—
Bellefonte, Pa., August 8, 1924.
EE ETE TH SRE,
Bach Showed the Way
to Pure Modern Music
The fountain source of all was, of
eourse, Bach, When Bach had shown
the way, there was a surge and uprush
of pure music in central Europe to
which nothing in the history of other
arts can be compared, unless it be the
building of the French cathedrals. It
was as if a vast gold mine had been
discovered, opening out to those
happy mortals who had first right of
entry long galleries of metal, precious
and pure; nor did they waste their
matchless opportunity, but tirelessly
worked on, minting in streams a beau-
tiful clear coinage which was good in
gall the markets of the world. Of
almost all the great composers of the
Nineteenth century fertility 1s the
conspieuous trait; they were limited
only by the capacity of their hands
to write down what their invention dic-
tated. And what they dictated was,
broadly speaking, all good. Haydn's
symphonies, Schubert's songs, remain.
Countless, they still have meaning
for us—more meaning than most of
the music of the day. The world had
not changed, but the human mind had
suddenly found means to appreciate
it newly, and the whole story of cre-
ation, all the sumptuous diversities of
human life, all the accumulated ex-
perience of the ages, was virgin soil,
a child's garden, of richness and
freshness inexhaustible.—Basil. De Sel-
incourt, in “The English Secret.”
Myth of the Amazons
Older Than Greek Fable
The Amazons are best known from
Grecian mythology. The origin of the
myth, however, is said to antedate
even the heroic age of Grecian fable
and to come from Asia Minor.
Far back in antiquity these female
awvarriors are said to have come from
the shores of the Caspian sea and, con-
quering Asia Minor, to have built the
cities of Ephesus, Smyrna, Myrina and
Kyme, says the Detroit News. The
worship of their Titanic queen, a sort
of “queen bee,” was carried on with
barbaric ceremonies, even to the time
of authentic Greek history.
Always known as “Ma,” this arch
priestess was sald to be served by
6,000 minor priestesses and by eunuchs
without number.
. When the Spaniards and Portuguese
discovered and settled the east coast
of South America they encountered on
every hand, from the Gulf of Mexico to
Paraguay, an Indian legend of a re-
doubtable tribe of female warriors who
had their home somewhere along the
banks of that river, the Amazon, which
now bears their name—no doubt given
them by the European settlers, who
were familiar with the Amazons of an-
clent fable.
Wasted Words
Johnston missed his train the other
evening, so he went to have his hair
cut. When he entered the barber's
shop he was in a quarrelsome frame of
mind.
“Cut it without conversation,” he
growled, as he took his place in the
chair. “Don’t want any hair restorer,
scalp Invigorator, dandruff eradicator,
face lotion, potion or anything else.
I've read all about the Near-East trou-
bles, and don't interest myself in box-
ing, racing or football. As regards-the
weather—"
Here a customer nudged Johnson's
elbow. .
“You'll have to write it down on his
slate, mister,” he sald, “if you want
to tell him anything. He’s deaf and
dumb.”—Tonsorial Journal,
King George Saves Time
King George's estate at Sandring.
fiam is the one spot in England where
daylight saving is used the year
around, and has been for more than
fifty years. During all this time the
clocks have been kept half an hour
ahead of Greenwich time, and the rea-
son was to insure punctuality. King
Edward, who had the reputation of
never being late, even to tea, intro-
duced the idea when he was prince of
Wales and it was soon taken up by
the nobles who lived in the community.
Hard Boiled
The waitress, very much out ot
sorts, sailed haughtily up to the table
at which sat the grouchy customer.
She slammed down the cutlery,
snatched a napkin from a pile and
tossed it in front of him.
Then, striking a furious pose, sne
glared at him.
*whatcha want? she snapped.
“Couple of eggs,” growled the diner.
“How ya want ’em?”
“Just like you are.’—Notre Dame
Juggler,
Watchful Idling
The world treats the momentous
business of spooning as a joke.
“My little man,” a deacon said to
a small boy, “have you no better way
of spending this holy Sabbath after-
noon than idling away your time on
your front lawn?’
«7 ain't idlin’' away no time,” the
little man exploded. “There's a feller
inside spoonin’ with my sister, and
she's payin’ me a nickel ap hour to
watch out for pop and mom.”
An Easy One
“That artist daubing his brush upon
bis palette reminds me of two women
kissing each other.”
“How 80?”
“He's mixing paint.”
By CLARISSA MACKIE
Fe HHI Ie I I He HI eH He 2
(©, 1924, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
When Marcia Scott Invited her
school friend, Estelle Lee, to come
and visit her she planned to have her
party during Estelle’s stay. They had
been close friends at boarding school,
but had not met for three years, al-
though they corresponded regularly.
Marcia expécted to see the same care-
less, generous, happy-go-lucky girl—
of course three years older—but still
just over twenty. Estelle had al-
ways given promise of a certain fair
beauty for she had quantities of light
hair and light brown eyes that were
always laughing and merry. The Lees
were rich, and Marcia had really
thought twice before she considered
Inviting fashionable Estelle to the
guiet atmosphere of Old Brookfield.
“My dear,” gushed Estelle, when
Marcia met her at the station, driv-
Ing the family car herself, “I did not
mean to land here the very night of
your party—I am sorry, but of course
it doesn’t matter. Have my trunks
arrived ?” (Estelle knew very well
that her trunks had not left home
as yet, owing to her putting off her
departure until the last moment.)
“Why, no, I am afraid they haven't
come yet. What"
“It doesn’t matter,” interrupted the
guest hurriedly. “I just put an eve-
ning frock into my suitcase for emer-
gency, so I will be quite all right.
Now, tell me about yourself, for from
the brief look I have had you have
developed into wonderful beauty! You
were such a plain little thing, too!”
“What nonsense,” laughed Marcia.
*You see with the eyes of love, Es-
tellee. My young brothers will soon
put that idea out of your head. They
drawl at me in the most provoking
way, ‘Well, sis, you wouldn't quite
stop a clock.’ That is the way they
cheer me on.”
“Is it going to be a wonderful
party?’ demanded Estelle, secretly
jealous of Marcia’s beauty.
After dinner the girls repaired to
¢he second floor. Estelle, of course,
occupied the guest chamber, which
adjoined Marcia’s pretty room, and
there was much running back and
forth and laughter, and “do you re-
members,” as they dressed for the
evening. But all the fun and frolic
seemed to die out as Marcia showed
her new gown for the occasion. It
was of apricot taffeta with touches
of silver.
“It is adorable,” agreed Estelle
slowly, and as she went back to her
own room a peculiar change passed
over her face.
“Estelle, have you ever met Paui
Leroy?’ Marcia was doing her hair,
and had her back to Estelle’s room,
but the loveliest look came into her
eyes when she spoke of Paul. Their
friendship was fast ripening into love,
and Marcia was ‘finding it increas-
ingly difficult to mention the beloved
name. But she wanted to have Paul
and Estelle like each other.
Estelle shrieked with delight. “You
don’t tell me that he is coming to-
night?” she cried. “Why, I met him
last summer at Arliss lake, and we
had a perfectly gorgeous time. Isn't
he handsome?”
“He is fine looking,” agreed Mar-
cia, fastening a little bandeau of tiny
silver leaves about her black hair.
Estelle, her head in the wardrobe,
where her suitcase stood, uttered an-
other shriek, this time one of dis-
may. “Oh, Marcia,” she cried dis
mally, “that stupid maid has made
the greatest mistake! She didn’t
put in my frock after all—I'm sure
I saw her put it in—everything else
is here,” and she begen to paw dis-
tractedly among her things.
Marcia came running, and they
searched, but there was no sign of
the dress, which would have been
easily found, of course, if it had been
there (or if Estelle had not cleverly
rolled it up and stuffed it in the bot-
tom of a clothes hamper five min-
utes before).
“There is only one thing to do,
dear,” sald Marcia, looking pale and
unhappy, but managing a pale smile
in the bargain; “you must wear ny
new gown, and I have a white crepe
de chine that will do. I will put a
sliver girdle about it, and it will do
nicely—not a word—just take that
and put it on, it will fit you all right
-] want to be proud of my guest,
you know!”
Estelle protested, even while she
hurried into the apricot silk. “Run
and show yourself to mother and
dad and the boys, they are all down-
stairs, and I will come down as soon
as I can get into another dress.”
“You are sure you don't mind?”
asked Estelle, pausing in the door to
view Marcia in the simple white
dress; it was not very becoming, for
it made her look paler, but Estelle,
satisfied that the splendor of the
apricot silk would put Marcia into
the shade so far as Paul Leroy was
concerned, went serenely on her way.
Somehow, she could not bear to think
of Marcia looking so lovely as she
would in the new dress, and so she
had compelled her te offer it, and
wear the old white one. She rather
dreaded meeting Mrs. Scott's keen
blue eyes. The meeting was one of
surprise on the part of Marcia's
family. The apricot silk had been the
subject of much talk, for new frocks
were not very plentiful in the large
family of Professor Scott. “How
charming you look, my dear, and you
have a frock just like Marcia's!” ex-
claimed Marcia’'s mother.
Estelle explained, flashing her eyes
and all her dimples for the benefit
of the assembled family. They ac-
cepted the situation gracefully, but
each and everyone thought poor Mar-
ela was a good ‘scout to give up the
dress. Mrs. Scott hurried upstairs to
ald Marcia, if necessary, but guilty
Estelle remained below conscious o”
her own good looks.
Mrs. Scott was very thorough, and
it was she who discovered the apple
green dress inside the clothes ham-
per. She forced Marcia to put it on,
and the result was charming. Down-
stairs, she found Estelle and whisp-
ered to her: “You will be glad to
know that I found your frock and I
have made Marcia wear it; I real-
ly like it better than her own, don't
you?” and the confused guest almost
choked with rage when she saw the
dazzling effect of Marcia in apple
green!
“You look like an apple blossom
caught in a silver moonbeam,” Paul
Leroy told her, and Estelle heard
every word. “You should always
wear that celor, Marcia. Your fa-
ther says we may announce our ep
gagement tonight.”
All the men danced with Estelle,
and the Scotts saw that she had a
splendid time, but the dishonest thing
she had done rankled in her own bos-
om, so that in the morning she
affected some excuse and went home.
But Estelle does detest shades of
apricot!
How We Get That Way!
Why Not Learn Truth?
Ring-a-ting-a-ling went the telephone
bell five minutes after they had all sat
down to the table. Sister jumped up
quickly from her place. “I think that's
for me,” said she with suspicious haste.
A dead silence fell upon the room;
Brother listened quite openly.
“Hello,” began Sister. “Oh, it’s
you!” At this Brother guffawed like
a braying donkey. The long-distance
conversation continued for a few more
noncommittal monosyllables, and then
Sister said good-by and returned to
her interrupted meal and her ribald
relatives.
She had a stern expression of coun
tenance, however. As she took her
place, she remarked, “I wish you
wouldn't laugh like a car cranking,
Brother.”
Brother put his hand over his mouth
to suppress his risibles, but Sister
didn’t notice. “How should I laugh?”
questioned he meekly.
“Don’t explode,” said she, taking
him quite seriously. “Open your mouth
and your throat and let the laugh
come out naturally!”
fu} pitch she went, "ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha"—beginning low, rising higher, and
finally dying away softly and deli-
cately.
“Oh! Ho!” roared Brother, unable
to restrain himself any longer; “you
sound like a phonograph record!”
And he emitted a perfect series of
bellows.
“For heaven's sake, don’t laugh at
all if you have to make such terrible
noises as that,” retorted Sister, irri-
tated at having fallen inte his trap.
“Ha! ha!” cried Brother, too pleased
for words at his success; “I mustn't
laugh—I can only smile, I suppose!”
Then he fixed his features into a huge
and cavernous grin, opening his mouth
without making a sound, so wide that
they could see into the depths of his
raw, red interior.
At this point Sister left the table
in tears.
How do we get that way? By refus-
ing to learn the simple truth that
families are born, not made!
(©, 1924. by the Eastment Syndicate.)
Land of Flying Animals
Australia is the home of flying ani-
Jals and boasts of at least twenty spe-
cies. They claim to have flying mice,
squirrels, opossums and also a specles
of bear that flies. The species gen-
erally is referred to as “phalanger.”
This means that they have, extending
from the front to the hind legs, 2a mem-
brane which enables them to float in
quite a graceful way from tree to tree.
They are not really flying animals, but
gliders. The flying squirrel is said to
be the most beautiful mammal in the
world. It is odd that in the land where
many animals fly, birds often cannot
fly at all. Both the emu and the cas-
sowary are practically wingless and
have to depend upon their long and
strong legs to escape from their ene-
mies.
Kangaroo Meat Dainty
It is said that all parts of a kan
garoo are good for food, the flesh bee
ing very like that of hare or small
venison; but the tail fs the only part
which has much meat on it, the rest of
the animal being extraordinarily
spare and lean. The tail is thick and
fleshy, nearly as big as a man's leg;
and, broiled on the embers in its own
skin, which draws off afterward like
a glove, or made into soup or hash, ia
considered a dish fit for a prince.
Cows Showed Sense
Lil and Red, cows owned by Hara
fdgell of Smithfield, W. Va. saved
their own lives when Fishing creek
rose to record flood stage. The cows
planted front hoofs against the side of
their barn, keeping their noses out of
the water, which would have drowned
them had it risen three inches more,
a# a haymow above held their header
down. The horses and another cow
in the same barn were drowned.
Then with care-
Skeleton of at Embrye
in One Dinosaur
Scientists, digging for fossils in the
sand of the Gobi desert in Mongolia,
have come upon the eggs of the pre-
historic beast known as the dinosaur.
Just as the ancient egg of the board-
ing-house breakfast table occasionally
contains an embryo chicken, so in one
of these Mongolian eggs, although it
was deposited by a dinosaur “best
layer” 10,000,000 years ago, the pure
white skeleton of an unborn dinosaur
can still be seen, says London Tit
Bits.
Five of these eggs were found to-
gether and within a foot or two of
them crouched the huge dinosaur
mother, as if she had been overtaken
with disaster, probably in the form of
a sandstorm of terrible violence, just
as she had finished her morning lay-
ing.
The desert region of Mongolia is
proving a happy hunting ground for
the geologist and fossil seeker, for
the high table land is almost water-
less and the atmosphere is dry. Thus
fossils have not been crushed out of
all semblance to their original shape
or pounded to pieces by water action.
It is a growing opinion among
geologists that the animal dispersion
took place in this region and that
the dinosaur of Mongolia found its
way into America, followed down the
ages by the mammals, by way of the
Bering straits bridge, which is supposed
to have connected Asia and America.
Lighthouses in Italy
to Be War Memorials
While nearly every town and village
in Europe has erected memorials of
one kind or another in honor of the
soldiers who fell in the World war,
Italy enjoys the distinction of being
the first of the nations to commemo-
rate the heroism and sacrifice of life
of their sailors by erecting lighthouses.
The funds for these appropriate
monuments are being raised by a com-
mittee composed of the leading Italian
admirals and officers of every rank
representing the navy service, together
with a picked number of army gen-
erals and statesmen, says the Wash-
ington Star. Thus far $600,000 has
been subscribed, and by way of be-
ginning three great lighthouses of the
purest white marble, 80 to 100 feet
high and Roman in style, are in the
course of construction at the most
conspicuous and useful points of the
coast, dominating the Adriatic, the
Tyrrhenian and the Ionian seas.
The very powerful lights will cast
their rays through the bars of an an-
cient bronze “ara” or altar. It is in-
tended to dot the whole coastline of
the Italian peninsula, of Sicily and of
Sardinia with memorial lighthouses of
this kind.
. Played Second Fiddle
The Frenchman had been presented
to the mayor of Puddlebury, to which
town he had come to reside.
“Ah, sir, permit me ze honor of giv-
ing you my felicitations, and to your
talented family likewise. Ze music it
ees a beautiful gift, and I hope to have
ze honor of harking some day of your
pairformance.’
“Pardon, m’sieur,” said the mystified
mayor, “you are mistaken. I know
nothing whatever of music.”
“Ah, but zat ess vat you call hang
back—you are modest. I have hear eet
several couples of times zat your vife
plays ze first violin, and zat you plays
ze second filddle to ’er!”
Tramcar to Waterloo
instead of, as hitherto, taking a train
to the battlefield of Waterloo, the
traveler this year will have the alter
native of proceeding there by tramear,
a direct line having been now opened
up from Brussels. Guides, who since
the armistice have been complaining
that the World war battlefields have
drawn away much of their former cus-
tom, are hoping that the new travel
facilities may bring more visitors to
Waterloo—the more so as it is pro-
posed to have conductors possessing
at least a superficial acquaintance
with the English language.
Russian Caviar Again
Russian caviar is again to grace
America’s board, for a revival of the
manufacture and export of this deli-
cacy, which during the war and Rus-
sian revolution suffered practically
complete collapse, is to be undertaken.
French agreements with the soviet
government enable that country to
prepare caviar on the Volga and to
export the product.
Some of ’Em Do
“Well, Mr. Jackson,” began the
¢heerful doctor, “how are you feeling
this morning?’
“Much better, thank you,” the pa
tient replied. “The only thing that
troubigs me is my breathing.”
“Um—yes,” mused the doctor. “We
must get something to stop that.”—
Dartmouth Jack-o'-Lantern.
Trapped in the Alps
An eagle measuring nearly eleven
feet from wing tip to wing tip was
caught alive at Meolans in the Alps.
A few days before its capture the bird
was seen to swoop down on a goat
and kill and eat it. A trap was set
and baited with a goat's carcass, and
when the eagle returned he was cap-
tured.
A Different Man
Neat Housewife—Ain't you the
game man I gave a mince pie to last
Christmas?
Tramp—No mum, I'm not and wots | Jf
more the doctor says I never will
be.
Lyon & Co. Lyon & Co.
Clearance Sale
OF
Summer Goods
For the next 15 days we will have
on sale all Summer Dresses and Dress
Materials that must go---Regardless
of Cost.
The Season’s Greatest, Value
in these Lovely Materials
Crepes, Voiles, Swisses, Tissue Ginghams
—in plain colors and in figures, 36 inches.
Hosiery
Remarkable values in Womens Full-Fashioned Silk
Stockings; all the new shades. During the sale our
$1.50 Hose will be sold for 95c¢., and our $2.00 for $1.50
Coats and Suits
We have slashed the prices in our Ready-to-Wear
Department—Regardless of Cost.
Shoes
Big reductions in Mens, Ladies and Childrens Shoes.
White Oxfords and Pumps were $2.50 and $3.00, now
$1.75. Mens Fine Shoes from $2.50 up. Childrens
Shoes from $1.00 a pair to $2.50. We also have a
Rummage Table with Shoes from 25c. to $1.00 per
pair. Don’t miss this sale of Shoes, as you will save money by
coming early.
A visit to our store will convince you that
we have reductions you cannot duplicate.
Lyon & Co. « Lyon & Co.
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Come to the “Watchman” office for High Class Job work.
Prices Reduced
at, Yeagers
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Wejhave made a Very Liberal Reduc-
tion on the price of Ladies Pumps and
Sandals.
This season’s goods—not old styles.
$8
Pumps
and Sandals
now $485
Yeager’s Shoe Store
THE SHOE STORE FOR THE POOR MAN
Bush Arcade Building BELLEFONTE, PA.
58-27
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