= fie All 1 ~~ Bellefonte, Pa., July 2, 1920. EACH IN HIS OWN WAY. Winifred Meek Morris Pach in his own way—climbs the hill, Patterned alike though we be, Pach in his own way—finds his pace Close to the truth he sees. Tach has the journey of life to make To give a loving thought, Of faith and hope—peace and trust, For the love of the Truth we're taught. OPPORTUNITY. Winifred Meek Morris. And each, his day he lives in vain ‘Who helps not some—a step to gain For Love. And though we heed not now the call, It comes, to blaze the way to all— For truth. And through each effort made to forge ahead, ‘We reach the path—as Christ has said— For Life. IN THE MIDST OF LIFE. A West Point July 4th Story. The cadets at the United States Military academy at West Point are exercised at stated periods in what is known as sea coast battery drill. This is particularly the case during the summer time, when the corps is in camp. Routine varies but very little there from year to year, and the daily drills and practices were much the same before the Civil war as they are now. A year or two previous to the breaking out of that stupendous con- test the cadets of the second class had determined on the firing of a nation- al salute from the guns of the bat- tery at or before daylight on the en- suing Fourth of July, then close at hand. They had in some way per- suaded their own senior cadet officer while on camp provost duty to wink at their little irregularity in view of the patriotic impulse prompting them. Permission was also secured to ad- vance the drill hour of the second class under a plea that many would be absent on holiday leave. The sec- ond class advanced the drill hour still more by appearing in fatigue dress at 4 a. m. in the old seacoast battery. Aside from the five gun detach- ments, a number of cadets were on the terrace behind the large smooth- bore cannon which then composed the ancient fortification facing Crow Nest mountain, nearly half a mile away. Discipline is always rigid at the Point. Red wreaths of mist high in the east hinted that the plans laid out for themselves by the second class were likely to be interfered with. Classmates were about to separate. Sectional feeling ran high. Jim Hamline, of Maine, seemed to express the general sentiment when he urged: “Let us cut out the single fire, boys. Time is precious. We are in for extra discipline or suspension for this, anyhow. What we want to do is to make a big noise, quick!” It was then determined to fire the old guns by platoon—by twos and threes at a time—then reload and do it again by battery until the blank ammunition was exhausted or the whole class ordered under arrest. Youthlike, they relied on the patriot- ic nature of what they were doing to pull the class through, whatever cen- sure might be imposed upon them as individuals. Owing to the great dan- ger of firing these big guns, it was customary for each gun detachment— excepting No. 4, who fired the piece— to jump back on the terrace behind the battery. When ball was used they could note from that elevation the ef- fect of their target practice 2,000 or more feet away. In the semi-darkness and in the hur- ry of getting the guns ready no order to retire on the discharge of the guns was given. In calling off, No. 1 at the big eleven inch smoothbore was George Pelham, of Georgia. The gunner, No. 4, was a tall Kentucky boy named Bayard, or “the Goat,” as he was often called on account of his solemn visage. line. Everything being ready, the cadet officer from the terrace gave the word to fire by platoon, then reload and fire by battery as fast as possible. The double and treble roar was tremen- dous, as was also the excitement, for some one had called out that lights were flashing back of the parade grounds. Doubtless the camp provost marshal was hurrying with his depu- ties to sce what was going forward. “Reload! Fire by battery!” Sharp and quick the command was given and repeated along the terrace. The big eleven inch smooth bore was midway of the line. Smoke already hung thick among the guns. But the boys work- ed with a will, realizing that their time was short. “Battery ready?” sang out the ca- det officer from his perch. “Ready all!” Each No. 4 seized his lanyard firmly and, facing toward the left and rear, waited for the final word that would discharge every piece simulta- neously. The others, expecting to be more or less defended by the shock, took positions accordingly. “Fire!” came the last command. A sheet of flame and a tremendous concussion shook the earth. A smoth- er of smoke so filled the battery that it was impossible to see anything. But the work did not cease. “Sponge out!” came the next order immediately, and all the No. 1 and No. 2 men leaped on the parapet to execute it, for the cannon were old style muzzle loaders. But hardly had Pelham and Hamline reached their posts when those on the terrace saw Bayard, the No. 4 of the big eleven inch Columbia, do a most unaccount- able thing. All this loomed dimly through the enveloping smoke that fogged the atmosphere. Instead of remaining at thie breech, his proper place, the Goat sprang after Hamline and Pelham—right in front of the yawning eleven inch muz- zle. “Down! For your lives!” he yelled, seizing Nos. 1 and 2 and liter- ally hurling them down the outside slope of the parapet. At the same in- No. 2 was Jim Ham- | stant Bayard threw himself flat under | the big gun. | and roar of its discharge. | Jim Hamline, the last to revive, i saw Pelham sitting up in the ditch at | the foot of the parapet looking about ! him in a Jaze. “Did—did something | explode?” he asked. “What's wrong, ! anyhow 7” 4 | “The big eleven inch hung fire,” ex- | plained Duganne, the chief of that | saved your lives, : “Bayard He was the only one who saw section. boys. ham would Lave had your heads blown off.” Fortunately Nos. 1 and 2 were not hurt much. Aside from a stunned feeling and a little giddiness they were all right. But they fully realiz- ed what had happened and what the Goat’s promptness had saved them from. The old style cannon had real- ly hung fire, as it is termed when the discharge is momentarily delayed. On account of the noise and the smoke from the guns on either side no one | but Bayard had noticed this. In obey- ing the swift following order from the cadet officer on the terrace Nos. 1 and 2 had already sprung on the breast- works. The Goat had time only to hurl them down the embankment and throw himself flat on the earth before the explosion came. “Is—is Bayard hurt?” asked Jim Hamline as he crawled up the para- pet. “He's blackened up some and a lit- tle burned. But he dodged that blank discharge with only a fraction of a second to spare.” When the two rescued cadets reach- ed the inside of the battery Goat Bay- ard was lying on the grassy slope of the terrace. His shell jacket was off, his face and arms pitted black with powder and his hair slightly singed. The cadet officer who had connived at the entire patriotic irregularity was bending over the postrate boy with a can of water in his hand. “Pelham,” said Hamline, deeply moved, “we owe our lives to Bayard. Let’s shake hands with the Goat.” And so they did. They also strove to take upon themselves whatever might be Bayard’s share of the blame attaching to this unusual Fourth of July salute by explaining to the au- thorities that the only mischief de- signed was in honor of the country and the flag. But discipline is rigid at the Point. Among various reports of miscon- duct of the class on that overjoyful morning the adjutant’s “skin book” bore only the following brief note concerning the Goat: “Bayard, gun- ner at extra seacoast battery salute, July 4, leaving post without orders, at 4:10—4:15 a. m.” The old commander paused over this, among the column of demerits he was marking up a week later against the class, and examined and re-examined several supplementary documents referring thereto. “Disci- pline or no discipline,” he concluded, “I think I will cross this off.” He did so and afterward made some more notes himself in a little book kept for a certain purpose. Bayard himself never spoke of the matter that so nearly cost him his life and-the:lives of two others, - and his friends understood his silence and did not forget. After vacation the fol- lowing autumn he was made a cadet captain over the heads of several who ranked him, Hamline and Duganne among them. When Bayard’s name was read out at morning parade Jim Hamline once more shattered disci- pline by calling out, ‘“’Rah for Goat Bayard and the Fourth of July!”"— By J. H. Rockwell. CARE OF TIRE VALVES. One part of an automobile tire which comes in for too little attention is the valve. The principal attention a motorist need give the valve is sim- ply to see that all dust and dirt are excluded from its interior. There is a rather common belief that the valve cap is unessential. This idea is erroneous, for when a cap is not used there is a strong likelihood that dirt will work into the valve and produce a leak. 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