First National Bank
Bellefonte, Pa.
Banks gather the scattered
money of a community and make it
available for use.
If each one of our depositors carried
his balance in his pocket it would be
of little use in any enterprises re-
quiring large capital.
Thus banks are an indispensible part
in the machinery of modern business.
A dollar alone is of small account.
Multiplied many times it becomes a
potent force.
First National Bank
0-46 Bellefonte, Pa.
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Bellefonte, Pa., March 6, 1925.
THURLOW WEED.
The Great Leader of the New York
Press.
By Levi A. Miller.
Thurlow Weed the eminent poli-
tician and statesman has won the con-
fidence and admiration of all parties,
literary, social and political, and he is
held in grateful esteem for the inval-
uable service he has rendered to man-
kind, to society and the nation. Polit-
ically speaking, he has decrowned and
decapitated more men than any Ro-
man Emperor ever did and it was in
comfortable places of profit and hon-
or. His frequent appearance on the
platform at public meetings, his fa-
miliar initials, T. W., in the columns
of the newspapers, his tall form tow-
ering above most other men in the
street, his plain and yet attractive and
intellectual face on change, at the
bank, and elsewhere, made him one of
the best known of men in the vast
hive of human industry and enterprise
in the city of New York.
How he was pursued by the inquis-
itive interviewers, who considered his
opinion authority on many of the
great questions of the day. How bril-
liant and pathetic his sketches of as-
sociates and acquaintances who have
dropped in the harncss in the work-
day and footworn path of human ac-
complishment.
How liberal his donations to var-
ious institutions and to the poor and
needy! In the meridian splendor of
his power as a politician—shall I not
say statesman? he manipulated wires
that touched town, county, State and
national affairs. He was, with rare
exceptions, the match of the strongest
and most skillful men who venture
to measure swords—or rather pens;
mightier than swords—with him in
the arena of discussion. His advice,
which was usually wise and discreet,
was sought by the servants of the
State. His support was considered
the equivalent of success, and his op-
position the shadow that goes before
defeat.
His marvelous influence was due,
not alone to his almost prophetic vis-
ion and foresight, but in part to his
apparent unselfishness and his gener-
ous magnanimity. His happy combi-
nation of tact and talent enabled him
to demolish in a paragraph a long ed-
itorial leader from the pen of the
gifted Croswell, his accomplished
Democratic opponent. The grape-shot
of the Journal killed more men than
the forty pounders of the Argus. A
broadside from Croswell’s mortar was
terrible; a discharge from Weed’s
mitrailleuse swept squares from the
front. When the Argus made the
most noise—in other words, the most
thunder—the Journal flashed out the
i most vivid and destructive lightning.
| Weed wrote leaders and paragraphs
| that throbbed in type. In the lan-
| guage of another, his sentences seem-
i ed so full of vitality that if you had
lanced them they would have bled.
{ These two distinguished editors
fought many paper battles; but they
remained personal friends, and were
{never so silly as to cut each other in
the street because they thrashed and
slashed each other in the newspapers.
| The only sticks they used in their war-
js were sticks of type.
Not so with Horace Greely. He
{had a grievance; he considered him-
i self badly treated by Mr. Weed and
! by Mr. Seward, his political twin and
| partner; and the wound was deep,
| sore, and incurable. Friends endeav-
| ored in vain to bring about a recon-
i ciliation. Even the sun has spots, and
i Mr. Weed’s neglect of Horace Greely
seems to have been indefensible.
When the great editor and founder
of the Tribune needed assistance and
| Mr. Weed could have given it without
| cost to himself, he did not help his
gifted co-laborer and brother of the
pen!
| There may be another side to. this
i question, but the writer has never
heard of it. There were undoubtedly
other causes of estrangement arising
| out of differences of opinion in rela-
‘tion to public measures and public
men. Greely was eloquently in earn-
‘est, outspoken and too lofty of pur-
, pose to stoop to the tricks of policy
and party maneuvering. Weed was a
shrewd, trained and skillful manipu-
lator of men and of parties.
| The distinguished subject of this
{ sketch was born in Cairo, Greene
! county, N. Y., November 15, 1797. The
! loss of his parents when he was young
( threw him at an early age on his own
‘ resources, and he entered as a cabin-
| boy in a sloop. He afterwards became
an apprentice in a printing office at
| Catskill, from which place he went to
Herkimer to set type in the service of
Colonel Stone—subsequently the fa-
| mous editor of the New York Com-
mercial Advertiser employed him.
On the breaking out of the war of
1812, young Weed enlisted as a drum-
i mer in the United States army, but
was soon promoted to the position of
quartermaster sergeant. He sreved
at Sackett’s Harbor, and elsewhere on
the frontier. On leaving the army he
returned, after a short stay in New
York, to the village of Herkimer,
where he was married. His next move
was to satrt a paper in Onondago
county. Not succeeding in his enter-
prise he tried his fortune with a pa-
per in Norwich, Chenandoga county.
His paper was not a pecuniary suc-
cess and he went to work at the case
in Albany.
| Here Mr. Weed became deeply in-
terested in politics—especially in the
struggle which terminated in the elec-
tion of John Quincy Adams. His rep-
utation as a wise councillor reached
Rochester, where he was called to edit
a daily paper. During the excitement
caused by the abduction of Morgan, in
1827, he took charge of the Anti-Ma-
sonic Inquirer, and was twice elected
to the State Legislature by the Anti-
Masons.
with the Albany Evening Journal and
became its editor, and conducted its
columns in the interest of the Anti-'
Jackson party.
From 1830 to 1862 he was a power-
He later became connected :
ful political leader at the capital of
New York State, and was at the head
of first, the Whig, and then the Re-
publican party. He was honored and
beloved, not only as the nestor of the
New York Press, but as a wise, sin-
cere and trustworthy patriot, and his
quiet philanthropy won the affection
of all who knew him best.
What shrewd moves this remarka-
ble man has made on the chess-board
of political experience! A word whis-
pered in Albany was at once heard at
Washington. Men who considered
themselves safe in office and fenced
about with good works for their par-
ty, and who dreamed of advancement
at night, were astonished to find their
heads in the basket in the morning.
If a letter by mail, or a message by
telegraph failed to shorten the stat-
ure of an offending office-holder, a
personal effort was sure to bring him
down. He had the strength of a gi-
ant, and he did not hesitate to use it
for what he considered the benefit of
his party. His magnetic influence
over men, and his command of re-
sources enabled him to marshal them
to the front to fight, if need be, for
his measures. Long-headed and far-
seeing, he often made combinations of
city and country plans to enable him
to carry into effeét his own methods
to secure success. Mr. Weed will be
long remembered for his marvelous
skill and tact as a party manager.
Over and over again he was urged
to take high and honorable positions
under the State and under the nation-
al government. He could have been
easily elected to a chair in the lower
or upper House of the United States
Congress. Many times he had been
invited to accept a foreign mission,
and he had the “pick of the courts,”
but he would rather be Thurlow Weed
than Governor of the State, United
States Senator, or Minister to the
Court of St. James. Mr. Weed was
generally governed by patriotic and
disinterested motives—he loved his
d | party much, but loved his country
most of all, and sought the influence
and power of his party to promote the
best interests of his country. He
looked like a chief—a real leader of
men. Upward of six feet in height
and well formed he stands like Saul
among the Hebrews—a head and
shoulder above the multitude. His
face shows the reason why, during the
Civil war he adopted the motto of Al-
jernon Sidney, “Sub libertate quetam.”
No peace without Liberty.
Legends of First Man
Common to All Races
Almost every race of people has
jegends regarding the first man and
woman. Among North American In-
glans myths are common. Traditions
trace back our first parents to white
and red maize; another is that man,
searching for a wife, was given the
daughter of the king of the muskrats,
who in being dipped into the waters
of a neighboring lake, became a wom-
#n. One of the strangest stories con-
cerning the origin of woman is told
by the Madagascarenes. Insofar as
the creation of man goes, the-legend
is not unlike that related by Moses,
only that the fall came before Eve
had arrived. After the man had eat-
en the forbidden fruit he became af-
fected with a boil on the leg, out of
which, when it burst, came a beauti-
ful girl. The man’s first thought was
to throw her to the pigs; but he was
commanded by a messenger from
heaven to let her play among the grass
and flowers until she was of marriage-
able age, then to make her his wife.
He did so, called her Barbara, and
she became the mother of all races of
wen.
Fowl Names
The fat plumber was in a philosophi-
val mood.
“There is simply no understanding
~oman,” he observed.
“Whaddye mean?’ the thin carpen-
ter asked, just to start the conversa-
tion.
“Well, for instance, a woman does
not object to being called a duck.”
“Ng.”
“And she even smiles if some one
nappens to refer to her as a chicken”
“Too true.”
“And most of them will stand for
ieing called squab, broiler or turtle
dove.”
“Yes, yes, but what’s the idea?”
“It’s just this,” the fat plumber ex-
=nimed, “a woman objects to being
called a hen, and a hen is the most
rseful bird of the whole blooming
snnch.”—Popular Poultry.
Ancient College Custom
A person who fails to pass an ex-
amination is said to have been
“plucked.” This meaning of the word
nas a curious origin. In olden days
when degrees were conferred in Ox-
ford two proctors marched solemnly
down the hall and back. Tradesmen
with grievances—namely, unpaid bills
—vwould sit on the benches and pluck
vhe proctor's gown as he passed. If
the bill was big enough and the trades-
man proved his case, the undergradu-
ate was refused his degree. Hence
the term “plucked,” which, now that
its origin is forgotten, is used for fall-
ing in examinations of any kind. The
nroctors still march up and down the
hall, but of course their gowns are no
ionged plucked.
Why the Strife?
‘We are told that Cineas the philoso-
gher once asked Pyrrhus what he
xyould do when he had conquered
Italy.
“I will conquer Sicily.”
“And after Sicily?”
“Then Africa.”
“And after you have conquered the
warld?”
“I will take my ease and be merry.”
“Then,” asked Cineas, “why can you
pot take your ease and be merry,
now ?’—Sir John Lubbock.
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