" Bellefonte, Pa., October 12, 1923.
REFORMING A LOAFING DRIVER
. D. Norvell, Head of an Ohio Ice
Company, Had Novel Method
That Worked Well.
! Harry D. Norvell, who rose from
an ice-wagon driver to the presidency
of the biggest ice company in Ohio,
chanced to notice that one of his driv-
ers was neglecting his work loitering
about a certain saloon, says Fred
Kelly in The Nation’s Business. In-
stead of sending for the man to come
to the office, Norvell himself went to
the saloon where the man was. He
bought himself a drink and then
hudged over alongside the driver,
whom he engaged in conversation.
“My name's Norvell,” he said. “I
happen to be the general manager of
the company you work for, and I wish
you wouldn't drink while on duty. You
see, all the time that you have during
working hours you have already sold
to me, and I have resold it te our cus-
tomers. If you steal a little of it to
loaf in here, it is just as dishonest as
if you gave short measure of any other
commodity.”
Such was his argument—said in a
pleasant way that barred antagonism,
When he got through the driver was
on his side.
Nobody ever received a letter from
Novell in which he designated himself
the president of the company. I once
asked him why he merely signed his
name without a line below to Indicate
his position.
“Oh, the people who don’t know
Norvell,” he chuckled, “can have the
fun of wondering whether the letters
are from the president of the company
or from a barn boss.”
BALKED AT PURPLE PRUNES
Chinese Said His People Wouldn't
Take “Death” Colored Package
Offered by California.
The following is the marketing ex-
perience of the California prune grow-
ers, says The Nation's Business.
Prunes “go” with rice, and so the
prune growers sent men to China to
see whether a market could be created
over there. The scouts reported that
there were comparatively few among
the 400,000,000 Chinese who could af-
ford prunes, but that there were
enough to justify the trial. “You will
have to give away samples at first,”
they said, “because the Chinese don’t
know what California prunes are.”
So small packages were prepared,
with two or three prunes to a box. The
prune-growers thought the very look
of the package was appetizing. They
called in a Chinese to see what he
thought of the plan. And he threw up
his hands in horror.
“You can’t give those things away.”
“Why?”
“Because the prune on the cover of
ghe package is purple. Don’t you know
that purple is the color of old agé and
death?”
The prune growers hadn’t known, of
course, but they profited by the advice
and devised a new package.
Supply and demand, it is clear, are
not the only factors which govern
value.
A Woman's Way,
A woman ran out of a house shout-
mg “Fire!” A passer-by started at
a gallop for the fire station, while a
second pedestrian dashed into the hall
and, being unable to see or smell
smoke, turned to the gasping and ex-
cited woman, and asked: “Where is
the fire? I can’t see any signs of one.”
“I—I didn’t mean fire! I—I meant
murder!” she screamed.
A policeman arrived at that moment,
and demanded to know who was being
murdered.
“Oh, I didn’t mean murder,” walled
the miserable woman, “but the biggest
rat you ever set eyes on chased our
eat across the kitchen just now?
Elsphant Radle.
Even elephants use wireless now.
adays. A loud speaking receiving horn
‘was placed near a Jumbo in the Lon-
don 500.to see how it would affect him,
Ha listened to all the jazz mix-up with
seeming unconcern. Then his Indian
driver, speaking from the broadcasting
station, uttered four orders: lie down,
get up, salute, and pick up. The ele
phant walked slowly towards the loud
speaker. No doubt the order to get
up when he was still standing, puzzled
his massive intellect. A keeper who
watched him thinks he would have
obeyed if the orders had been re-
peated.
She Should Have.
The actress had been happily man
rled three times, but was compelled
to sue her fourth for divorce. He had
left the flat, also some old clothes and
some of her old love letters. There
she sat amid the litter and looked
them over.
“I rémsain, Mrs. John Flubdub.”
Thus they were signed.
She tossed the last one aside.
“But I didn’t remain Mrs. John Flub-
dub,” she sighed.—Rochester Demo-
crat and Chronicle.
Wholesome Curiosity.
“Does your boy Josh intend to study
faw?”
“Yes,” replied Farmer Corntossel.
“The traffic “cops keep him in touch
with the court so much of the time he
thinks he might just as well read up
50 As to have san intelligent interest
in what's goin’ on.”
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MEXICO LIKES YANKEE GA.
People of Neighboring Republic are
Becoming More Sportsmanlike
as a Consequence,
T had been greatly impressed with
what American sports are doing for
young Mexico. American sports are
common all over the republic now—
basketball, baseball, volley ball, hand-
ball, tennis and all the typical Ameri-
can sports.
Even the president has a handball
court up at Chapultepec for his eight-
een-year-old boy to play on. I asked
him if he did not feel that these Ameri-
can sports were going to teach his peo-
ple how to “play the game.”
In Mexico the minute a man is de-
feated for office or the minute that a
brother defeats him in debate or wins
a girl from him, that Mexican wants
to kill his opponent or start a revolu-
tion. They have not learned to be
what we Americans call “good sports.”
American games are teaching them
this spirit, says William I Stidger in
the Outlook.
After I had explained what I meant
he admitted that my implications and
deductions were true and that he had
manifested his confidence in the ¥. M.
C. A., which introduced these sports
into Mexico, by giving that American
Institution a government gift of 25,000
pesos.
“what are your personal sports?” I
asked him.
“Billiards and poker,” he said, with
a smile.
LONDON LOSING ITS VOICE
~amous Old Street Cries of the Me
tropolis Are Dying Out One
After Another.
Even in London, most conservative
sf cities, one by one the famous old
street cries are dying out.
In Shakespeare's day the streets
were musical with this chanting of
tradesmen, calling their wares, each
to his own particular lilting tune.
The last to be heard in modern Lon-
don is that of the lavender peddlers:
“Sweet lavender, sweet lavender!
“Won't you buy my sweet lavender?
“Sixteen branches for a penny!”
It’s stiil heard on the side streets,
but its days are numbered. It's easier
to walk to a drug store and get moth-
balls.
Just as the street cries are dying
out, so also are the London flower
girls—famous in song and story—dis-
appearing.
Once they were to be seen all over
the city—these “girls” whose ages
ranged from sixteen to sixty. Picadil-
ly Circus has been their last strong-
hold. But there are signs that they're
being ousted even from this favored
spot. Men, mostly ex-soldiers out of
regular jobs, are now selling flowers.
Man-Killing Horse.
What is said to be the strangest
nanslaughter case ever tried in the
criminal courts of the United States
is scheduled to be heard in Middle
bury, Vt., in the near future. Wil.
liam . fallock, a farmer, is to face a
jury n the charge of being responsi
ble for the death of A. W. Woodcock,
an eighty-year-old neighbor. The de
fendant is the owner of a stallion,
which broke away and entered the
yard of Woodcock, attacking and kill-
ing him before any one could come to
his aid. The state will contend that
Hallock was directly responsible in
that he was negligent in not keeping a
vicious animal properly restrained.
The horse was permitted the freedom
of its own barnyard, it is said, but
broke from the yard, trotted down the
highway and entered the open gate of
Woodcock’s place. It first attacked
Floyd Woodcock and was beaten off
with a pitchfork. It then approached
the old man, striking him down with
its hoofs, causing injurles which re-
sulted in his death.
Following Orders.
He was on sentry duty for the first
time. An officer approached.
“Halt! Who goes there?’ he shouted.
“Officer of the day.” And the officer
continued on his rounds.
But he hadn’t gone far when the
sentry shouted again: “Halt! Who
goes there?”
The officer halted and looked back
furiously.
“What's the idea,” he snarled, “halt-
ing me twice like this? What's the
idea?”
! “Never you mind about the idea,”
sald the sentry. “My orders is to call
‘Halt’ three times and then shoot!”
A Novel Fruit.
Satsuma, a variety of orange, is to
‘oe introduced to the New York pub-
lie. It is not entirely novel, but has
never been marketed under its, own
name. A concerted attempt to special-
ize in this variety is now under way
In certain districts of southern Ala-
bama, and arrangements have been
made to handle it co-operatively in
New York under the name of Sat
suma,
Analogous.
“I asked my five-year-old youngster,’
writes P. W., “if he could tell me why
the little hand of a watch goes faster
than the big one.” His reply was, “I
guess it’s for the same reason I have
to run when I go walking with you,
isn’t it, daddy?”
That Vague Feeling.
Mrs. A.—Did you ever have the feel-
Ing that you had met a person before
and perhaps had an unpleasant experi-
ence in the dim past?
Irs. B.—Yes, I sometimes have that
feeling when hiring a cook.—Boston
Transcript.
Satie |
Two Aes About
By KATHLEEN THOMAS
©, 1923, by McClure NoWAPpor Syndieate)
Six o'clock in the morning of the
important day found most of Spots-
ford Centre bustling about its busi-
ness. Cook, the caterer, had long
since been manipulating egg beaters
and stove dampers with an expert
hand, and the skeleton of a bride's
cake already lay before him, even in
its unadorned stata & compliment to
the importance of tha wedding of a
Spotsford to a Hart.
A few doors down, and on the same
side of Main street, a light was burn-
ing in the back room of Perkins, the
florist’s, and if one had been there to
see, one might have glimpsed a bright
head bending absorbed above an arm-
ful of flower sprays scattered on the
work-table. But of course it was six
in the morning and there was no one to
see, for all of Spotsford Centre that
had not business of its own to be about
was asleep uptown, and would be for
hours. |
Nor did it really matter. For though '
it would be, in our opinion, a shame to
miss a sight of Shirley Carter's pro-
file at any time, and particularly in
the half-yellow light of the back shop
that morning, unconsciously provoca-
tive with its lips pursed over her work,
there was no one uptown who would
have spent a thought on the sight. Not
any more.
The time had been, of course, when
Shirley’s slightest whim had motivated
the whole uptown set, but that was
before the administration changed,
tariff jumped, and the bottom of the
sugar market dropped, leaving Mr. Car-
ter to die apologetically in the big Car-
ter house, because there seemed to
be nothing much else for him to do at
his age and with his financial tangles.
It is only in the movies and in story
books of a kind that the friends of the '
unfortunate heroine who has lost her
patrimony execute an “about face” and
leave her to shift for herself, Such
mercenary procedure is not true to hu-
man nature, even of the most perverted
sort, and certainly it would not be a
natural act of the kindly people who
had become Spotsford Centre's aris-
tocracy by right of other things than
money.
It was Shirley Carter's own fault
that she had been dropped by the up-
town set, and she acknowledged the
fact genexously. She had dropped out
with studied purpose, after she had
decided that one party dress such as
she had always worn was scarcely
worth a month's salary. Not that the
party dress was essential to her play-’
ing about with her old friends, but it
symbolized a great many things and
which she could not now afford.
Above everything, Shirley dreaded
pity, and she did not intend to em-
phasize her new estate by forcing too
many comparisons. And Spotsford
Centre once made to understand, had
accepted her decision.
This morning, bending over the bou-
quet which she was fashioning, Shir-
ley’s pride was stronger, and her heart
more desolate than it had been before
in the three long years. Her thoughts
were full of the happiness of Mary
Spotsford, who, at high noon, would be
carrying this very bouquet up the
flower-strewn aisle of the church,
where Robert Hart would be waiting.
‘used all over the world.
A look:ef pain which B06 Mary
wince crossed the other girl's face,
“Well,” Mary spoke again, “I have
Snothe much harder, question. Do.
you care enough for him to be very’
big, Shirley, to forget the hurt, and to
even forget pride?”
Shirley's only answer was made in a
voice trembling with eagerness.
“Oh! where Is he, Mary?" she
cried.
And then it was that two arms
slipped about Shirley from behind, and
a voice, dearly familiar, whispered
things about their wedding day. . .
and a fever. , . and blessed, Inti-
mate words intended only for her ear.
From which Shirley gathered that
Raymond had been coming to her, all
repentance, from Java, when a fever
had stricken him and detained him
until today—their wedding date!
At the mention of the wedding, Mary
appropriated Shirley with a knowing
smile.
“You'll have to get busy, Mn
Groom,” she called to Raymond as she
unfastened her friend’s apron, “and
get the whole Perkins family down
here. We'll need another bouquet, for
we're going to have a double wedding,
after all!”
As Shirley let herself be led toward
the door, she knew, gratefully, that
Mary would take the details upon her
capable self, Gown . . .vell. . .
accessories . . . everything would
be forthcoming in the five hours that
remained. After three years of lonely
independence, it was a comfort to be
dependent, and no longer lonely.
She looked back over her shoulder
at Raymond, whose eyes were still fol-
lowing her. Life had been swept clean
of all anchorage when he had left
but now he was back!
SOUNDING SKY WITH BALLOON
interesting Experiments Made to De-
termine Temperature and Test
Air Currents.
Sixty years ago two men managed
to rise in a balloon to a height of five
miles above the earth's surface, and
for many years that ascent remained
a record, says the London Tit-Bits,
In ‘those days -it. was taken for
granted that the higher you went the
colder it got, but nothing was known
for certain until, in 19802, a French
meteorologist began to experiment by
sending up small balloons, to each of
which was attached a self-registering
themometer.
Most of these were lost, but some
were recovered, and the fact was re-
vealed that in every case after six and
a half miles the steady fall in tem-
perature ceased abruptly. Indeed, a
slight rise was often noticed above
that height.
Since then these small ballens
sondes, as they are called, have been
They are
made of rubber and constructed so
that when they burst they turn into
parachutes, which bring the instru-
ments intrusted to them safely back
to earth. These balloons have been
sent up to 46,000 feet.
Pilot balloons, which are larger, and
which are used for testing the air
currents of the upper atmosphere,
have been sent up to 82,000 feet, and
have proved that at great altitudes
there are winds blowing at 132 miles
an hour—that is, faster than anything
near the earth's surface.
These little balloons are teaching
us all sorts of interesting things about
the top of the weather. Up to the
present century we were able to study
only the bottom of it.
Her heart was glad for Mary, yet :
she could not control the rush of feel-
ing that was almost self-pity as she
wondered if there was anyone in Spots-
ford Centre besides herself who would
remember today that three years ago
she, Shirley, had been engaged to Ray-
mond Hart, Robert’s brother, and that
today’s ceremony was to have cele-
brated two weddings instzad of one.
‘Raymond was another figure of the
old life, as lost to her as her faiher, or
her long summers in the Adirondacks,
or her Paris hats priced in three fig-
ures. Their quarrel had been unim-
portant enough, save that it was sig-
nificant of the misunderstanding be-
tween them. What he did not see and
she was too proud to explain to him
was that the pity and sympathy mir
rored in every friendly eye about her
seemed to Shirley a reflection on the
beloved father who had left her in
such a predicament. So how, though
he argue ever so heatedly, could she
consent to an immediate marriage, as
though there were no other course
open tc her—as though she were cap-
italizing Love?
No, she would work, pay what she
One odd fact is that the coldest re-
‘glons do not lie over the poles, but
over the equator. The greatest degree
of cold ever recorded—119 degrees be-
low zero, Fahrenheit—was found at a
height of twelve miles above equato
rial Africa. :
When the Kaiser Wore Kilts.
A great many notables, fom Glad-
stone to Balfour, from Fanny Kemble
to Sarah Bernhardt, figure in the
Countess of Jersey's sprightly remi-
niscence of the Victorian epoch. As a
daughter of Lord Leigh and the wife
of Lord Jersey, she has known mest
of the British nobility. When she was
a child she shook hands with the duke
of Wellington and was kissed by the
young Queen Victoria. One of her
girlhood memories is of the wedding
of the prince of Wales in 1863, in con-
nection with which she says:
The present ex-kaiser,” then Prince
; William, aged four, came over with
his parents for the wedding. He ap-
peared at the ceremony in a Scottish
suit, whereupon the German ladies re-
, monstrated with his mother, saying
' they understood that he was to have
could of the debts that she had in. !| WOR the uniform of a Prussian of-
herited, and when the time came she
would marry him as they had planned, |
taking her place once more by right of !
her position as his wife.
But Raymond Hart would have none
of this, and had taken himself and his
belongings to the Orient while Shirley
learned with weary surprise that one
lives on long after the heart has
stopped caring from the sheer weari-
ness of its ache.
The door of Perkins’ opened, and
Shirley, taken unaware, bent far over
her work to hide her face and the look
of naked misery which, she knew must
be there. But if the woman noticed
she made no sign. She came forward
eagerly and buried her face happily in
the flowers which Shirley still held. 1t |
was Mary Spotsford. :
There were tears on each girl’s lids
as the two regarded each other. At
length Mary spoke, gently, “Shiriev,
I've slipped out on my own wedding
morning to ask you a very personal
question,” she said. And as the other
looked startled, she went on. “Do you
still love Raymond?”
ficer.
“I am very sorry,” replied his moth-
er; “he had it on, but Beatrice sand
| Leopold (the duke of Albany) thought
that he looked so ridiculous with tails
that they cut them off, and so we had
to look about until we found an old
Scottish suit of his uncle’s for him to
i wear.”
An early English protest against
militarism !—Youth’s Companion,
Didn't Dare.
Rastus Jackson, a thoroughly mar-
ried darky, was one day approached
by a life insurance agent.
“Better let me write you a policy,
, Rastus,” suggested the agent.
“No, sah,” declared Rastus emphat-
ically, “Ah ain't any too safe at home
az it is!”—Judge.
Unavoidable Accident.
Teacher—Who was that laughing
aut loud?
Jaséph—I was, ma'am. I was laugh.
ing up my sleeve and didn’t know
there was a hole In it.
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