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Bellefonte, Pa., January 2, 1925.
Woman Bemoans ~act
of Lack of Chivalry
Chivalry once flourished in this land
of ours, but, alas, now it is as dead as
an Egyptian mummy. It is a lost art
~—80 lost, indeed, that were a man to
be observed practicing its rites in this
age his friends would tap their fore-
heads significantly and sadly remark
that “poor John is evidently not quite
18 he should be.”
"See the crowd dashing after the
early morning trains and cars, en-
Joins a woman writer in London An-
swers. Do the present-day men stand
on one side and help the women on?
Oh, dear no! The scene is more like
a football match or a free fight, from
which the distressed damsel emerges
with her hat over one eye, half her
hairpins lost and a couple of ribs bro}
en in her umbrella.
The modern “lord of creation” dif-
fers considerably from the knights of
old.
On arriving at the office, when his
typist apologizes for being five min-
utes late owing to some calamity in
the house circle, does he sweetly say"
“Oh, don’t mention it!”
No, he snaps out, “There's no ex-
cuse for you, Miss Smith, you're not a
victim of the morning after the night
Yefore.”
He reaches home in the evening and
when his wife desires to unburden her-
self on the subject nf her household
worries he insists on taking the floor
and holding forth on the lack of ap-
preclation of his great business abil-
{ties shown by the managing director.
When the baby cries in the small
cold hours of the morning, does he
hop out of bed and gently soothe him
back to slumber again? Oh, no! He
sleepily grunts “What's a woman good
for if she can’t keep one small kis
quiet ?”
As a lover, tou, the modern young
man is sadly lacking. His ancestor of
a few generations ago would have
fought a duel to death to win a smile
from his adored one; but the suitor of
today becomes a sulky bear if his
lady-love keeps him waiting for five
minutes, although he knows only too
well gold medals have never been
awarded to the fair sex for punctu-
ality.
No: the age of chivalry is dead; but
we Twentieth century women have
slaughtered it ourselves, so its no use
grousing. Through reaching out for
votes and equal rights with men we
have toppled off those pedestals on
which we used to be enthroned.
No longer can we shroud ourselves
in a veil of romance and mystery—
we've torn it to bits on the golf course
and the football field.
Yet sometimes—bend your head ana
let one modern woman whisper a se-
cret—I'd like to creep back to my de-
serted pedestal.
Willing to Oblige
One of the best stories of mistress
and maid is reputed to come from Miss
Margaret Bondfield, the prominent
labor member of the British parlia-
ment. A new maid, raw and fresh
from a country village, caused her
mistress much worry because she did
not know how to answer when spoken
to, and never addressed people in the
right way. At last, having endured
the girl’s awkwardness as long as pos-
sible, the mistress said to her one
day: “Oh, Mary, I do wish you would
call me ‘mum.’”
Mary looked astonished. For a long
time she turned the request over In
her slow-working mind; then at length
she spoke: “I couldn't do that,” she
sald, “I really couldn't,”
“Why not?” asked her mistress pa-
tiently. “Why can’t you call me
“mum’?”’
: “Well, you see,” hesitated Mary,
“that’s what I call my mother. But"—
with a sudden flash of joy—“I'll call
you ‘auntie’ if you lke.”
Ponce de Leon’s Search
The story of Ponce de Leon, the
Spanish explorer, who came to Flor-
ida 400 years ago and roamed the
new continent in ‘search of the
“Fountain ‘of Youth,” and finally per-
ished in the wilderness, is familiar
to every high scheol student.
Now comes Col. L. M. Maus of the
Onited States medical corps, who in
an address declared that the place
for which De Leon was searching was
the Hot Springs of Arkansas, That
it was tales of the “healing waters”
of these springs brought to the sea-
coast by adventuring explorers of
which history has mo record, which
came to the ears of the Spanish ex-
plorer and sent him into the interior
in search for the “Fountain.” De
Leon's expedition, according to Colonel
Maus, was not so. fantastic as the
‘school books make it appear.
Life Devoted to Chess
fKomance centered round the life op
iJohn Henry Blackburne, the noted
chess player, who died recently ‘in
England at the age eof eighty-two. In
his youth he was employed in a hosiery
store, but was discharged because hq
overstayed his leave while chess play-
ing in London. He then devoted him:
‘self to his faverite game, and when
he toured the country his brilliance
soon found reward, for he was hailed
as a chess genius While in his prime
Blackburne met all wizards of the
board. © Two years ago, when eighty
years old, he played 20 gamas simul.
‘taneously in London, winning nine,
drawing ten, and being beaten In ong
‘Dy a woman,
| DECLARED MOSQUITO
THEIR WORST ENEMY
Report of Lewis and Clark
Astonished President.
President Jefferson was astonished
at the report made to him by Cap
tains Lewis and Clark.
He had sent them 120 years ago
to lead an exploring party up the Mis-
souri river and across the Rocky
mountains to the Pacific.
What amazed the President was the
thing which they reported as the most
formidable foe met in that thrilling
survey, says Girard in the Philadel
phia Inquirer.
Lewis and Clark with their wild
west hunters and guides traversed a
thousand miles where no whites had
gone before. They met hostile Sioux,
swarms of deadly rattlesnakes and
were the first white men to meet
grizzly bears, which the Indians
feared very much.
The explorers also faced hunger,
steep and high mountains, treacherous
river rapids, extreme cold—and Stef-
anson says Montana is colder than the
North pole.
But almost the smallest thing these
adventurous men encounterea was the
worst—the mosquito. This tiniest foe
was hardest to combat and gave
trouble more dreaded than Indians,
tattlers and grizzlies.
Our city sportsmen invade the Cana-
dian north woods every summer.
Wolves live there, but nobody fears
them. But no fisherman returns with-
out a tale of hardship Imposed by
myriads of little flies.
Home from hig long wandering
through Africa, Colonel Roosevelt, as
David Livingstone and Henry M.
Stanley had found out before, said the
deadliest enemy of man was not the
lion, not the fierce rhino, not the wild
elephant, not the gorilla, but the
tsetse fly.
Rarely have lions in Africa made a
silage move. An army of ants will
often do it. We are reminded of these
great dangers in small packages when
we read Doctor Krusen's vacation
warnings.
What does he designate as the deaa
tlest thing you will meet? Not a loco-
motive, although grade crossings are
bad enough. Not autos, because they
are thicker in town than in the
country. :
Not rattlesnakes, even if our Pent
Jylvania mountains secrete thousands
of them. Upon what, then, does Doc-
tor Krusen hoist the red signal?
A bite so small that 3,000 of then.
could nestle on the head of a pin. The
unseen and unseeable typhoid “bug”
which thrives even in apparently the
clearest waters, is the enemy you
mst avoid on a vacation,
Every autumn sees a mild increase
in typhoid cases in big cities. Filtered
water has practically banished the dis-
ease from Philadelphia.
But “vacation typhoid” has become
a definite afilletion. It comes from
two causes: Drinking unfiltered and
impregnated water, and as often from
swimming in creeks and rivers.
Yes, the “old swimming hole” hax
become responsible every summer for
hundreds of cases of typhoid. The lad
who joyfully plunges In doesn't dream
he faces more danger than if he had
actually invaded a camp of Indians de-
pleted in his favorite thriller.
Altogether Unflattering
Representative Royal Johnson ot
South Dakota sald In the course of a
witty speech at a Washington ban-
quet.
“In the Black hills of South Da
kota there is a mine with a peculiar
name—a name that has a beautiful
story attached to it.
“A prospector and his wife were
strolling in the hills one day when
the woman tripped over a stone. The
‘stone, dislodged by her dainty foot,
rolled forward five or six yards. When
it stopped the prospector noticed a
little thread of yellow running across
it. It was gold. A gold mine had
been discovered.
“When it came to the naming of the
new gold mine, the prospector’s wife
said:
*:Will you name it after me?
‘Yes,’ sald the prospector, ‘I wil
name it in your honor, my love.
“And from that day to this, gen-
tlemen, one of the richest gold mines
in the West has been known as “The
Terror.’ ”
Powerful Boilers
Boilers built as strong as cannon
and capable of holding a working
steam pressure of 1,200 pours to the
square inch—about five times as much
as that used in an ordinary locomotive
and three times the amount employed
in the average commerciil power sta-
tion—are being Installed for an east
ern company. The boiler drum is 34
feet long, and the walls, of solid steel,
are four inches thick. Smokestacks
for the plant will be higher than the
Bunker Hill monument, and their in.
terior diameter large enough to per
mit a street car being lowered from
‘the top to the bottom without touch
ing the ' sides.—Popular Mechanics
Magazine,
New View Point
John Dos Passos, the youthful nove)
st, said at a Greenwich Village dance:
e old were to blame for the war
nd they are to blame for all our post.
war mess.
“Respect for old age Is silly. unies,
kt is the ald are of a enod and wie
person. - Old uge in itself is not a
‘thing to be respected. Why, is there
man or woman alive so foolish as
respect old age in an egg?'—Ex
nye,
‘| that was displayed. when I tell you
‘Bank robbers as a rule, are cowards
WOMAN'S COURAGE
FOILS BANDITS
8rapples With Armed Robbers
Who Attempt to Hold Up
Her Bank.
UNARMED, WINS LONG FIGHT
One Bandit Killed and Othet
Wounded When Men Come to
Rescue—Story Told at Na-
tional Meeting of Bankers.
When the wave of crime against
banks, which has reached unprec- '
edented proportions, was under dis-
cussion at the recent meeting of the
American Bankers Association at Chi-
cago, and defense measures were up
for consideration, the bankers were
told how one resolute woman defend- |
ed herself against two armed despera- |
does in her little Western bank. The |
woman was Mrs. Mary Garlinghouse, |
cashier of the State Bank of Vera, |
Oklahoma, which she conducts single-
handed. Her own story, as she told it
in a report to the protective authors |
ties of the Association, follows: i
“While 1 was posting my ledger, |
with my back to the door, I heard a °
commotion. When 1 turned around
there were two men back of the coun-
ter, with handkerchiefs over their
faces. The larger made a jump for
my gun, before I realized what was
happening. The robbers each had a
gun pointed at me, and one said, ‘Lay
down or 1 will shoot you!" I said, ‘I
will not lay down and you will not
shoot me." This conversation was re-
peated several times. I told them to
cut out thelr foolishness.
‘A man who was in the corridor
when the bandits came laid down on
the floor, face down. 1 tried to argue
with the robbers and they began to
get rough, but something within me
seemed to realize that they were get-
ting confused. 1 kept thinking that
some one would come in or see us.
“The larger man got busy with the
money, while the smaller one took
care of me. He jerked me to my
knees and hit me over the head. This
jolted my glasses and I lifted my hand,
waving it in front of his face and
telling him to wait a minute. 1 took
my glasses off and put them on the
table. Lifting my hand caused this
man to look up and he saw we were
observed from across the street. Then
he saw Constable Mosby, with his
gun, and said to the man who was
gathering the money, ‘Don, we are
seen, we must make our getaway!’
He then grabbed me rather roughly
and said: ‘Come on here! You are
coming along!"
Struggles With Robber
“Here is where our struggle began.
All the time we fought over his gun.
I did not try to take it away from
him. but kept moving it from one side
to the other, and of course he was
determined to point it straight at me.
I told him, ‘1 will not go and I am nof
afraid of you. You will not shoot me!’
“We fought to the back door of the
bank. When we got there, he raised
his arm to fire at Mosby. 1 grabbed
him around the neck, and he fired be-
fore 1 could get his hand. 1 am posi-
tive that this man was never hugged
so tightly. nor ever will be, as I hug:
ged him, realizing that I must fight
for my life. The man tried his level
best to kill me. What the other man
was doing 1 do not know. My man
was trying to pull me out the back
door to their car, which was still run-
ning, 1 was determined he should not.
“R. C. Lapsley, the mayor. or Ed.
Mosby shot the man in the arm. There
was a jerk and out the door we went.
Things were coming my way now. 1
pulled the robber into the weeds, half
on his back and half on his left side.
“The robber finally said, ‘1 will give’
up’ 1 said, ‘Give me your gun.’ He
answered, ‘T will not; 1 know you will
shoot me.’ So the struggle kept on.
We got back on our feet. I meant to
have his gun and would fight him until
I got it. We fought through the back
room behind the counter. He begged
me not to take him. and 1 asked him
again for his gun and he said, ‘No, 1
know yon will shoot me.’ We strug-
gled through the front door and then
Constable Mosby said. ‘Drop your gun
or 1 will shoot you." The bandit gave
up and the men took charge of him.
One Bandit Killed
*] wondered about the other bandit
and started to look for him and found
him in the closet in the back of the
bank dying. R. C. Lapsley told me
afferwards that when the bandit and
I lurched through the back door the
larger man, with his gun in his right
hand and the sack of money in his
left, stepped up to the door. They
both fired at once. The robber drop-
ped his gun and the money, but they
could not see what became of him.
“If all towns had as brave men as
we have here, bank robbing would be
a thing of the past. You can under:
stand the remarkable marksmanship
1
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that fo our struggle at the back of
the bank the men took several shots
at the robber, but were very careful
not to hit me. The robber got a shot
fn his right arm and a glancing shot
in his left.” ‘
“All during the shooting and fight
ing. 1 fet confident ! would get ‘the
hest of mv man [| felt that the man |
WOulG tot soot me, atta ike all West-
ern women did not lose my nerve.
and if one shows that he is not afraid
of them they will lose their ro*va.”
Arnold’s Wife Shared
in Husband’s Disgrace
April 8, 1779, Gen. Benedict Arnold
and Margaret, better known as Peggy
Shippen, were married in Philadelphia.
The marriage was the culmination of
a wartime romance. The groom, then
a trusted subordinate of General Wash-
ington, was later to become the most
excoriated man in American history.
Most every one has heard of Arnold's
unspeakable treason, and even of his
love affair with the charming Peggy.
It was certain that his wife was in
absolute ignorance of Arnold's sad ad-
venture. Indeed, as soon as the traitor
was sure of his own safety he wrote
to General Washington asserting his
wife’s innocence, and saying: “I beg
she may be permitted to return to her
friends in Philadelphia, or come to me,
as she may choose.” Washington, who
was a just man, believed in her inno-
cence. He offered to send her with
an escort to Philadelphia, or to put
her under a flag of truce on the king's
ship, Vulture. She chose the former
and arrived in Philadelphia about Octo-
ber 1, 1780, says the Detroit News.
But she had not been there a month
when the council adopted a resolution
ordering her to leave the city and not
to return during the war. Five years
later she came home again, but was
treated with so much coldness and neg-
lect, even by those who had encour-
aged her marriage, that she left again,
never to return. She remained with
Arnold during the remainder of his
broken and disgraced life. He died in
London, an embittered and sad man,
without a country.
Had Geologists Puzzlea
Fossils of prehistoric inima.
which lived during the grear Ico
age are found in certain layers o!
blue clay In Tennessee. Man, it has
been asserted, arrived om the s-en:
thousands of years after these blue
clay deposits were made. Recently,
however, geologists working near tl:
site of an old Indian earthwork found
some of the same sort of blue clay.
Underneath this clay were human
bones. The discovery was exciting—
the geological evidence seemed to
place the first Tennesseaus back witn
Ice age fossils. Then some kill-jey
in the party discovered that the In-
dians had evidently transported this
clay from some distance and packed
it down into flat layers resembling
geological strata.
Why Don’t They!
She is a business woman of Indi-
anapolls and In the spinster class, too.
And she resents the pitying way peo-
vle have of saying “old maid” when
they speak of some one in her class
The other evening the man before
ner was introduced as “the town's
most popular bachelor.”
Then she arose. “I'm not married
either,” she sald, “but when you speak
of me as an old maid I want you to
give it the same spicy twist as you do
‘bachelor’ when you speak of that un-
married man.”
Others Had Wondered
Little Margie was unusually silent,
der mind deep in the realms of fancy.
Finally she turned to her mother, who
was seated on the sofa with a rather
aad expression on her face, and
egked: “Say, mother, how did you
come to marry papa?’
Margie’s mother looked at her daugh
tar with a wistful smile and replied,
~My dear child, is that beginning to
astonish you. too?’
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year we wish to express our
appreciation for your very
liberal patronage during the year
just closed. All things worked out
to our mutual welfare, and it will be
our aim during the coming year to
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