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Bema.
“Bellefonte, Pa., June 23, 1922.
BUYING SECOND-HAND JUNK
Astonishing How Many Succumb to
Lure Which Holds Forth in
New York ~%ity.
If not every man then every other
man in New York city is mad as a
March hare about the desirability of
owning somebody else's old junk.
While he neglects to take care of
what belongs to him already he sallies
forth under the sway of an irresist-
ible impuse to collect the cast-off
props of another man. This is true,
too, of women.
It is grossly unfair, of course, to
leave the idea that what they collect
so avidly and search for so earnestly
is trash. Strictly speaking it isn’t.
Neither is it entitled to be put into
the antique class. It is just old stuff,
with more or less good left in it. But i
seems to attract this odd portion of
the populace simply because it i; sec-
ond hand. Are those who buy so lif
tle certain of their own sense of se-
lection of new goods that they want
something upon which the stamp of
some other person’s approval has al-
ready been visibly set?
Jf not that, why is it that junk and
rummage relics do so surely find cash
buyers? It is not because they ave
cheap, though most would say if they
were asked to give a reasoir. Wath
these collectors closely. The rumma se
sort of goes to their heads, and {hey
buy and buy as long as they have
money.
TAKE DELIGHT IN MANIKINS
Venetian Children Prefer Antics of
Marionettes to Any Moving
Picture Show.
Fashions in entertainments never
change among patrons of the resource-
ful Tony Sarg in New York, nor yet
on the shores of the Adriatic, home-
land of the marionettes. The Vene-
tian child wouldn't give a pin for mo-
vies while he has the beloved joint-
ed manikins of his ancestors to ex-
ecute their wonderful maneuvers and
spout the speeches of Romeo and Ju-
liet or one of Hans Christian Ander-
sen’s fairy tales or—yes, or—some ex-
citing. episode in the detective career
of Sherlock Holmes.
Thursday afternoon is the triumphal
time of the marionette all over Italy,
for Thursday, not Saturday, is the
school holiday, and childhood’s dear-
est delight is to witness the drama of
the dolls, a New York writer states.
Venice has the best public perform-
ance. The dolls are about four feet
high. Any necessary number of char-
acters are placed on the stage and
their entrances, exits and antics are
managed by the man above, who does
the wire pulling and who puts the
speeches into their mouths. All sorts
of plays ure given, and the ordinary
type of Punch and Judy show is less
common than fairy tales and Shake-
speare on children’s afternoons.
Frigate Bird’s Endurance.
For pure and unadulterated impu-
dence, lack of principle and of all
virtue, the frigate bird is pre-eminent.
These birds must be endowed with
prodigious powers of flight. They are
often seen hundreds of miles from
land, appearing as mere specks in tle
sky.
After hovering almost motionless for
a considerable time they take flight in
ever-increasing circles in the direction
of their island homes, which have of
necessity to be reached ere the set-
ting of the sun, unless the faculty of
sleeping on the wing is possessed by
them.
1 have never met or heard of a man
who has seen the frigate bird rest on
the waters of the ocean over whicll it
delights to wander.
Next to the albatross, I enter the
frigate bird for the aeronautic endur-
ance stakes.—Buffalo Express.
Sugar Fungus.
It is reported that an expert of the
Department of Agriculture has dis-
covered that the spoiling of granu-
lated Sugar, stored in damp places, re-
sults from the development of a mi-
croscopic fungus, seen in the form of
threads and round bodies, and cap-
able of being artificiatly cultivated,
so that experiments can be made in
inoculating sugar previously free
from the growth. Three species of
this fungus were found in some bar-
rels of sugar which had become unfit
for use. It grows readily on all kinds
of cooked vegetables, but chiefly on
raw vegetables.
Girls Only.
In the midst of a busy afternoon,
a girl, age thirteen, came to the desk
of a branch library and said in a dis-
couraged tone:
“You used to have a little red
book for girls only, but I can’t find it
now. I read part of it and want to
finish it.”
The puzzled assistant decided here
was a case for imagination and sug-
gested obvious boeks, as “Little Wom-
en,” “Six Girls,” with no success.
Finally, as a last resort, she guessed
at random:
“Was it ‘Keeping Up With Lizzie,
by Bacheller?”
And it was.
First Aid.
Crook (to pal)—I've just bin to
‘elp a pore bloke who fainted.
Pal—Wot did yer do?
“Loosened his collar, tie pin and
watch chain to give ’im air.”—An-
swers, l.endon.
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Shadrach stared disconsolately at
the uncleared breakfast table.
He was sick of doing dishes; yes,
sir, sick of it. Why in tunket he’d
made that fool compact with Jerry—
The door opened and Jerry himself
came in,
“Ain't that teakettle hot yet?” he
demanded, jerking off the stove-
cover. “I snum, if you ain’t sot
there an’ let the fire go out, Shadrach
Hull!”
“I can’t do everything t’ once!”
snapped the long-suffering Shadrach.
“There's work enough in this hopse
for ten men an’ a boy,” he growled.
Captain Jerry chuckled as he re-
stored the fire.
“Well, you had your choice, Shad,”
he answered. “If you're gettin’ tuck-
ered out, we can swap ’'round a
spell—"
“Humph'!
housework an’
care 0° hens.”
The teakettle was steaming now
and Jerry snatched it up.
“What you cal’latin’ on havin' for
supper, Shad?’ he asked suspicious-
lv. pausing at the door.
“Dunno,” replied his partner above
the tumult in the dish-pan. “Why?”
“Beans would go durn good,” sug-
gested Jerry mildly. “S’pose—"
*No, I coulén’t!” promptly. “You
won't eat 'em when I cook ‘em. Jer-
ry Webb, an’ I ain't goin’ t* do all
that work for the hens—I swan 1
ain't.”
The Captain smothered a sigh as
he stepped out into the frosty Feb-
ruary air. Life with Shadrach had
its drawbacks, but it was better than
living alone. Jerry’s friendly heart
was not meant for solitude nor dis-
Lot you know ‘bout
cookin’ an—an takin’
“What in Tunket’s th’ Matter?”
content, but there were times when
he did get “a-hankerin’'” for Melissy
and the joys of other days.
Melissy, as everyone knew, had
been one of the best wives and house-
keepers in Dustin and for twenty
years Jerry had partaken of feasts
fit for the gods. Then Melissy died
and Jerry was left alone.
It was Shadrach who had come to
the rescue with a proposal that had
sounded plausible enough.
He, Shadrach, lived alone and the
house was “a-plenty big” for Jerry
“hung up his hat” there, too.
“You can't cook no more'n a baby,
Jerry,”. Shadrach had expostulated.
“Now, I'm used t’ gettin’ my victuals
'thout a woman fussin’ ‘round an’
cookin’ for one more—sho! for a man
like me, it's a cinch, Jerry!”
It had proved a winning, if mis-
leading, argument and Jerry had cast
in his lot irrevogably with his boy-
hood chum.
To guard against desertion of the
plan by either one, Shadrach had
drawn up a compact in which he him-
self was to share half the living ex-
penses, serve as cook, and, in short,
relieve Jerry of the burden of house-
hold cares.
The Captain, on his part, was to
“shoulder” the other half of the ex-
penses, keep the pair provided with
fish and keep himself immune from the
wiles of scheming widows, especially
the Widow Tripp.
Shadrach had deemed it wise to take
this precaution with Jerry, for the
Widow Tripp lived just across the road
and you never can tell—
If Jerry rebelled at this clause of
the compact, he gave no sign of it to
the watchful Shadrach.
But this morning, as he walked to
the shore, Jerry's contented mind was,
it must be admitted, harboring revolt.
Shadrach had served one of his fa-
wous “odds and ends” breakfasts that
morning, and it was only the hope that
Miss Sally would be frying doughnuts
that had kept the Captain's spirits up
at all. .
At the gate of a small cottage Jee
ry paused and sniffed the air expect-
mntly.
“By Jupiter, she is!” he exulted, “4A
petter see if she needs a pall of waver.
re
3
p | A woman oushtn't ¢ Tug water. ‘Taev
er [ot Melissy.”
Miss Sally’s pails were empty, sure
excugh,
When they had been refilled ais
piaced at the end of the kitchen sink
Jerry was proffered a plate of hot, sit:
gared doughnuts.
“Iupiter!” he ejaculated, between
enormous bites, “them beat th’ Queer
o' Sheba's!”
“Do eat all you can of ’em, Jerry,”
urged pleased Miss Sally. “I d’clare,
I have hard work to get things et up
A body can’t relish much settin’ down
alone—"
“No,” agreed the Captain, sym-
pathetically, “but there’s wuss things,
Sally,” he sighed, thinking of the
“odds and ends” breakfast.
Miss Sally, pouring beans into a
shining brown beanpot, made ne
answer.
“I see you don’t share Shadrach’s
grudge aginst beans,” smiled Jerry.
“Grudge?”
“Yes. Shadrach won't bake beans—
he's turrible sot on it!”
Miss Sally, looking up, caught the
wistfulness in the Captain's eyes.
“I d’clare,” she said impulsively,
“twould do my appetite good if you'd
stop in then tonight on your way home
and help me cat these up.”
“D’you mean it?” gasped Jerry in-
credulously. “By gum, I'll come then,”
he promised, forgetting in his delight
the hated compact.
* " * * * » ®
The Captain trudged guiltily home-
wards in the early dusk. He had eaten
a supper the like of which he hadn’t
tasted since the days of Melissy, but
the joy of it was already fading. Con-
science, like an avenging angel, was
reminding him now of the broken com-
pact.
“Hang that compact!” muttered Jer-
ry. “1 swan -t* man I ain't goin’ t’
be tied t' it no longer. A woman like
Sally Dakin don’t grow on every bush
—I'll tell Shad so tonight.”
But as he neared the house the
Captain’s resolve grew rapidly weaker.
Shadrach had been a good pal—it was
going to be hard to break with him.
Jerry paused and wiped his puckered
brow.
“You're in th’ mess, Jeremiah Webb.”
he soliloquized grimly, “an’ you can’t
git out o' it—hon’rable. You've got t’
stan’ by that fool compact.”
When he opened the kitchen door.
however, he stared in amazement at
the scene before him.
Seated in the arm-chair by the fire
sat Shadrach, one arm bandaged and a
white cloth tied over one eye.
“Great Scott!” exclaimed Jerry.
“What in tunket’s th’ matter?” :
Shadrach squirmed uneasily. “Ice
jumped up an’ hit me when I was
dumpin’ th’ ashes,” he explained
sheepishly.
“Humph! Hurt much?”
“Oh, no; only sprained my arm a
little, an’ got a few cinders in my eye.
Where you been so long?” he added
hastily. ; “5
It was Jerry's turn to look con-
fused.
“Me?” he asked innocently. “Oh, 1
ain’t hurried much. Who done up your
arm?”
“Marthy. She see me fall an’ come
over.”
“Marthy?” Jerry's bewilderment was
superb.
“Yes, yes—DMarthy Tripp. Don’t
stan’ there gapin’ so, Jerry. Get ready
for supper.”
“]—I] ain't hungry,” stammered bis
partner. “I—"
The door opened abruptly admitting
the Widow Tripp.
She had brought over a second bowl
of beans—for Jerry this time—and she
had found the eye-stone for Shadrach.
The shameless Jerry sat down fo
his beans, grinning wickedly across
the table to Shadrach behind the
widow's back.
His partner fumbled with the
bandage, pretending not to notice.
He protested faintly at the eye
stone, but twas useless. The widow
had brought that eye-stone over to
use—and use it she did, effectually,
too; for the cinders came out of Shad-
rach’s weeping orb.
At last, Shadrach and Jerry were
alone in the kitchen.
“Reckon we best turn in, Jerry,”
said Shadrach. “I feel purty well
shook up,”
“Heart’s th’ wuss, aint it?”
“Don’t be a fool, Jerry. Marthy
Tripp's a wonder—I found that out
today. Women like her don’t grow oa
every bush—"
Jerry leaned forward confidingly.
“That's what I thought tonight ’bout
Sally Dakin,” he said deliberately,
“when I took supper with her an’
busted th’ compact.”
As Shadrach received this astound-
ing news in silence, Jerry added
apologetically :
“Honest, twas fore I thought, Shad.
1 clean forgot the compact—"
“Humph !” Shadrach rose and limped
over to the clock-shelf. When he re-
turned, he held the compact in his
hand. Before Jerry could speak, Xe
had thrust it into the fire.
“Reckon that bloomin’ thing’s had
its day,” he remarked sheepishly.
“Shake!” cried Jerry heartily, “an’
let's make it a double weddin’, Parg!”
You Said It
“There was Mr. Watts, a mon Of
pote. And I went to his studio, and
there was much meestification, and
screens were drawn round the easel,
and curtains were drawn, and I was
not allowed to see anything. And then
at last the screens were put aside, and
there I was. And I looked. Mr.
Watts, a great mon, he said to me,
How do you like it? And I turned
to Mr. Watts, and 1 sald, ‘Mon, I
would have ye know, 1 am in the
uwobit of wurin ciean lunen.’ "—Thomas
Carlyle, as quoted mn che Whistler
Journal, by E. R. and J. Pennell,
PVE TC
Census of Ex-Serviee "Men.
A nation-wide census of ex-service
men will be taken by the American
Legion. Five million questionnaires
have been printed for use in the Le-
gion’s “service and compensation”
drive, which will aim toward the com-
pilation of vital statistics and which
should afford a definite indication of
the exact cost of providing compensa-
tion to all veterans.
The various State organizations of
the Legion wil conduct the drives sep-
umm
HOOD’S SARSAPARILLA.
Do Not Neglect
Your Blood
If it is in abnormal condition, the
longer you delay taking a good blood
medicine like Hood’s Sarsaparilla, the
longer it will take and the more dif-
ficult it will be for you to get back to
“normalcy.”
Not only boils, pimples, eruptions,
but headaches, nervous spells, “all-
gone” feelings, indigestion and loss of
appetite are readily traced to impure
blood. Thousands date getting on the
right road to health from the day they
began taking Hood’s Sarsaparilla.
Why not try it? 67-22
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BELLEFONTE, PA.
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arately, and at their own date. Every
man interviewed by the census taker
will be informed of the five options of
the pending compensation bill and be
asked to satisfy his attitude toward
the measure and his choice of the five
features. He will also record whether
he was ever wounded, gassed, or suf-
fered an injury in service. Assistance
will be provided in filing compensation
claims, and all ex-soldiers will be urg-
ed to carry government insurance.
The Legion’s plan for a rotating
loan fund will be explained, and every
man interviewed will be asked wheth-
er he would be willing to turn over
his compensation toward such a fund
for the relief of needy service men.
—Cull the poor hen right now—this
week is the time to start picking out
the cull hens. It costs nearly half a
cent a day to feed a hen—why board
her six months for nothing.
——Subscribe for the “Watchman”
The big thing
HE big thing, after all, is
the styling of the garment.
If you'll pay the price you can
easily secure
good materials
and fine workmanship.
But style isn’t always a mat-
ter of price; often it is miss-
ing in clothes that cost a lot
of money.
FAUBLE CLOTHES
---while moderate in price,
have a styling worthy of tail-
ors who charge a hundred or
more for a suit of clothes.
Nash Leads the World in Motor Car Value
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Those soundly service-
able qualities for which
the Nash is known every-
where are exercising an
energetic effect upon our
first five
FOURS and SIXES
sales. The figures for the
months of 1922
register a gain over and
above the first six months
of 1921 amounting to 57%.
Prices range from $965 to $2390, f. o. b. factory
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