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Bellefonte, Pa., August 15, 1924,
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“Ancient Egyptians Had
Mummies at Their Revels
It was not unusual in the ancient
days of Egypt's splendor for the tombs
of the kings to be re-entered after
burial and the body carried out t6
have a part in some significant ritual.
Death was a foremost thought in the
Egyptian's mind, and his daily life
was a continual preparation for the
life hereafter. In the height of his
revels he took pains to remind him-
self of the sériousness of life and the
omnipresence of death.
He held great feasts where death
was perhaps furthest from his mind
of all subjects. But suddenly the
musi¢ ceased, dancers slunk away te
darkened corners, feasters sat back
half-sobered while wine goblets re-
mained untouched.
From the far end of the hall came
a somber procession; two or three
slaves strained at heavy ropes which
were attached to a cumberous sled-
like affair. Borne along on this was
a many-colored painted coffin, the
mummy case of a dead Pharaoh that
had been rifled from the tomb for the
occasion. v
Slowly the procession entered,
passed on and disappeared while the
guests looked on with staring eyes.
After this sobering intermission the
revelry was resumed, perhaps not as
riotously as before the appearance of
the mummy.
Suspension Bridge Is
Moved in One Piece
When the suspension bridge which
spans the Avon gorge was removed
from its old job of spanning the
Thames, it was taken to pieces and
transported te Bristol bit by bit. But
the new bridge at Harwich, in connec-
ton with the train-ferry service to
Zeebrugge, was transported from its
original position at Southampton I
pne piece, London Tit-Bits says.
It was a bigger job than the trans-
porting of Cleopatra's Needle from
Egypt to the Thames embankment. Of
course it would have been impossible
had either of the towns been situated
inland, but as both were on the coast
it was possible to convey the bridge
by water all the way.
The simple plan was to lash two
big barges together, float them under
the bridge, and then lower it onto
their decks. The bridge was thep
towed to Harwich.
The bridge was erected at South-
ampton during the war. To take it
to pieces and transport it to Harwich
by land would have cost more than
the structure was worth. Hence the
determination to try to break a record
by taking it from one town to the
other in one piece.
Liquid Light to Be Next
The simple electric light switch by
means of which a room can be flooded
with brilliant light, or even a whole
town illuminated in a moment, was a
tremendous step in advance, but we
are now promised a light which never
goes out. There is rothing to pay, ex-
cept the original cost of buying, say,
half a pint of liquid light.
This liquid light is poured into a
sulb, and the resultant light is sald to
be superior to electric or any other
known light, except nature's own
brand of daylight. This light, being,
In fact, radio-active, will remain good
for seven years or more, when the
bulb may require refilling.
It is claimed, also, that this liquid
will eventually make coal and oil pow-
er a thing of the past. If that is the
case, the real abelition of smoke seems
to be In sight, for, although electric
as long as fuel is necessary for its
power is smokeless, there will be
smoke generation,
Tries Out Cars on Roof
An automobile factory at Lingotto,
{taly, has upon its roof, more than 100
feet above the ground, a testing track
which is 8,810 feet, or nearly three-
fourths mile around. It is used for
experimental purposes and for testing
finished cars. The track, which sur-
rounds four open courts, Is 75 feet
wide, and the curves are banked 20
feet high, so that high speeds are pos-
sible.
Supplies of gasoline and oil are al
ways at hand, and are pumped from
underground tanks.—Compressed Air
Magazine,
Credit for Intention
The old farmer had dropped a two-
ghilling piece in the kirk plate instead
of a penny, and, noticing his mistake,
tackled the elder at the end of the
service.
“It wud be sacreeledge, Sandy, tae
furt it oot noo,” he said.
“Weel, I'll git credit for it in heav-
en,” replied the farmer.
“Na, na; ye'll only get credit for a
penny, for that was a’ ye intendit tae
pit in.”
Fair Enough
Judge—He says you drew a knife
and started to carve him up.
“Well, he blacked my eye, so 1
thought it was no more’n fair for him
to furnish the raw meat to put on it!”
~Judge.
How to Get There
She—Ho% shall I go to work to be-
come a star?
He—Get the reviewers to praise you
ta the skfes.—Boston Transcript.
HH HHH
THE MAPLE
LEAF DOES
GOOD WORK }
By MARTHA WILLIAMS
Hod AW IM SE
(®. 1924, McCiure Newspaper Syndicate.)
A red leaf, pure flame-scarlet, cir
cled softly down upon Elspeth's bare
head, making an enchanting harmony
of color against her cloud of wavy
golden-chestnut hair — her greatest
tharm. Otherwise she was no more
than wholesomely pretty. She knew it
—sighing over the fact. What chance
had she against the tropic beauty of
Valetta, glowing and velvet, dark as
late red roses? Steadfastly she asked
of Fate the question. As steadfastly
came the answer: none at all.
Leigh Granville was Beauty’s vowed
fknight, withal rich, well-born, dowered
with eerie charm.
“I want you, Elspeth! Come}
Quick!” Valetta called imperiously
from an upper window. The Sidney
house, her grandmother's, stood cheek
by jowl with the prim Ross cottage.
Blspeth threaded the boundary shrubs,
her head so high, so level, that the
maple gift lay undisturbed—thus she
came, flame-crowned, face to face with
Leigh, newly dismounted at the lawn
gate. One glance—he had laid hands
upon her shoulders, turned her to face
him, and was laughing down at her.
“At last! Trapped at last. Always
knew you were a beauty, but too con-
trary to show it—"
“I see! You've got a crazy fit!” Els
peth flung back at him. “I’m just the
same as yesterday.”
“Shame on you for a fibber!” Leigh
admonished. “Let me show you—con-
found you to your face with your
face.” As he spoke he drew her to-
ward the ramshackle fountain, whose
basin yet maintained a mirror sem-
blance. “Look! If after this you dare
not to wear scarlet I'll have you sent
to a nunnery for keeps.”
“Why, how nice!” Elspeth retorted.
“Anything for a quiet life—"
“Elspeth! I called you!”
shrilled high above them.
Leigh raised tranquil eyes to her,
saying: “Did you? But you know I
was Johnny-on-the-spot! Of course
she can’t leave me.”
“Unless she comes I can’t go with
sou to the Bromley dance tonight,”
Valetta almost shrieked. “The new
frock I ordered is such a mess I won't
be seen in it.”
“Be seen without it—and put out
all eyes,” Leigh commented. “That is,
unless Elspeth will wear red leaves—
and nothing else.”
“Stop such disgraceful talk, young
man! I aim to keep respectable com-
pany, or none,” Granny Sidney
chuckled from the side porch. Rising
sixty, she kept her head, eke her fig-
ure, and a wit so pretty it had more
than once made Valetta fume. “Run
along heme now,” she added to Leigh,
“so I can find out if there's anything
wrong with Valetta’s frock-—or only
her disposition.”
It turned out both needed adjust:
ment. Valetta was even more jeal-
ous than her Spanish coloring war-
ranted—she had called Elspeth first
out of sheer impertinence, but to find
that thus she had thrown her in
Leigh’s way was intolerable, especially
since she had seen and heard what
passed. Elspeth her rival! Impossi-
ble, she would have said an hour
earlier. Now she was raging. Leigh
seemed to her the fit reward of pa-
tience, She had played with other men
years and years; he had all she sought
in a husband—money, brains, position,
inborn leadership. As his wife she
would queen it in any company.
Hate hot and fluid as lava filled her
neart. She wanfed to fly at Elspeth’s
throat as she sat stitching deftly at
the misfit frock. What right had she
to put on that magic maple leaf?
She lay face down for hours, racking
her brain, her lava-wrath the while
hardening into desperate purpose.
After the hardening she slept soundly
for an hour, and woke refreshed, also
nerved for anything. Nerve was need-
ed. She slipped shadow-silent to the
dim library, where a silver traveling
flask—her grandfather’s—remained as
he had left it long years before.
Opened, it gave out aroma bespeaking
its age and era. Time had shrunken
and strengthened the liquor within.
Smiling craftily, she hid it, smiling
fearfully she dropped Into it something
even more potent, then crept back up-
stairs to perfect every detail of her
mad plan.
It was too mad to fail—she meant
to make Leigh drink the drugged
liquor till he was quite as mad, else
unconscious, then she would take the
wheel and drive like the wind—any-
where away from all her world. Stop-
ping presently at some remote inn, she
would beg shelter for her husband,
suddenly ill. When Leigh came to him-
self she would be sitting In watch,
eager to confess, to show him where
love for’aim had led her—and threaten
to kill herself unless he agreed to
marry her in the next town. Spolled
and cynical he might be, yet still he
had a soit heart. Then, too, there was
his vanity. All would, all must, be
well. A triumphant home-coming after
the sensation of the running away
‘would make a beautiful climax.
‘Writhing betwixt hope and fear, she
made "covert preparations, then flung
herself down to wait the interminable
bour before dressing for the dance.
Valetta
For ten minutes time trotted hard
withal for her, then out in front came
a throaty shout, throatier laughter,
bellowed greetings, and resounding
back-slapping. ' Valetta knew their
meaning. One person only in all the
world could thus make of his arrival
8 noisy solemnity. Andrew McDuff,
the one man she had never been able
to whistle down the wind, had found
and followed her.
“Run right down—unless you want
me to come fetch you,” he roared up
the stairway. Valetta went, like some-
thing hypnotized. When she had been
kissed three times, slapped on either
cheek, and hugged till she cried with
pain, Andrew explained: “Honey, I've
got to go cross the big pond—you like
that sort of foolishness, so I've come
to take you with me. Hustle and pack
—J1 want to catch the midnight train
back. Say, can I scare up help—a best
man, a parson and a bridesmaid for
you?”
“You surely can,” Leigh sald heart-
fly. “Here am I, aching to do my
darndest. Matrimony is, I hear, con-
tagious. I want to start a wave that
will sweep the country.” :
And that was that—and all of i
How We Get That Way!
Show Wrong Interes:
Sister had been up late the night
before, and when the alarm cloek rang
at six-forty-five she snuggled down for
those ten extra minutes that would in
the end mean hurry—hurry—hurry.
But the fates were against her. For
just as her chin got well into the cov-
ers, the front-door bell went buzz-buzz.
Of course she knew it was the lady
in the apartment across the hall. No
one else sounded the bell in that per-
emptory yet apologetic manner. So
she got up, shivering, and put down
the window, pulled on her wrapper
and undid the lock.
“Oh, I'm so ashamé&d to disturb you
at this hour!” came a piercing whisper.
“Come in,” said Sister, as cordially
as if her hair were not still up in
tight kids.
“No,” hissed the other, standing jus.
so that the door could not be closed
and a chilly draft played around Sis-
ter’'s ankles; “no, thank you; I can't
possibly come in. I only wanted to
ask you if your heat was on.”
Sister felt as if the heat had neve:
been less on, but she managed to
answer calmly that she'd see. At that
moment the household cat came out.
Sister had turned to feel of the near-
est radiator, the forbidden door was
wide open, and Alley popped through.
That meant a quarter of an hour's
search, and the clock ticked on. Fin-
ally Alley was caught, Neighbor
brought inside the door, and Sister
turned again to the steam-heat sys-
tem. No, she said, it wasn’t on yet.
“What time is it, do you think ?—ah,
{ mustn’t keep you,” was the lady’s
next move. “Five minutes past seven,
you say? That can’t be right, do you
think? I feel as if it must be later.
But would ycu mind seeing if the other
radiators are warm? Ours are stone
cold. T suspect the janitor of being
lazy!”
The others weren't on, either. The
fady was jubilant. She had proved
the management in the wrong.
How do we get that way? By being
¢0 much more Interested in what
ought to be than in what is, that we
are almost glad when it isn’t!
(®, 1924, by the Eastment Syndicate.)
Turning Back
Ventilated sandals, the kind worn
aniversally at the dawn of clviliza-
tion, are recommended by a Wood-
ward avenue shoe dealer as a solu-
tion of prevailing foot ailments. “If
everyone wore sandals,” the dealer
said, “there would be no need for
corrective appliances designed to re-
lieve fallen arches and other concomit-
ants of modern footwear. Not only
that, but the human race would be
decidedly better off. Much money
would be’ saved. Walking, an exer-
cise that is sadly neglected, would be
popular because it would be painless.”
—Detroit News.
No Heat From Firefly
A scientist who has experimentetw
with problems of light production in-
forms us that the firefly gives off no
heat which can be detected. An in-
finitesimal degree of heat must be pro-
duced by combustion and there can
be no combustion without heat. The
firefly simply has, as a light produc
ing machine, a much higher efficiency
than any machine man has been able
to make. It shows what enermous
possibilities of improvement there are
in our own methods of light produc-
tion.— Washington Star.
Chamois Skin Demand
There has been an increase in the
production of chamois skins in the
Niort district of France. The esti-
mated production of 1928 was 125,000
dozen skins, compared with 120,000
in 1022. The local glove industry ab-
sorbed the major part of the produc-
tion, and there has béen a marked in-
crease in the shipments to the United
States, which took 10,953 dozen cha-
mois skins, valued at $235,820, in
1928, as compared with 2,888 dozen
skins, valued at $68,172 in 1922, and
5,062 dozen skins, valued at $77,099,
in 1921.
Read the “Personals”
Andy McClure, a cook in a lumber
camp at Astoria, Ore., let his eyes fall
on the “personal” column of a metro-
politan newspaper the other day and
read a few words asking for the where-
abouts of McClure himself. The “per-
sonal” was inserted by Ed Wakefield,
who had borrowed $10 from McClure,
and wanted to pay it back but couldn’t
locate his erstwhile friend.
Beef for 5,000 People
Roasted by Electricity
A new and unusual application of
electric heating was made recently
when electrically barbecued beef was
served to five thousand people at the
annual reund up and celebration at
Ephrata, Washington. We learn from
Electrical World that four steers
weighing about two thousand pounds
each were dressed and prepared for
the barbecue and roasted in a large
electrically-heated pit built especially
for the occasion. The improvised oven
was 32 feet long, 4 feet wide and
6 feet deep. Twelve heating elements
each of 3 kilowatt capacity and con-
sisting of about 150 feet of No. 14 iron
wire were placed one foot above the
bottom of the pit. Sheet-iron heat de-
flectors were placed one foot above
the heating elements, and a foot and
a half above the deflectors were
placed iron bars to hold the beef.
Thermostatic control was provided tr
maintain an even heat in the pit.
The meat was first roasted at 2 tem-
perature of 550 degrees for two hours.
The heat was then reduced to 350 de-
grees and maintained at this point for
four hours. For the next six hours
the temperature ranged from 250 de-
grees to 300 degrees. At midnight the
meat had been roasting for twelve
hours, and the temperature was then
reduced to 200 degrees and held there
for twelve hours until the time of the
barbecue.
Albumen From the Lupin
Seed Makes Good Food
Not only in the Mediterranean re
&lon, but also along the western coast
of America there grow freely tall,
handsome spikes of blue-white or yel-
low flowers that form entrancing bits
of color in the landscape during the
season for blossoming, and are not in-
frequently used as a garden flower.
It is the lupin, which belongs to the
family of leguminous vegetables to
which mankind owes so much, and
which includes beans and peas as well
as peanuts.
As in other members of the family
che fruit of the lupin consists of
seed-bearing pods, but no attempt has
been made to use them either for for-
age or for human food until recently.
It is now announced that by a German
process, the Pohl method of extraction,
said to be quite inexpensive, the seeds
can be made to yield an uncommonly
high percentage of albumen, which,
added to rye or other flour, makes an
extremely nutritious food.
This new bread is likewise admi-
sably fitted to form part of a diet of
certain (presumably diabetic) pa-
tients because of the small amount of
starch it contains.—Literary Digest.
What She Was After
Mrs. Skiffington, during the course
of an afternoon call on Mrs. Biffing-
ton, sought the latter's advice as to
applying for divorce.
“Well,” sald Mrs. Biffington, upon
the conclusion of her friend's lengthy
recital of her woes, “you have had
your marital troubles just like the rest
of us; but really, dear, to judge from
what you have told me, I am not at
all sure that you would be justified in
taking this step. You have ro other
grounds for seeking a divorce, have
you?”
Mrs. Skiffington hesitated a moment,
md then added: “To tell the truth,
in addition to what I have just sald,
I have a brother who is a lawyer and
I am very anxious to give him some-
thing to do.”—Farm Life.
Competent Guide
A group of motorists from Washing.
con got lost in Druid Hill park in Bal-
timore. They were trying to make the
Pimlico racetrack, which is situated
just on the edge of the Maryland me-
tropolis. So they hafled a policeman.
“Can you tell us how to get to the
acetrack?”
The officer was deliberate in his re
oly.
“Do you see that gent on the cor
aer,” he asked, “the one with the
seedy suit, the form sheet sticking out
of his pocket, and his shoes run down
at the heel?”
“Yes, we see him.”
“Follow him.”—Louisville Courier
Journal.
Ingenious Diving Suit
Improvising a diving apparatus from
an old household hot-water tank,
fifteen years of rubber tubing, 8,length
of heavy chain and a discarded beer
pump, Walter Merwin of Perth “*Am-
boy, N. J, has become a successful
commercial diver, according to Popu-
ular Science Monthly.
Merwin is the submarine member ot
a firm that salvages metal junk from
vessels about to be scrapped. He as-
serts he can make deep dives with his
homemade suit, and that the outfit is
perfectly safe.
She Had Heard Comments
At a private entertainment a guest
had just risen from the piano.
“Would you like to be able to sing
and play as I do, dear?” she asked a
five-year-old miss.
“No, ma'am.”
“And why not?”
“’Cause,” explained the little girl,
“I wouldn't like to have people say
such horrid things about me.”
No Babies Wanted
The small girl met the doctor near
her home,
“You brought a little baby next
door, didn’t you?” she inquired.
“Yes,” he answered; “shall I bring
one to your house?”
“No, thanks,” came the prompt re
ply. “Why, we've scarcely time evea
to wash the dog.”
{Lyon & Co. Lyon & Co.
-August Sales-
Will mean greater reductions in every de-
partment.
An excellent opportunity to choose from
an entire Stock of Summer Materials.
Voilles, crepes, lawns, at ridiculously low
prices.
Children’s rompers, creepers, dresses and
boys’ suits—all sizes, specially priced at 98c¢
Our Self Reducing All Rubber Corset,
Price, $8.50.
Come expecting to find the most marvel-
ous values you have ever seen—you will not
be disappointed.
Lyon & Co. « Lyon & Co.
Come to the “Watchman” office for High Class Job work.
Prices Reduced
at, Yeagers
We have 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 $4.85
Yeager’s Shoe Store
THE SHOE STORE FOR THE POOR MAN
Bush Arcade Building 58-27 BELLEFONTE, PA.