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Bellefonte, Pa. February 27, 1925.
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THE BEND IN THE ROAD.
By Bertha Gerneaux Woods.
“Wait till the bemd iin the road, my dear,”
Grandmother’d say, and our eyes would
peer
Down the read with its saffron dust
Stretching robimn-Tke. Fair things must
Be waiting us well we know:
Maybe a glad little brook, a view
Of jewel weeds or a thatch of fern,
Something sweet when we made the turn!
Grandmother's long since taken her way
Up to the region of fadeless day,
Yet even now when my heart grows sad,
And spring itself cannot make me glad,
Her voice cemes back with its old time
cheer:
“Wait till the bend in the road, my dear!”
And so I de. And the wayside dust
Seems less blighting; some dear
must
Be awaiting me joy to lend
Just as soon as T make the bend!
thing
IN THE ROOT CELLAR.
For the first few years after home-
steading on the Marias river, the
Blair boys, Fred and John, raised a
few stock and just enough grain for
feed while waiting for the railroad to
build near enough to make grain
farming profitable.
Among other crops they planted
the second year five acres of mangel-
wurzels, or stock beets. The fresh
soil produced so bountifully that the
young ranchmen found themselves,
early in the fall, with a erop of a hun-
dred tons or more of the roots to har-
vest and store for winter.
On the south side of a little hill
near their corral, they eonstructed of
sod and cotton-weod poles, a long pit
or root cellar, and in it stored most of
the roots
came on.
The cellar was sixteen feet wide,
eight feet from roof to floor, and
nearly forty feet long. Part of the
south wall was built of sod, while the
north side was dug into the hillside.
There was a big storm door at the
east end, and at the foot of the steps
was another opening inward. The
roof was of poles and sod with a
small ventilator at one end.
To save labor, the boys filled the
cellar by driving the loaded wagons to
the upper side, and after removing the
end gate, dumping the mangles
through an opening in the roof on
that side.
There were three of these openings
in the roof, and when the cellar was
filled they were covered temporarily
with slabs and rough boards, remain-
ing so for six weeks. In fact, there
was a heavy fall of snow before either
of the boys were reminded of the con-
dition in which they had left the open-
ings in the cellar roof.
Tramping out that way the next
morning, Fred noted a deep depres-
sion in the snow near the back end of
the cellar roof; and after scraping
away the eight or ten inches of snow,
he found that the boards which had
covered one of the openings in the
Yoo had fallen in or had been pushed
aside.
The beets, which had reached al-
most to the roof here, had been push-
ed away as by the foot of a horse or
cow. Presumably one of the farm an-
imals had stepped through, and in
scrambling around to get out had
kicked the boards away. The snow
covered any tracks that may have
been made.
Only a few of the beets had been
frozen, but Fred went to work at once
and repaired the damage. He put suf-
ficient hay and earth at the three
places to protect the contents of the
cellar against frost.
There were heavy snows that win-
ter, and once the sheep had to miss a
feed of sliced roots while the young
settlers were shoveling a path to the
cellar door. ;
Early in March a stiff Chinook
wind took away most of the snow.
One bright afternoon when the snow
had melted in patches, John took the
team and wagon up the river three
miles to a grove of cottonwood for a
load of wood. He left his younger
brother to get out feed for the sheep
and cattle alone.
More than two-thirds of the man-
gels had been fed, leaving the front
part of the cellar empty. With two
boards for a solid track, Fred was
wheeling the roots from the back end,
dumping them near the door where
they were to be sliced.
He had moved half a dozen barrow
loads when he suddenly became aware
of a scraping noise as of the stirring
about of some animal, and a moment
later he heard a wheezing cough. The
sound seemed to come from a rear
corner of the cellar. The light from
the open door was too dim to show
anything distinctly in the far end.
Thinking possibly a badger had
worked through into the cellar, for he
could conceive of no larger animal
getting in when the doors had been
closed all winter, Fred slipped out to
go for a gun and lantern. He care-
fully closed and fastened the doors.
His brother had taken the larger
gun; but Fred found the .22 caliber
repeating rifle, which was large
"enough for any small game. He has-
tily pushed four cartridges into the
magazine, and taking the lantern
from a nail by the door, he returned
to the cellar at a run.
Inside again, he closed the door se-
curely. It was dark as a pocket, and
he hastened to light the lantern.
With the light in one hand and the
gun in the other, he scrambled up the
incline to the top of the pile of beets.
Pieces of sod lay on the roots here,
and Fred recognized the place where
he had stopped the hole in the roof
the day after the snow.
The roots had been pushed back to
the rear wall when dumped in, but
they rolled down gradually, leaving
considerable space between the top of
the beets and the roof.
After he had set the lantern on a
little mound of roots, Fred picked up
a beet and hurled it into the dark cor-
ner which the rays from the lantern
lighted but dimly. He waited a mo-
before freezing weather |!
ment, and thought he detected a move-
ment over against the wall.
He pushed the light gun over the
apex of the pile of beets. Lying flat,
with the light shining over his shoul-
der, he drew a bead on the furry out-
line in the corner and fired.
Instantly the furry object—a huge
paw—came up into the glare of light,
and the gleom in the corner suddenly
became animated. :
There was a whining grunt, and be-
fore the man could shift his position,
he was confronted by the great domed
head of a grizzly bear, the glowing
eyes and gleaming teeth scarcely three
vards away.
Fred involuntarily drew back. In
hdste he overturned the lantern which
rolled down right in front of the bear,
turned bottom side up and went out.
Instantly it was dark as pitch. The
boy, as he felt his way down to the
solid door, could hear the roots rolling
about, and a heavy body scrambling
after him.
When his feet touched the solid
ground, he turned and ran toward the
door. He forgot about the center post
—there were six of them—and ran
plump into one.
The collision almost knocked the
breath out of him, and he stood for a
moment groping about. In the dark-
ness and confusion he had lost all
sense of direction. :
Behind him, then, he heard the big
beast roll down the bank of roots, and
presently the pad-pad of jarring feet.
He stood perfectly still, hugging the
post, while the bear passed a few feet
away, sniffing along the sod wall.
His eyes were now becoming accus-
tomed to the darkness, and presently
Fred could see a faint streak of light
which he knew must be at the door,
though it was not in the direction he
thought the door should be.
By this time the bear was almost
between the boy and the door. Guid-
ed by a keener sense, the animal had
doubtless detected the light. He snif-
fed at the tiny crack and scratched at
the boards with his claws.
The next moment Fred heard a
crash and a rolling about as the bear
upset the “cutting-box” near the door.
With a disgusted grunt, the beast
started back toward the rear of the
cellar, this time keping near the wall.
Coming opposite the post where
Fred stood, tensely quiet, the bear
caught the scent of man and swung
his head around. Fred felt the breath
in his face, and knew that the animal
had reared, standing not more than a
yard from him.
In a personal encounter in the dark,
the beast would have all the advan-
tage. Smarting from the tiny wound
in its leg, and angered at its rude
awakening, the bear would likely
Dropping the useless gun, Fred
dodged about so as to miss the two
remaining posts and ran toward the
dim light that marked the door. He
covered the half dozen yards in three
or four jumps.
At the door he ran his hand along
the crack until it touched the latch.
With one movement he unfastened the
door and pulled it toward him. It
opened a bare two inches and stopped,
blocked by the over-turned root-cut-
ter and a hundred pounds of beets that
were in the hopper of the machine.
There was not time to move the ob-
struction, for already Fred could hear
the thud of big feet near at hand.
Following the example of his ad-
versary, he shrank back against the
wall and retreated on hands and knees
along the south side.
The beast paused for a moment to
i sniff at the narrow crack, then swung
his head around in the direction of the
qu . And at that instant Fred
, felt that the shrewd animal could
i scent him out as unerringly as he
, could sight a badger in broad daylight.
| Barely six feet separated the two.
' Seeing that he could no longer hope
. to elude his pursuer by keeping quiet,
; Fred sprang to his feet and ran along
the wall toward the rear of the cellar.
He stumbled over an uneven place and
fell sprawling.
A snarling whoof! warned him that
the bear was almost upon him. With
| a quick twist of his body Fred rolled
' over twice, which carried him away
| from the wall and out of the path of
the beast.
| With a cat-like spring he was on his
feet again, and with outstretched
hands groping for the center post
i which he knew must be within a few
steps. He touched one with his left
hand and swung around to the other
side.
Here the boy’s previous experience
with the post gave him an advantage
over the beast. Shifting to one side,
Fred judged the post to be between
him and the approaching bear. He
made a noise to attract the animal’s
attention.
Taking advantage of the short res-
pite gained by his ruse, Fred backed
off ‘until he could feel the scattered
roof underfoot. Then on hands and
knees he went up the sloping pile till
he could touch the roof, and crawled
back against the north wall where
there was barely room for him to
squirm between the top of the beets
and the roof.
He could hear the big back scrape
against the roof poles, as the bear
crawled up over the beets near the
south side where there was more
room.
Then the sniffing and clawing of
the great beast as it tore away at the
roots in an effort to get at its victim
chilled the heart of the luckless boy.
It was vastly more terrifying than a
daylight encounter.
How he longed for a light—torch,
bonfire—anything.
As if in answer to his wish, as Fred
crowded closer to the wall, his hand
touched something that warmed him
with a thrill of hope. It was a wisp
of salt grass hay. -
Turning on one side, he thrust his
hand into a pocket for a match. As
he did so, he felt the roots beneath
him begin to roll. The bear had un-
dermined them with a few strokes of
the huge paws!
Before he could get his hand free
and catch anything Fred slipped and
rolled half a yard. The next instant
he felt something sharp as a knife rip
through his coat sleeve tearing the
flesh of his arm.
By a superhuman effort he wrench-
ed his arm free; and smothering a cry
of pain he propelled his body back-
| prove an ugly opponent.
wards with elbows and knees till he
was beyond reach of the wicked claws
for a time at least.
A few sweeps of the great forearms
and the remainder of the little ridge
of beets where Fred lay would topple
down.
Blood was oozing from the scratch
on his arm, and the sleeve hung in tat-
ters. Turning on his back, he reached
the other hand into his pocket for a
match.
With the long twist of dry grass in
his trembling hand, he drew the
match across his thigh, and touched
the tiny flame to the fuel.
There was a sudden flare, which
threw a weird light over the interior
of the root cellar. The big beast,
thoroughly abashed, sat back in his
haunches with a shock.
Swinging the torch, scattering
sparks as he went, Fred slid down
again to the floor, and started for the
door. He knew the bear would come
at him again as soon as the light fail-
ed. Before he reached the door the
flimsy torch was two-thirds gone.
He glanced frantically about him
for more dry material, but not so
much as a straw did he see. Unless
he could at once find something that
would burn quickly, they would be in
darkness again in a few seconds.
The sight of his tattered coat sleeve
gave him an idea. He laid the stub of
burning hay on the floor, jerked the
coat from his back. With a deft turn
he had it in a long roll, with the torn
lining held above the fast receding
flame. ;
Fred heard the bear rumbling to-
ward him again. It seemed that the
cloth would never catch from the
flickering blaze on the floor. He had
no hope of again escaping the beast in
the dark. All seemed lost as the slow-
ly approaching giant loomed in the
fading light.
Then the tide turned again. A tiny
flame grew suddenly into a glare as
the ragged coat caught fire. Whirling
it around his head, the hopeful boy
fanned it into a galaxy of sparks and
flame, which effectually discouraged
his enemy.
A few backward steps and Fred
reached the door. Aided by the light,
he had little difficulty in swinging the
root-cutter away and opening the
door, though he did it all with one
hand, holding the burning garment in
the other.
John had just driven up with a load
of wood, when his brother, hatless,
coatless and excited emerged from the
cellar.
The two of them uncovered a space
jn the roof and shot the bear in the
ead.
Real Estate Transfers.
Lewis Stine, et al, to Adolph Roty,
tract in Philipsburg; $7,500.
Harriet E. Hartsock to J. R. Zeek,
tract in Patton Twp.; $600.
May Gramley, executrix, to P. J.
Meyer, tract in Gregg Twp.; $2200.
P. J. Meyer, et al, to May Gramley,
tract in Gregg Twp.; $2200.
Stewart H. Wolfe to Thomas B.
Everett, tract in Miles Twp.; $2,025.
H. B.Allen to O. P. McCord, et_ al,
tract in Rush Twp.; $1. 2
Andy Horvath, et al, to John Bo-
denshok, tract in Snow Shoe town-
ship; $1,290.
Lewis E. Bolopue, et ux, to A. N.
Lucas, tract in Liberty township;
$1,200.
Bellefonte Cemetery Association to
Mrs. Henry C. Quigley, tract in Belle-
fonte; $75.
Edward W. Kane to Mary J. Kane,
tract in Spring township; et al, $1.
James R. Holloway, et ux, to trus-
tees of St. Peter’s Reformed church,
tract in Haines township; $450.
J. A. O'Neil, et ux, to Lloyd L.
Houtz, tract in College township;
$1,200.
Rebecca P. Lyon to Charles F. Har-
Hison, et ux, tract in Bellefonte; $10,-
G. E. Miller, et ux, to F. Q Hart-
man, tract in Millheim; $100.
W. J. McMullen, et al, to F. Q.
Hartman, Inc., tract in Millheim; $1.
Winburne Fire Brick Company to
Highland Clay Products Co., tract in
Rush township; $1.
William Robison to Budd Robison,
tract in Worth township; $500.
William B. Ripka, Admr., to J. K.
Confer, tract in Gregg township; $3,-
Gertrude Beightol, et bar, to Bea-
trice Richard, et al, tract in Rush
township; $3.
Helena B. Brown, et al, to W. W.
Bicket, tract in Bellefonte; $9,000.
John L. Zimmerman to Robert S.
Zimmerman, tract in Walker town-
ship; $2,000.
Philipsburg Gains Coal and Land
Co., to William M. Reese, tract in
Rush township; $100.
R. B. Bigelow, et ux, to Charles C.
Bigelow, tract in Philipsburg; $1,000.
Anna Tyson, et bar, to Alice Naomi
Poorman, tract in Ferguson township;
$600.
Journalism at Penn State.
So much interest has been display-
ed in journalism by students at The
Pennsylvania State College that ad-
ditional courses have been added,
making it possible for a student to
“major” or specialize in the profes-
sion. A record enrollment of 120
started in the beginner’s or elementa-
ry course with the opening of the sec-
ond semester last week. This is a 25
per cent. increase over last year’s en-
rollment in the same course.
The community newspaper is the
subject of one of four new courses of-
fered by the department of English in
the school of liberal arts, which su-
pervises journalistic instruction. Oth-
er courses are newspaper reporting
and correspondence, the special fea-
ture article, the development of the
newspaper, editorial writing and poli-
cy and the ethics of journalism.
Professors W. F. Gibbons and H. G.
Baker, teachers and former newspa-
permen, have Sparse of all instruction
in journalism. any Penn State
uates have entered the profession
in recent years, particularly in the
trade journal field,
Early Advertising as
Practiced in Old Rome
The restored ruins of Pompeii still
show wall inscriptions and regular
election campaign posters which often
are signed by women. The same ruins
tell us also about business advertising
in ancient Rome. The show windows
of Rome during the oldest time cannot
be compared with their parallel in
our modern trade world For a long
time it was impossible te buy the nec-
essary glass, which was tremendously
expensive. Besides, the window glass
was milky and dim and often irides-
cent, at any rate not sufficiently clear
and transparent, writes H. Doelling
in Frankfurter Zeitung as translated
for the Milwaukee Journal.
The Roman retailers therefore were
content to exhibit their goods In an
open stall in front of their homes;
the shop itself was built into the home
and served merely as a storeroom. The
only means of advertising was the
voice; he who barked loudest got the
most customers!
Only after trade received a new
stimulus by the conquests in the Ori-
ent and Occident did the Romans be-
gin to adopt the business tricks of
their tributaries, the Ponters and Asi-
atic Greeks. They Installed regular
show windows in thelr shops. Their
goods were safe from theft behind
bronze grates and were provided with
price tags and annotations. The mer-
chants indicated on their shop doors
the goods they furnished and their
wn names.
Sees Resin as Basis
of Diamond Formation
Similarity between the X-ray pic-
tures of the lattice structure of dia-
mond crystals and of decaterpene, a
resinous substance, is the basis for the
claim advanced by Herr Decker, a
Jena chemist, that diamonds originated
from this material under enormous
pressure and possibly heat, during
long periods of time, according to the
Berlin correspondent of Industrial and
Engineering Chemistry.
Diamonds have long been known to
be pure carbon In crystalline form, but
what the original carbonaceous mate-
rial was out of which they developed
has been a subject of dispute. Resins
contain hydrogen as well as carbon,
and the theory of the German scientist
assumes that, under the conditions of
diamond formation, the hydrogen was
literally slowly squeezed out of the
raw material until at last nothing but
pure crystalline carbon was left.
Father of Mail Service
sail coaches were introduced into
ngland in the year 1784 by one John
Palmer of Bath. This worthy gentle-
man suffered much inconvenience from
the mail leaving London on Monday
and not reaching Bath until Wednes-
day. He traveled the country advo-
cating reform, and was set down as a
bore. But the system of flying mails
-he was able to inaugurate lasted until
the days of railways. Still, it was not
much better than the system of the
Roman mails, as established in the
Third century, by which it seems pos-
sible that letters might have reached
Rome. from England in three or four
days If relays of galloping chariots
rould cover a thousand miles at 14
miles an hour,
Way to Judge Age
A moving picture mun delights to
tell of a proposal that happened while
he was directing one of his latest plec-
tures. It seems that a young writer
aad laid his heart at the feet of the
leading woman and had been coldly
turned down.
“Perhaps it’s best, after all,” he re-
marked, acidly. “After all, a man of
:wenty-five would soon tire of a woman
who hovers around thirty-two.”
“But I'm not that old,” gasped the
woman, “Whatever led you to believe
that I'm thirty-two?”
“Well, perhaps you're not,” admitted
«ne young man, “but it certainly
struck me that you must be somewhere
near the freezing point.””—Los Angeles
Times.
Drilling Holes in Glass
Drilling holes in glass is not so very
difficult. The old method utilized a
discarded triangular file, ground to a
sharp point and used in a brace with
a slight pressure. The point of con-
tact was moistened with turpentine,
The more recent way and one that is
quicker ‘Is to use a brass or copper
tube with thin walls instead of a file,
says Popular Sclence Monthly. The
tube Is placed in a brace and drilling
is accomplished with powdered carbo-
rundum as a cutting agent. A gulde
of wood keeps the tube properly cen-
tered.
Odd Headpiece
Che superb bird of paradise is one
of the most remarkable of all that
famous group, says Nature Magazine
of Washington, It is only nine inches
long, velvety black with purple and
green metallic ornaments, including a
large bright metallic green pectoral
shield and another large forked vel-
vety black erectile shield on the back
of the neck. It lives in New Guinea.
Couldn’t Be Fooled
Alex had donned his first pair «f
trousers, and his grandmother was pre-
tending she did not know him.
“It's Alex, grandmother,” he insisted
earnestly.
»Oh, no! It can’t be Alex because
Alex wears rompers.”
“But it is Alex, grandmother, be
cause 1 was there and saw mother px
they on me.”
PLEASANT GAP.
Ray S. Melroy and wife visited in
Altoona on Saturday.
Ira Viehdorfer, of Pine Glenn, was
seen on our streets last week.
William Hoover spent the week-end
visiting with relatives in Altoona.
Floyd McKee and Arthur Hines
were week-end visitors in Altoona.
Mrs. Robert Sterrett and baby Dor-
othy are visiting at the J. C. Mulfing-
er home.
Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Wolford and
two children, of Clarence, visited here
last week.
Harry Corl and wife, of Trafford
City, were here last week with grand-
mother Bilger.
Roscoe Treister visited over the
week-end with friends in McClure,
Snyder county.
Emeline Noll, of Philadelphia, spent
Sunday with her parents, Mr. and
Mrs. W. H. Noll Jr.
Samuel Cross spent Sunday at his
home, and before leaving said “you
know there are few places like home.”
Mr. Hoover's Sunday school class
will be entertained this (Friday) even-
ing, at the home of Mrs. Edgar Som-
mers.
Mr. and Mrs. John Herman and son,
of Philadelphia, were Gap visitors on
Sunday. John the 2nd is as frisky
and cheerful as a ward politician; a
genuine chip of the old block.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Bender, of
Lancaster, took in the 94th birthday
anniversary of the venerable Mrs.
Bilger, and had a most enjoyable time
among a host of old-time friends.
This is an unusually busy time
among the moving fraternity. Most
all are securing new locations. Sev-
eral of our families found homes in
Bellefonte and a few are moving into
country locations.
Mrs. Edna Storch and Martha Wi-
on, of Bellefonte, visited at the Ward
Showers home on Thursday. They
took observations over our village and
seemed delighted with their brief so-
journ here.
Our hustlers of the Methodist con-
gregation are to be congratulated, as
they expect to liquidate all claims of
their energetic minister, by Saturday
night, prior to his going to the annu-
al conference in the early part of
March. This is the proper thing to
gs, since “The laborer is worthy of his
ire.
Some of my self righteous prohi-
bition friends are wondering why I,
with one foot in the grave, still enjoy
an occasional nip. Everybody who
knows me knows that I have been, all
my life, an extremely temperate man.
You know, that according to the Di-
vine record, the Lord wasn’t: above
drinking a little wine, and neither am
I; and I believe at my age a little
stimulant is a great invigorator. I,
of course, take it for medical purpos-
es, and find it an excellent thing. The
prohibitionists have been forced to ad-
mit that whiskey has a certain medic-
inal value, since doctors prescribe it.
It is evident from the amount of
minor improvements going on that
our people anticipate having an early
spring; a number of pavements are
undergoing a general cleaning pro-
cess, adding materially to the general
appearance of our up-to-date town.
Let the good work go on without ces-
sation. Diseases are frequently en-
gendered or produced by a neglect of
proper cleanliness. The practice of
observing cleanliness is not only es-
sential to comfort and health, but will
be the means of saving us from many
a doctor’s bill, and will likewise so es-
tablish the constitution that we will
require but little medicine. If the peo-
ple mean what they say, we look for
vast improvements in the general ap-
pearance of the Gap in the early
spring.
It has been truly said: That “an
open confession is good for the soul.”
I am willing to admit, as I am grow-
ing older, from time to time, and not
to make it appear that I am measly
hide-bound or ungracious, I once in a
while accept a small nip from a friend,
who assures me that his horizontal re-
freshments are strictly pure and una-
dulterated, because he gets it from his
own bootlegger, who has a reputation
for dealing only in the pure article;
the kind, if judiciously used, will cause
hair to grow on your forearm. Now,
to be candid, I am gradually begin-
ning to agree with the rabid prohibi-
tionist! I am for strict law enforce-
ment, or a return to good liquor.
However, I fear by the time we return
to good liquor the secret of its suc-
cessful manufacture will have been
forgotten, and a thing of the past;
possibly will never again be resur-
rected.
What’s the matter with Pleasant
Gap? When our fish hatchery was es- |
tablished they named it the Bellefonte
Fish hatchery. The corporation is ad-
jacent to Pleasant Gap and should be
named the Pleasant Gap fish hatchery.
Why not call the Rockview peniten-
tiary the Bellefonte penitentiary?
And again, the government is about
to establish an extensive airplane
plant, and have it named the Zion air
plant when in fact, it is much closer
to Pleasant Gap than Zion. The Gap,
in population, more than doubles Zi-
on; why this uncalled for discrimin-
ation? They evidently have it in for
us, for unknown reasons. We have
one of the most prosperous villages in
the State. The judiciously managed
Whiterock quarries now give employ-
ment to nearly three hundred men
and all our men can get work right
here at home; our lumbering inter-
est will give employment to many for
some time to come, and we expect to
illuminate our entire town at an early
date, with up-to-date electric lights,
during the most if not all night. We
are still in the ring and on the map
as it were.
From time immemorial thin lips
and nostrils have been regarded as
signs of bravery and pluck. Such per-
‘sons do not grow sick at the sight of
a dead cat, or halt at the first little
obstacles that rises in their pathway.
Their lips remain stiff—that is, do not
tremble or turn pale. Was the suc-
cessful business man right in bidding
his son to keep a stiff upper lip? or
would it not have been the thing to
have said: “I perceive from the flex-
ibility of your upper lip that you eith-
SB ET By
er have not nerve enough to do the
business, or your nervous system is
out of fix. Rest yourself a few days,
eat sparingly of the plainest food, and
take a few nux pills. If your lips
stiffen up under the treatment you
may venture to go ahead, but if not
you may as well seek employment
where a flexible lip is no detriment.”
“Keep a stiff upper lip my boy, and
you'll get there,” said a successful
Allegheny business man to his son,
who was complaining of the tide set-
ting against him. It is an acknowl-
edged fact that a stiff upper lip is nec-
essary to succeed in any business
where effort is required.
It would not be a difficult matter to
fill a volume five times the size of
Webster’s Unabridged dictionary with
selections from the written and spok-
en thoughts of those who are gifted
with genius, and have given expres-
sions of sublime sentiments calculat-
ed to elevate and educate, stir the soul
to its inmost recesses, send the blood
throbbing and rushing through the
veins, kindle anew the fire of patriot-
ism in the breasts of young and old
alike, stimulate love of country, cheer
and comfort in time of trouble and al-
leviate sorrow. It is, we repeat an
easy task to perform. The great dif-
ficulty is to cull with judgment, dis-
cretion, discernment and discrimina-
tion such topics which are worthy of
consideration. Topics in keeping with
the death of the old century and the
birth of the new; the advent of the
new year, following the disappearance .
of its predecessor; selections relating
to the seasons, months, and holidays;
poetic and prose profusions that are
humorous, pathetic, patriotic, reli-
gious, sentimental, heroic, martial and
pastoral interspersed with the most
striking of Shakespeare wisdom, ax-
ioms, wit and advice. When you
write demonstrate for the benefit,
pleasure and delectation of all; write
as though you were talking and your
sentiments will be understood and ap-
preciated by all intelligent readers.
AARONSBURG.
Mrs A. J. Irey had as a guest, Sun-
day, Miss Lizzie Keen, of Millheim.
Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Crouse and J.
H. Crouse spent Friday of last week
in Sunbury.
Henry Mowery has gone to State
College, where he is the guest of his
youngest daughter, Mrs. Hoy.
Mr. and Mrs. Sumner C. Musser and
two children, of Coburn, were guests
Sunday, of Mr. Musser’s parents, Mr.
and Mrs. C. E Musser.
Mr. and Mrs. George Weaver had
as a guest one day during the past
week, Mrs. Weaver's sister, Mrs.
Thomas Meyer, of Coburn.
Mr. and Mrs. Breon and Mrs. J. G.
Eisenhauer spent Saturday afternoon
with Mrs. Breon’s brother-in-law,
Wallace Breon and family, near
Spring Mills.
Paul W. Krape, of Philadelphia,
spent the week-end with his parents,
Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Krape. Mr. Krape
is serving as a juror this week. In
his absence Harry Roush is assisting
in the work of the store
Mrs. William Nevel and a friend
motored down from Altoona, Monday.
They were here at this time to move
some of the personal property of Mrs.
Nevel’s mother. While in town they
were guests of Mrs. C. E, Musser.
Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Grove and
two bright little daughters motored
up from Mifflinburg and spent the
afternoon with Mrs. Grove’s mother,
Mrs. Eisenhauer. While in town they
attended church services in the Evan-
gelical church.
Mrs. William Guisewite, while in
the performance of her household du-
ties, had the misfortune to scald her
feet. One foot was badly burned.
She suffers great pain in the injured
members. Her friends trust she may
speedily recover her wonted health.
Rev. W. W. Moyer, of Boalsburg,
delivered a splendid and inspiring ser-
mon, Saturday evening, in the local
Reformed church, at which time a
vote was taken extending a call to
Rev. Gass, of Howard. Up to the
present the writer has not heard the
results.
Mr. and Mrs. Showers, of Lock Ha-
ven, came over Saturday morning, re-
maining until Sunday. They came to
visit Mrs. Showers’ parents, Mr. and
Mrs. George E. Stover, who have both
been ill, though at this writing they
are much improved and again are seen
about as usual.
CENTRE HALL.
Crowded out last week.
Boyd Magee, of Philadelphia, visit-
a at the home of Mrs. George Emer-
ick.
Miss Estella Hosterman and Robei-
= Smith visited in Coburn over Sun-
ay.
J. S. Boozer made a business trip
to. Harrisburg the beginning of the
week.
James Durst has been with his
daughter, Mrs. Harry Harper, for a
week or more.
James Smetzler went to the Centre
County hospital for an examination,
on Wednesday.
Mrs. E. L. Bartholomew and daugh-
ter, Mary Helen, of Altoona, were in
Centre Hall on Saturday and Sunday.
Mrs. H. W. Kreamer, who spent.
several weeks at the home of S. S.
Kreamer, in Lewistown, returned
home on Sunday.
James Smith, of Williamsport, vis-
ited his mother, Mrs. Margaret Smith,
who has been ill, but is considerably~
improved at this writing.
Mrs. W. Gross Mingle, of Philadel-
phia, spent a week with her father,
Capt. George M. Boal, at the home of
D. A. Boozer, leaving for home on
Wednesday. Another daughter, Mrs.
Park, who has been with her father
for several weeks, expects to remain
for a while longer.
Marriage Licenses.
Joseph E. Kachick, Clarence, andi
Elizabeth Debrosky, La Jose.
John Tourchick Jr., and Elizabeth
Staryack, Bridgeport, Pa.
Daniel E. Cardyko and Stella S.
Marks, Clarence.