Their meeting
was in a cheap restaurant. One o
them was waiting on table and the
other vras a customer.
“ ‘Why, John, do you work here?”
said the customer, with great sur-
prise.
“Yes, I work here, but I don’t eat
here,’ replied the waiter.
“Now, the fellow you see over there
is a publicity man for one of Indian-
apolis’s largest hotels.”
——They are all goed enough, but
the “Watchman” is always the best.
rible clutching fear they obeyed as |
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT.
‘When it’s time for spring it springs;
When it's time to sing, love sings;
Shine or shadow, sun or gloom,
When it’s time for blooms they bloom.
—Baltimore Sun.
Some fashion authorities are trying
to tell us that the day of the “out-
side” blouse is over. There are two
big reasons why they might seem to
be a bit premature. First, it is too be-
coming a style, too practical a one and
again the newest blouses being shown
in smart shops for spring wearing are
still the over-the-skirt type, with the
exception of the more strictly tailor-
ed for wear with sports suits.
They are not all strictly beplumed
or Russian in character. The tie-back
blouse still holds good, also the mid-
dy type straight and tightened at the
hips or shirred a bit into a tighter
band. A very stunning new blouse of
navy georgette designed for wear
with the new spring suit shows a
tucked-in blouse all around, but a pan-
el of double georgette hanging
straight from the squared neck over
the skirt in front redeems it.
The contrasting vest is finding
plenty of ways to make itself conspic-
uous in the new blouse. Of heavier
material and set into the georgette
blouse it performs the duty of waist-
coat or gilet. Metallic brocades, al-
paca and figured foulards are some of
the most attractive of these panels.
Oddly enough, they often extend to a
high buttoned-in-the-front stock col-
lar, a very practical variation for the
suit blouse.
Whether it is tunic or tuck-in, the
blouse is not free from the vogue for
leather trimming. Crepe de chine
and even georgette are trimmed with
motifs of braided leather, while a
duvetyn waistcoat blouse has a paint-
ed patent leather belt to enhance its
charms. This mention of duvetyn is
a reminder that all the spring blouses
are not thin by any means. Duvetyn
is still good, and the taffeta blouse is
quite the thing. Taffeta combined
with fishnet dyed to match is some-
thing new and appealing. The jersey
weaves in silk are used extensively,
too, as is meteor. Many georgettes
and crepe de chines are made heavier
and more important by being machine
embroidered all over in tinsel tracery.
Sleeves are mostly short and kimo-
no in cut. The outstanding hip is ef-
fected in many ways by looped bands,
bulging pockets, extra peplum full-
ness and so on, but is not by any
means universal.
Accordion pleated dresses are going
to be worn a great deal. Many of the
latest creations of the Paris dress-
makers are treated in this way, and it
seems sure that the spring fashions
will continue this vogue.
Accordion pleats are just as much
employed on gowns or tailor-mades
of serge as on those of taffeta, satin,
chiffon, voile de laine or silk. In
some gowns the entire skirt consists
of deep flounces, in others of one sin-
gle flounce made in flimsy material
and shorter than the underskirt, which
is seen through the transparency.
The bottom of coats can be pleated
in this way. Coat dresses may be ar-
ranged with several cross pleats,
showing a plain band down the front.
Sometimes the skirt will have the
front and back pleated and the sides
plain, and at other times the contrary
is the case. With skirts the effect
is achieved without it being necessary
to sew one pleated fold to one not
pleated; it seems that the skirt is first
of all pleated all over, then the parts
2 pressed out which are to remain
In the same way flower petals are
formed, pleated in the middle and flat
at the edges, the iron not only effac-
ing the pleats but slightly stretching
the material, giving a sort of undu-
lating movement to the edges which
lightens the whole effect. In pale
pink satin this would look charming,
fresh and youthful. :
The trimmings worn in the olden
days, consisting of little pleated jab-
ots, ruched and pleated collars, are
beginning to make their appearance.
With this fact before us we are al-
most sure to see many of these de-
lightful old-fashioned ideas.
Crushed roses are to be used exten-
sively for the coming season, accord-
ing to one of the millinery importers
who has recently returned from Paris.
He is showing an attractive assort-
ment of the small crushed rose in
beautiful shades of rose, pink, “co-
pen” blue, beige and tobacco brown.
On a few of the French models that
have just arrived these flowers take
their place on the off-the-face shapes
banked solid to cover the entire fac-
ing.
The newest things in wings, the im-
porter says, are shellacked effects.
Following the trend for glistening
surfaces, wing trims are finished with
a smooth shiny fluid which keeps
them in place and adds to their dura-
bility. All sorts and shapes of wings
are treated in this same way. Large
flaring wings, round pasted bands and
tiny novelty wings are all to be had
in this new effect.
Shiny bronzed effects are very pret-
ty in some new trimmings. Tiny ber-
ry wreaths are highly bronzed, as are
large cherry clusters and wreaths.
These are splendid for the little close-
fitting turban that a woman can wear |
for a semi-dress affair.
nicest trimming motifs is made of
One of the.
large blue crushed roses surrounded .
by shiny bronze leaves, with a few |
cherries of the bronzed variety dang- |
ling coyly from the little bouquet.
An item that is still very much in!
vogue and gives promise of heighten-
ed activity is the maline brim, on
f | which appears sprays of vulture or
burnt goose. These brims are made
up by some of the feather houses ina
wide variety of shapes, the most at-'
tractive being the scoop or rolling
sailor shape, on which the sprays are
coiled or laid straight from crown
band to brim edge in a regular fash-
ion. Just a crown of maline or satin
need be added to this brim to com- |
plete a charming dress model.
Olive oil is exceedingly nourishing
and healthful, and children should be
coaxed to like it.
FARM NOTES.
—Now is the time to put the spray-
ing equipment in shape for next sea-
son’s use.
—Lime sulphur wash must not
freeze, it deteriorates so put in frost
proof storage.
—The wise orchardist will order his |
insecticides and fungicides now for
early delivery.
—Pruning time is on. Do not de-
i il spring—there is
lay Sis york SHill Spring--thers i small wood, better work can be done,
other work to do then.
—Arsenate of lead in powdered
form is still the best arsenical. It is
not injured by heat or cold so long as
it is kept dry.
—Keep a constant lookout for pul-
lets that start laying early. Mark
them with a leg band, for these will
be the birds to breed from next
spring.
—Home made lime sulphur is still
cheaper than the commercial brands.
Order the sulphur and lime at once
and boil on days when the weather
prevents outdoor work.
—During the last 10 years the low-
est average weight of barley per
measured bushel was in 1919 and
1916, when it was 45.2 pounds. The
standard weight is 48 pounds.
—Wheat has an average weight of
56.3 pounds per measured bushel for
the crop of 1919. This is the lowest
weight since 1904, when it was 55.5
pounds. The standard weight is 60
pounds. "
—Corn has the high quality of 89.1
for the crop of 1919, in comparison
with 100 as representing high medium
grade. In the last 16 years this de-
gree of quality has been exceeded in
only two years, 1905 and 1906.
—If the chickens must be confined
on account of bad weather, provide a
good straw litter in which their grain
feed may be scattered. This will give
them exercise and keep them inter-
ested and healthy. When chickens
that have been accustomed to free
range are closely confined, this fre-
quently checks their development for
the time being unless they are made
contented in their new quarters,
—Onion production in 1919 was
about two-thirds of the crop of 1918.
The acreage is 27 per cent. below that
of the preceding year, and the decline
in yield per acre’is 10 per cent. Cal-
ifornia leads in the production of
1919, with 5,461 carlots, followed in
order by 3,858 carlots in New York,
by 3,732 carlots in Texas, mostly ear-
ly onions, by 2,890 carlots in Massa-
chusetts, by 2,650 carlots in Ohio, by
1,380 carlots in Indiana, and by 1,000
carlots in New Jersey.
—Pruning grape vines is absolutely
essential, says the Bureau of Plant
Industry, Pennsylvania Department of
Agriculture, in order that the best
size of fruit and cluster, as well as
the flavor be attained. If the vines
are not pruned they will produce
smaller bunches and fruits, the grapes
will lack flavor and color, the bunch-
es will not ripen evenly and the wood
will not ripen properly. When too
great amount of wood is left there
will be a large crop that year but due
to the wood failing to ripen there will
be a short crop the following year.
—Hog cholera cost the farmers of
Pennsylvania approximately $250,000
last year. With the strict observance
of proper sanitary methods, much of
this loss could have been saved.
During the months that the quaran-
tine was in effect in eleven counties in
the State, there was a strict observ-
ance of the regulations of the Bureau
of Animal Industry of the Depart-
ment of Agriculture and the cholera
was practically stamped out. On
January 15, the quarantine was lifted,
but the same regulations that stamp-
ed out the disease in these counties,
| become effective in the entire State,
save that permits will no longer be
. required for intra-State shipment of
hogs. With the co-operation of the
farmers in observing the regulations,
and a prompt use of serum where the
malady makes its appearance, the loss
i from cholera during 1920 can be ma-
terially reduced.
—Important points to remember
when pruning are: Two branches
cannot occupy the same space. In-
stead of fussing around, cutting out
and in less time by cutting out a
whole limb when two limbs are close
together.
Keep the branches straight. Never
remove a portion of the branch in
such a manner as to change its direc-
tion to the right or left. An elbow in
a branch will some day break under
the twisting action of a load of fruit
or snow and ice.
Never allow a limb from one main
branch to intrude upon the territory
of another main branch. It will cause
trouble.
Know your variety! A Jonathan
and a Stayman Winesap need differ-
ent handling. There is also a wide
difference in the manner of treating
Yellow Transparent and Baldwin,
These differences must be known be-
fore one can either train or prune in-
telligently.
—The State Department of Ag... ul-
ture has declared unrelenting warfare
on unlicensed dogs in Pennsylvania.
Despite a vigorous enforcement of the
act of Assembly prohibiting the run-
ning at large of dogs, the number of
stray canines, and dogs permitted to
roam at large is still great.
On January 15th the extermination
of these dogs started in all sections of
the State. On and after that date an
unlicensed dogs are to be regarded as
outlaws and may be killed. Owners
and persons responsible for the care
of such dogs are held responsible.
The act of assembly gives the De-
partment of Agriculture the super-
vision over the dog license enforce-
ment law, and 400,000 license tags
have been furnished the County Com-
missioners of the various counties.
Police officers and constables have
been directed to enforce the dog law
throughout the State without fear or
favor. An unlicensed dog found off
the owners property may be killed.
If the dog is kept on the owner's
property, it will not be molested but
the owner will be prosecuted. Li-
censed dogs are only permtted at
large when accompanied by the own-
er or some responsible person.
Protecting the Cows.
It is reported that Sir Francis Web-
ster is a wealthy manufacturer of
hemp goods in Scotland and the own=
er of a stock range in Texas on which
thousands of cattle range, clad, dur-
ing the winter at least, in garments
other than their own hide and hair,
says the New York Sun.
Sir Francis’ cows, it appears, wear
suits of hemp cloth made in his own
factory to protect them from the cold
and snow, make them less suscepti-
ble to tuberculosis and increase their
daily yield of milk.
Each cow, it is said, has two suits
a week. They are not elaborate af-
fairs, by any means, simply overall
blankets that fit closely. There are
1000 cows in his dairy farm, and they
use 2000 hemp blankets a week.
That, of course, means added ex-
pense, but the yield of milk during
the cold weather is about 27 per cent,
larger than from cows not thus pro-
tected.
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Post-Christmas Reflection.
A holiday is a day when most peo-
ple feel less hollow than usual.
Do you hate to get up
on cold mornings?
It’s not hard if you have a Per-
fection Oil Heater.
Just light your Perfection when
you wake up and sneak back under
the covers for a few minutes while
it drives away the chill.
Almost before you know it the
room is warm and comfy.
Start the day with a smile in-
stead of a shiver!
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OIL HEATERS
There’s no “waiting” for a Per-
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It gives out
full heat as soon as it is lighted
and quickly warms up an ordi-
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You'll be surprised too at the
amount of coal it will save you
in addition to the extra comfort
it gives.
Easily carried from room to
odorless and
absolutely safe.
You can’t turn
the wick too
room. Smokeless,
Rayo Lamps
Your eyes
won't tire
with a Rayo
Lamp. It’s
mellow light
brightensthe
home with-
out glare.
high.
Philadelphia
There is a
Perfection deal-
er near you.
THE ATLANTIC REFINING COMPANY
Pittsburgh
EN hours of
comforting heat
with a Perfection
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gallon of Atlantic
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too. Costs no more
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