Peon Watcha
Bellefonte, Pa., November 12, 1920. | known it!
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AS WE NEAR THE JOURNEY’S
END.
A little more tired at close of day;
A little less eager to have our way;
A little less ready to scold and blame;
A little less anxious for things of fame;
And so we are nearing the journey’s end
Where time and eternity meet and blend.
A little less care for bonds and gold;
A little more zest in the days of old;
A broader view and a saner mind,
And a little more love for all mankind;
A little more careful of what we say;
And so we are faring a-down the way.
A little more leisure to sit and dream,
A little more real the things unseen;
A little bit nearer to those ahead,
With visions of those long-loved and dead;
And so we are going where all must go,
To the place the living may never know.
A little more laughter, a little more tears,
And we shall have told our increasing
years;
The book is closed and the prayers are
said,
And we are part of the countless dead.
Thrice happy then, if some soul can say:
«J live because he has passed my way.”
—Exchange.
AN AMATEUR KNIGHT ERRANT.
A bar of the silverest moonlight
was quivering athwart the shimmer-
ing marble stairway. In the center
of the argent radiance stood a woman.
So ethereal did she look, there in the
faintly glimmering light, that she
seemed to float, rather than touch
ground.
From somewhere in the night soft
music was throbbing. The woman
lifted her daintily poised head as if to
give her soul to the rapture of the
melody. Then her lips parted and she
began to sing.
Her voice, velvety and full, swelled
forth into the silences of the night.
And it brought others to the fairy-
land bourne of marble and moonlight,
— shadowy forms in filmy white dra-
peries, more like living moonbeams
than mere mortals. And the newcom-
ers began in dreamy undertone to
hum a refrain of the melody which the
muted music was weaving.
Enraptured by the magic of the
scene and by the glory of her own |!
golden voice, the singer did not accord
these gliding white newcomers so
much as a glance. The soft-pitched
humming was a mere background for
her chant. She did not appear to note
it.
But, once or twice, the thread of
song wavered, as she chanced to let
her gaze stray to a shadowy corner of
the marble balustrade above her, just
beyond the glow of the moonlight,
where crouched a dark figure, gro-
tesque and vague in the uncertain
light.
There was something almost sinis-
ter in the silent movelessness of this '
listening shape up there in the gloomy
silences. At each involuntary glimpse
of the form, the singer’s voice shook:
ever so slightly. And into her moon-
bathed countenance would flit a shade
of worry to mar the radiance of her
upturned face.
The music died away
throbbing wail.
slowly; now facing the balustrade, her
eves full upon the lurking figure
ere.
The figure detached itself from the
denser shadows and came out into the
bar of moonshine; standing presently
revealed as a tall, thin man in dark
raiment.
For a second he stood thus, his som-
ber eyes holding the woman's fright-
ened glance. Then he spoke. One
word alone did he utter. Yet that
word had the black power to shatter
into tinkling fragments the mystic
charm of scene and hour. For what
he said was:
“Rotten!”
His terse comment sent a palpable
flutter through the group of white-
elad sylphs who had hummed an un-
dercurrent of accompanimen
singer’s m
hysterically. Another giggled.
third drew foxth a tiny round
from nowhere in particular; and fell
to powdering her tip-tilted nose.
The singer alone found voice to re-
ly to the insult from the Man in
lack. Her full red lips parted and
from their dewy recesses issued forth
the sweetly soulful response:
“Fr Gawd-sake, what d’y’ expect?
If I was a Gally-Coorsy, would I be
trailin’ along with a Number Four
Comp’ny, on a Hickopolis circuit?
Two p’formances, this day. Ten, so
far, this week. Three all-night jumps
in five days. An’ now a midnight re-
hearsal, for this interp’lated fool num-
ber. An’ you expec’ me to put pep an’
o into it first crack out of the box!
ay, Mr. Egan, have a heart, can’t
you? It'll go across with a bounce at
the p’formance.”
“Someone is liable to go across
with a bounce,” assented Egan, grim-
ly. “The Grand Bounce, at that. And
perhaps it’ll be Miss Amerita Vaurien.
nown originally to her doting par-
ents as Maggie Higgs. It——"
“That’s be about all, Mr. Egan!”
flared the prima donna. “An I'll say
it’s a plenty, at that. I've stood
enough bullyin’ an’ sarcasm from you,
this tour. If you think I'm goin’ to
be bawled out in front of a bunch of
chorus skirts——"
Egan glowered at her for a mo-
ment. Then he transferred his dis-
pleasure to safer objects. Wheeling
about, he faced the snickering group
of girls.
“And you, too!” he fumed at them.
“How can you expect Miss Vaurien to
be at her best, when that hum-accom-
paniment of yours has as many keys
to it as a hotel desk-board?” No two
of you were on the same key, for half
a bar at a time. It sounded like a
dog-pound when the raw meat man
shows up. A finished artiste like Miss
Vaurien can’t do herself justice with
that kind of accompaniment, can she?
She might as well sing against a set
of noon-hour whistles. It was worst
over on the contralto side. Who was
on the end, there? Hey?”
“I was,” spoke up a very small
chorus-girl, with very big eyes. “But
“Oh, Burnham, eh?” grunted Egan
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elody. One of them gasped, !
box
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ments had soothed the prima donna’s
wrath, and that he could assert his
authority on the meekest-looking
member of the chorus. “I might have
Whenever I hear any
worse sound than usual I can always
be certain it’s either two cats yosling
or else you singing. Some day you'l
sing on the key, by mistake. And the
shock will—" :
«I was on the key,” calmly inter-
rupted the small girl with the big
eyes. ;
She said it in an unruffled voice and
with much quiet assertion. She con-
tinued:
«1 am always on the key. For that
matter, so were the rest of the girls
just now. And you know it. Miss
Vaurien wasn’t. You know that, too.
But you're afraid of her. You're
afraid she may leave you in the lurch.
Just as Miss Haile and Miss Townsley
did, before her, when you bullied
them. And \
stand losing three leading women, In
succession, by your
me.
dare answer back. Well, I do dare,
Mr. Egan. No job is worth being
afraid of. Cetrainly no eighteen-dol-
lar job. I—"
“Get out of here roared Egan, find-
ing his breath, at last, after the amaze
caused by this glaring instance of
wage-slave insurrection. “Get that!
The treasurer——’ .
But Ruth Burnham cut short his
fiery periods by walking off the stage.
Once out of sight and on the way to
the draughty and lofty chorus dress-
ing-room, her step lost a bit of its
springiness and her shoulders slump-
ed from their defiant squareness.
rights and to affect contempt for an
eighteen-dollar chorus job. v
quite another to throw away that job
for the sake of so-called self-respect,
as Ruth had just done.
As she divested herself of her
pseudo-Grecian draperies and donned
her street clothes and hat, she began
to take stock of the approximate cost
of her declaration of
The stock consisted of two dollars and
a quarter in a brown purse. That and
the clothes she stood in and certain
other non-plutocratic possessions
which were neatly packed in one half
of a trunk that she shared with anoth-
er chorus girl.
present in the hall-bedroom, which she
ing-house, half a mile from the thea-
and toward this distant and stuffy
and fiercely resentful at life in gen-
eral and Egan in particular, she
stamped along, head down.
Because her mind was turned in-
ward and her eyes downward, she
came presently to a halt. A jarring
halt. It was occasioned by her down-
bent head colliding sharply with
something.
The “something” was the slablike
white front of a man’s evening shirt.
Ruth shaken by the contact, gasped
and looked up. In front of her stood
a man in evening clothes. His over-
coat was open. Apparently he had
| been strolling along as absorbedly as
‘had she. And the collision seemed to
cause him equal surprise.
“I'm sorry,” he said crossly..
“Qh, excuse me,” she exclaimed,
As both spoke at the same time,
neither heard the other. But each
: noted the other’s unloving frown. Per-
haps that is why Ruth lingered for a
“moment, instead of scuttling away.
| The man’s eyes were more than mere-
ily cross. They were unhappy. Mis-
i erably unhappy. Their stark misery
‘ caught and held the girl’s unconscious
notice.
the management won’t up.
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“Yes, there’s something you can do
for me. You can ge back to the stage
entrance of the Hyperian Theatre. |
You can hang around there,” pursued
Ruth,
ought to be pretty soon
“till the rehearsal is over. That
now. “And
you what it was, though. I made it
up, myself. I'd just say: ‘You don’t
interest me one bit. It isn’t morals.
It’s because you look so like a pig.’ It
doesn’t make a hit with them. Butit
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when a long, lank, yellow-faced and Proposal—why I'd have to think up a
jimber-jawed man comes out, you can
ask him, politely,
Egan. And if he says he is, then you
can punch his face till it falls off.” |
The man laughed. It was a pleas-
“It seems quite a simple favor,” he
replied. “The only annoying thing
about it is the scene in the police
court, tomorrow gorning and then
the quaint little head lines in the
evening papers, ‘Clubman Sends Ri-
val to Hospital in Quarrel Over Ac-
tress!” All men who wear linen col-
lars are ‘clubmen,’ in night-life news-
paper yarns. You are an actress, I
suppose ?”’ he added, looking with new
eyes on the garishness of the make-
“Well,” she said reflectively. “Some
Simon Legreeing people used to say I'd become one.
‘The City of Song,’I hada
R. U. E, and shout, ‘Ah, here she
comes, now!” But it seldom got me
any deafening appaluse; and never an
encore. And pretty soon a girl let Mr. {
Egan carry her grip, in return for his
taking that lovely line away from me
Since then, I’ve
just been a merry villager and a milk-
maid and a Confused Noise-Without,
and things like that. I'm explaining
all this, so you won’t get the idea that
I’m Bernhardt or Ethel Clayton in
disguise. You see, I'm fired. That’s
why I'd so dearly love to see Mr. Egan
split up into small independent repub-
It was he who fired me.”
He had fallen into step at her side,
‘and was listening with real interest.
It was’
“Listen!” she interrupted herself.
“Here I've been blabbing about my
, troubles to an outsider that they can’t
! interest; and you’ve been so nice not
independence. :
to snub me! And all the time you're
so unhappy about your own troubles,
that you can hardly keep your mind
on mine!”
“I’m in the same cage with you,” he
answered, trying to speak lightly.
“I’m fired. I was told, an hour ago,
that no man with brains or decency or
generosity would be so selfish as to
expect a girl to give up her career
. just because she was to be married.
This trunk reposed at .
shared with the same girl, at a board- '
As I did expect it, I was told I could :
find a wife elsewhere.”
“What was her career?” asked
“Ruth, as he paused.
re. ;
Out into the almost deserted street
boarding-house, Ruth Burnham now , too
made her way, sick at heart, tired out |
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The frown faded from her own up-
turned face, giving way to an expres-
sion of real interest. Here was a man
: who looked as if he had all the money
' there was. Young, too, and gobd
| see. Yet he seemed as resentful of
| life as if he had just been kicked out
of an eighteen-dollar job and had but
| two dollars and a quarter in his pock-
{ et and a half trunkful of clothes at a
t to the Smelly boarding house.
The phenomenon brought a half
i smile to Ruth’s lips. She had a pret-
ty smile. It did nice things to her
whole face.
The man, glowering down at her,
noted the smile, and the way it trans-
figured the erstwhile glum little vis-
age. But, instead of pleasing him,
the smile made him scowl the fiercer.
He realized that only one type of
woman smiles up at strange men, on
lonely midnight streets. Yes, and
now that he looked closer, he saw the
girl was unquestionably of that type.
For, in spite of the dainty quietude of
her cheap hat and dress, she was most
egregiously made up. In her haste to
get away from the theatre Ruth had
not stopped to divest herself of her
war-paint. : .
That so jolly and childlike a smile
should belong to such a woman annoy-
ed the man. He felt, vaguely, that a
trick had been played on him. So he
answered the smile with a curt ulti-
matum:
“Nothing doing. Be on your way,
please!”
He Seped aside to give her room
to pass. But she did not step past
him. Instead,—her smile vanished
into a glare and her face going angri-
ly scarlet through her make-up—she
blazed out at him:
“You beast! What do you take me
for?”
“I don’t care to take you at all,
thanks,” he made reply; starting to
move away.
Then he hesitated. There was some-
thing queer about all this. The smile
and then the flare of her genuine in-
dignation—these were no part of such
underworld tactics as were familiar
to him. Moreover, her eyes—
“This is new to me,” he went on.
“I'm sorry if I riled you. But if you
are in the habit of flashing a smile
like that at men on the street, this
can’t be the first time you've been—"
This time it was she who started to
move on. But, as the look of keen un-
happiness settled again over her face
the man saw it. And once more he
stopped her.
“I'm not being a ‘beast,’ ” he said.
“And, of course, it’s none of my busi-
ness. But you look as if you were
pretty sore on life. So am I, for that
matter. 1 wonder if there’s anything
I could do for you?”
to
! you go, like this;—out of a job, and in
{ about your symptoms.
“She wants to act,” was the re-
sponse. “Her elocution professor
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says she has genius. She says so,
“That seems to make it unanimous,”
agreed Ruth. “But you're all wrong
You think
you're suffering from heartbreak. It’s
something much worse. It’s a com-
pound fracture of the vanity. If your
heart was broken you couldn’t be talk-
ing bitterly about it. Heartbreak and
bitterness don’t sit in the same pew.
In fact, you couldn’t talk about it.”
“Maybe—maybe youre right. A!
man doesn’t analyze a toothache, to
see which tooth it started in. We'd
been engaged so long, she and I, you
see. It had got to be a habit. Our
parents set their hearts on it while we
were kids. And we grew up, expect-
ing it. Not that it matters much,
now,” he caught himself up. “I sup-
posed of course I loved her. I'd al-
ways been told so. But—if I had, I
wouldn’t be chattering about her to |
you, would 1?”
“I’m sorry if I’ve stopped you from
being a Blighted Soul,” she apologiz-
ed. “It’s such fun to be a Blighted
Soul!” .
“Hold on!” he exclaimed. “Wasn't
I going to be a knight errant and do
unpleasant things, for you, to the face
of Mr. Egan?”
“No,” she decided, regretfully. “You
aren’t. I wish you were. .Men of your
sort don’t risk the police court for the
sake of a fired chorus-girl.
“And now, with these few well-
chosen words of farewell, Ill stroll
slowly away, keeping my face care-
lessly turned toward the footlights.”
“No, you won't!” he declared, al-
most roughly. “I’m not going to let
a strange town and all that. Who are
you, anyhow ? You’re not going away!
How about——"
“Well ?” she questioned, with per-
fect self-possession. “How about--—
what ?”
o my soul,” he answered be-
wilderedly, “I don’t know.” “Oh, she
breathed, in exaggerated relief. “I
didn’t know whether it was going to
be a Proposal—or a Proposition.
Since it’s neither——"
A straggling bevy of men and wom-
en had begun to filter out into the re-
cently deserted street. Ome of the
men, passing the halted couple, recog-
nized Ruth. He checked his theatric-
al stride and came back to where she
and her companion were standing. He
was Egan.
“Say, Burnham!” he broke in on the
momentarys tense silence between
Ruth and her escort. “I’ve been
thinking it over. That dismissal don’t
go. You're still with us. Be at the
station at eight sharp.”
He strode on without so much as a
glance at the girl’s companion. Ruth
sighed.
“I ought to be happy,” she confided
to the man at her side. “My meal-
ticket’s renewed.”
“Was that Egan? Shall I—”
“No,” decided Ruth. “You shall
not. That's the answer to that. He's
my meal-ticket, I tell you. And
won't lose my meal-ticket by having
it punched. Still—isn’t it almost a
pity to throw away such a perfectly
fine set of situations?”
“I'm going to get your company’s
route card,” said the man, in sudden
eagerness. “And I'm going to follow
it.
«So it isn’t to be a Proposition,
after all?” she mused. “I'm sorry!
Because,” she added as his eyes dark-
ened in pained wonder. ‘Because
know a perfectly scrumptious come-
back for that sort of talk. A come-
back that works every time. It has
the same effect as a pitcher of ice-
water on a bunch of fighting cats.
And now I shan’t be able to use it.”
“No,” he said gently, slipping her
arm through his, “you won’t be able
to use it.”
“I'm not really sorry I won't have
to,” she confided, shyly, as they went
if he is Mr. Leroy
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brand-new answer for that.
| “Then start thinking up one
bade her.
won’t have
it as you've had for the Proposition.”
glint of
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'is a splendid antidote for romance. So
is following the Hickville route of a
Number Four show. But in case I
“There’ll
“ever do need to rehearse it, would you |
mind very much—very much
“Would I mind what very much?
{he ucged. “I warn in advance,
. would not.”
| “Would you mind telling me your
|name?” she finished. “You see, it
would add such a pretty ‘personal
| touch’ to my answer.”—By Albert
Payson Terhune, in Hearst's.
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RICHMOND PEARSON HOBSON
PATRIOT, STATESMAN, SCIEN-
TIST, REFORMER AND ORA-
TOR.
tures, subject, “America Victorious,”
in the Presbyterian church, Belle-
fonte, Tuseday evening, November
16th, at 8 o’clock.
son” has been a household word in
America. No other private citizen is
so well known. The name is synony-
mous with “heroism,” “courage,” “pa-
triotism” and “civic righteousness.”
He made a world renowned record
when he sank the Merrimac; he made
a great and unsullied record as a Con-
gressman from Alabama; but his self-
sacrificing devotion to the cause of
prohibition, and his able advocacy of
the nation-wide and world-wide aboli-
tion of the beverage liquor traffic will
crown him, by the millions of benefi-
ciaries of Prohibition, as the christian
hero in humanity’s greatest battle.
i He has a truly great message—a
scientific message, an eloquent mes-
' sage, the message of a statesman.
{ Captain Hobson is one of the most
i finished and polished orators on the
American platform, and his time is
sought by Reform Bureaus and Chau-
tauquas everywhere.
fic, hear Hobson.
does not fill and overflow. He
in the Union.
allant
ichmond P. Hobson.
a rare American.
DESERVED TRIBUTES.
“No exploits of history surpass
those of Cushing, Hobson and Deca-
tur.
(S]gned) Bradley A.
iske.”
“Captain Hobson has demonstrated
that he was not only an intrepid hero
amid the storm of battle and the per-
former of thrilling feats at the mouth
of the cannon, but he has proved him-
self to be a highly gifted man in the
field of literature, and possessing ina
marked degree those graces of oratory
that make him the peer of any Ameri-
can in the halls of Congress or else-
where. He has proven himself as
fearless in debate as he was daring in
action while in the American Navy.”
—Montgomery (Alabama) Journal.
SOME FAMOUS BILLS INTRODUCED IN
CONGRESS BY CAPTAIN HOBSON.
Spy Bill.
Resolutions for a Prohibition
Amendment to the Constitution of the
United States.
Bill to establish a council of Nation-
al Defense.
Bill establishing office of Chief of
Naval Operations, which has brought
efficiency and co-ordination to the
navy.
Rear-Admiral
Marriage Licenses.
Joan Handza and Mary Botson,
Clarence.
Paul L. Culver, Moshannon, and Lo-
is M. Pickles, Clearfield.
James M. Haviland, Buffalo, N. Y.,
and Hazel P. Lloyd, Jersey Shore.
Thomas S. Foss, Altoona, and Lil-
lian Emery, Centre Hall.
George T. Tate and Sarah E. Mar-
tin, Bellefonte.
Gustave A. Stone, Altoona,
Mildred V. Carver, State College.
Vincent Spearley and Edna S. Her-
and
1 | kimer, Bellefonte.
Ray E. White and LaRue J. Leit-
1 | zell, Bellefonte.
Something to Brag About.
The doctor’s small son was enter-
taining a friend in his father’s office,
and they were looking with awed ad-
miration at the articulated skeleton in
the closet.
“Where did he get it?” asked the
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“Oh, he’s had it a long time.
along, very close together. “I'll tell
small guest in a whisper.
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as much time to rehearse |
Oh, she returned, with a slight |
her hard-earned stage cyni- |
be time enough! |
up, for the eight o’elock train, | Here’s a test to show whether you
| walk correctly or not. Can you lift a
{cil in this way you press it against
{ you can do this it shows that your foot
» | muscles are strong and that you have
[| been walking correctly. This is the
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FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT.
All that we have willed, or hoped,
dreamed good of shall exist;
The high, that proved too high; the he-
roic for earth too hard.
The passion that left the ground to lose
itself in the sky.
Are music sent up to God by the lover
and the bard;
Enough that He heard it once; we shall
hear it by and by.
or
—Browning.
| pencil with your toes? To lift a pen-
| the ball of the foot with your toes. 1f
test given to Cincinnati girls by the
iY. W. C. A. physical director of that
| city in a “sensible shoe campaign”
i that has been conducted among ’teen
J Richmond Pearson Hobson will de- |
liver one of his great Chautauqua lec- | George II was king, when the dandy
Since the year 1898 the name “Hob- |
If you want to hear an unanswera-
ble argument against the liquor traf- oat type, with fairly close-fitting
It is a rare opportunity to hear such !
{ them every night in a solution of so-
| age girls. Demonstrations show that |
| comparatively few girls can pass this
| test, and this is laid to the wearing of
| improper shoes, which cause incorrect
{ walking.
Surely there is a place in the sun of
millinery for every woman this winter :
of 1920. No two milliners exploit |
identical hats and no milliner exploits
one type of hat. Everything is grist
that comes to the millinery mill. And
it turns out a prodigious quality this
season.
If the stiff hat is the kind of thing
you must have, there are a dozen dif-
ferent kinds to be picked up during
the morning shopping. If your face
will not permit of a head covering
that is not soft and vague in outline,
a little journey into a shop will per-
mit you to reap a harvest. If a small
hat is admirable on your brow, there
are turbans that have found their
source in all the ancient tribes of the
world. If your eyes need the shading
of a wide-brimmed hat, even a stupid
saleswoman can find what you want.
! There are hats taken from the day
| of Camille Desmoulin and Louis XIV.
| There is the stiff, difficult shape worn
| by the officers of the American navy
| when they are on dress parade. There
is the tiny tricorne worn by women
| who wanted to mask their eyes with a
bit of lace hanging from the upturned
‘brim of the hat. There are the hats
| that were drawn by Hogarth and car-
ried by the English bloods when
carried his hat under his arm because
he would not disturb his wig, and
therefore called it a chapeau bras.
The women who went through the
war in ugly costumes of khaki and
stiff sailor hats will wear these arro-
gant pieces of millinery from the per-
iod when snuff boxes, red heels, bro-
cade waistcoats and curled wigs were
the fashion. And the woman who
went through the war looks immense-
ly well in these hats that are associat-
ed with an artificial era.
The fabric used for the hats with
the stiff brims are panne velvet, silk
: beaver and pressed plush. There is a
, cockade of Whig and Tory at one side
| or the stiffened rosette of France.
Black is in excellent taste, but there
“is no prejudice this year against col-
| ors. Chinese blue, the brown of Java
' coffee, the red rust of North Africa,
. the deep glow of Burgundy are famil-
' jar sights. Hats in these colors are
| worn at any hour of the day. Yet the
‘ preference is given to black silk bea-
| ver, and the shape is that of Europe
i before the downfall of kings.
That the wrap of the regulation
| sleeves, is warmer than the cape made
TT on i oe ep ef pa
{ the same lining is a foregone conclu-
has | gj
| been heard by millions in every State | i Ca pes may goo os ba
{ most warmth for the least material,
America hap Ho abler, donner, more {if you have any doubt concerning the
christian gentieman an | percentage of wool to cotton in the
! fabric that you have selected for your
‘ winter wrap, don’t elect to have it
i made up in cape fashion.
| But for all that, capes certainly are
focusing the attention of the best-
dressed women, and it is quite out of
the realm of guessing now to say that
they will increase in favor. For some
reason or other young brides-to-be al- |
of coming styles. They seem often to |
be endowed with a brief gift of sec-'
ond sight during those weeks before '
their nuptials when they scout around .
the shops and dressmakers in search !
of the frocks and hats and coats and
wraps that collectively will comprise |
their trousseaux. In several of the
trousseaux of young girls who have
not had to be hampered by lack of re-'
sources in making their selections, !
capes have taken a conspicuous place |
in lieu of coats. Almost entirely the
cape takes the place of the sleeve type '
of wrap for evening and elaborate
afternoon wear.
What you might call sport capes
have come to the fore, and perhaps
the French dressmaker Francis has
done as much as any one else to pop-
ularize this type of wrap, which suits
itself to country motoring and late au-
tumn country club wear. In late
sketches you may see an original
Francis model developed in gray and
black plaided frieze. Frieze, by the
way, has recently been revived from
among the typical Irish fabrics, just
as have the cheviots been revived
from among those that Scotland had
to offer. It’s a rough goods with lit-
tle tufts, coarse and rough and suited
to rough wear.
And once frieze typified that which
was rustic and crude. To wear frieze
was one thing and to wear velvets and
satins was just the opposite. And
now these rougher materials are vy-
ing for place with the velvets and
their cousins, the innumerable other
pile fabrics that have been brought
out within the last few years. The
burden of smartness seems to rest
heavily on the side of the friezes and
the cheviots.
For burning, swollen feet soak
da water. Put a handful or more of
bicarbonate of soda in the foot tub
with sufficient very hot water to cov-
er the feet. Keep adding more hot
water as needed.
After this, rub well into the bunion
and other sore joints ichthyol oint-
ment. Wrap feet in cloth, or put old
stockings on to protect bed. Use some
kind of foot ease in your shoes.
| ways seem to be rather good judges '
FARM NOTES.
—Many commercial orchardists
plant too many varieties of fruit.
Make a wise, limited selection of va-
rieties which will thrive in your local-
ity and are in demand in the market.
Specialize in winter varieties of ap-
ples for commercial orchards.
—Weaning time offers the best o
portunity for teaching the cilt to lead.
They should be taught to become ac-
customed to handling, and permit
trimming of feet. The feet should be
trimmed regularly, so that the feet
and legs will bear the proper relation-
ship to the body in the mature horse.
—Lubricate all wearing parts of
farm implements before storing for
the winter. Spray pumps should be
drained by opening the cock at the
bottom of the plunger. Force cheap
lubricating oil through the pipes. Bor-
deaux mixture, if left in the machine,
will corrode its interior. An exterior
coating of paint would be worth while.
—Lancaster county led the State of
Pennsylvania in the production of
wheat in 1920, according to the statis-
tics of the crops compiled by the Bu-
.reau of Statistics, Pennsylvania De-
partment of Agriculture. While Lan-
caster county led in the total produc-
tion of wheat, Erie county produced
the greatest amount of wheat per
acre, the reports showing that the
crop averaged 23.1 bushels per acre,
while Lancaster county’s average
yield per acre was 22.7 bushels. York
county ranked second in the total
amount of wheat grown although the
average yield per acre in this county
was only 16.7 bushels. The average
yield per acre for the entire State was
17.1 bushels.
—Farmers purchasing dairy cows
or cattle in Pennsylvania should in-
sist that these cattle be tested for tu-
beruclosis before closing the deal. Dr.
Munce points out that the farmer who
buys an untested animal is literally
purchasing a pig in a poke, whereas
an animal that has had two tests, six-
ty days apart, and does not react to
the test may be regarded as free of
tuberculosis.
In Susquehanna county, recently 2
woman purchased eighteen cattle but
insisted that they be tested. Eleven
of the herd reacted—in other words
were found to have tuberculosis.
Seventy other cattle were sold at
the same sale and were not tested.
What did the purchasers of these ani-
mals get? 2
_—In order to increase the produc-
tion of fruit it is essential that fruit
growers wage a continuous fight on
orchard pests. Some of the most val-
uable control work can be accomplish-
ed during the fall and winter months.
Certain destructive insects are held in
check only by spraying during the
dormant period of trees, when strong-
er washes may be used than when
the trees are in foliage. Many insects
spend the winter on the tree in the
egg, larva, or pupal stage, and their
destruction in the course of pruning
and other orchard work is practicable
and is of much importance in keepin,
them reduced. Certain fungous an
bacterial diseases, particularly pear
blight and apple canker, are best
worked upon at this time.
_ Practically all of the orchard scale
insects can be successfully controlled
by spraying the trees after the foliage
has dropped. This work may be done
either in the fall or during the winter
when the temperature is abeve freez-
ing and in the spring before the buds
come out.
~The Love-vine or dodder is a per-
nicious parasitic weed that is costing
the farmers of Pennsylvania thous-
ands of dollars, each year, according
to the State Botanist. The dodder at-
tacks clover, alfalfa and flax and ow-
ing to the fact that the dodder seed so
closely resembles the seed of the three
plants named its detection is almost
impossible until the plant makes its
appearance in the field.
The dodder is more like a vine than
a plant. It has no leaves and looks
much like a yellow string twining
about among the clover and alfalfa
plants. The dodder twines about the
clover or alfalfa plants and sucks the
juices from the host plant, quickly
killing them. A field attacked by dod-
der often looks much as if it had been
burned over. :
Where the dodder makes its appear-
ance the farmer should take strenu-
ous measures to eradicate the pest. If
the plot is small, the dodder should be
pulled out by hand but if the area in-
fested is too large the crop should
Sither be ploughed under or burned
off.
Farmers are urged to take the
greatest care in selecting their clover -
and alfalfa seed to see that it is free
of dodder.
—That it is possible for Pennsylva-
nia to stand first in potato acreage,
vield per acre and produce more pota-
toes than any other State, is the be-
lief of Professor E. L. Nixon, exten-
sion plant pathologist at The Penn-
sylvania State College, provided
methods of certain growers in Lehigh
county are followed generally
throughout the State. The banner
crops of this county for this season
are the results of modern cultural
methods and recently drew a delega-
tion of farmers from all Jars of the
State to see at first hand just what
proper seed selection, fertilization and
spraying will do in the way of produc-
ing far greater than average yields.
In spite of the late blight that will
tend to lower the State potato yield by
millions of bushels, Lehigh county
this year will have a crop of 3,000,000
bushels. The growers there make po-
tatoes their money crop and of recent
years have been brought to see the ne-
cessity for adopting recommendations
offered by the State College agricul-
tural specialists. Those growers who
sprayed their potatoes regularly
through the season now see the wis-
dom of this procedure through their
increased and clean yields. Seventy-
five representative potato growers
from fourteen counties spent a day
visiting typical Lehigh farms and un-
der the guidance of Professor Nixon,
who organized the trip, they absorbed
a valuable lesson which they are
spreading to other growers in their
respactive communities. :
According to Professor Nixon, one
of the prime factors in making Penn-
sylvania the leading potato State, is
the manner in which hundreds of boys
in potato clubs are taking to scientific
4 methods in raising this crop.