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Bellefonte, Pa., October 23, 1925.
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THE GOSPEL OF LABOR.
. By Dr. Henry VanDyke.
But I think the King of that country comes
out from his tireless host,
And walks in this world of the weary, as
if he loved it the most;
And here in the dusty confusion, with eyes
that are heavy and dim,
He meets again the laboring men who are
looking and longing for him.
He cancels the curse of Eden, and brings
them a blessing instead :
Blessed are they that labor, for Jesus par-
: takes of their bread.
He puts His hand to their burdens, He en-
ters their homes at night;
Who does his best shall have as guest the
Master of life and of light.
And courage will come with His presence,
and patience return at His touch,
And manifold sins be forgiven to those
who love Him much;
And the cries of envy and anger will
will change to the songs of cheer,
For the toiling age will forget its rage
when the Prince of Peace draws near.
This is the gospel of labor—ring it, ye
bells of the kirk—
The Lord of Love came down from above
to live with the men who work.
This is the rose that He planted, here in
the thorn-cursed soil—
Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the
blessing of earth is toil.
LOST AIRMAIL CARRIERS SIG-
NALLED BY MAN IN MOUN-
TAINS.
Several years ago, when the air-
mail was not as well developed as now,
J. Herbert Walker, now editor of the
Altoona Tribune, spent a winter in a
cabin at Poe mountain, in the eastern
end of Centre county, and his exper-
ience while there in signalling lost
airmail pilots was related very inter-
estingly in the Altoona Tribune of last
Thursday, as follows: :
One cold, blowy winter day heavy
snow clouds obscured the top of Old
Poe Mountain. Driving down along
the range the snow sought out every
nook and cranny. High winds added
to the rigors of the day. It was a
time for folks to be indoors, by their
fires, not out on the mountain subject
to the chilling blasts of wind and the
driving snow that must have cut deep-
ly into the faces of persons who had
become temporarily marooned or else
who could not reach their haven of
refuge before the winter gale struck.
How the wind howled, its strength
driving the snow hither and yon. Even
the wild animals accustomed to the
cold of winter and the deep snows
must have huddled behind natural
windbreaks until after the gale pass-
ed away.
Within a cheery cottage by the side
of a warm fire sat an outdoorsman
who had gone to the woods seeking
that which doctors in a big city fail-
ed to give him. Inside the cabin was
peace and comfort and happiness for
the old-time strength to be returning.
How wonderful to be protected from
the biting storm. And what a picture
was presented as he gazed from the
window into the distance where the
snow storm almost completely oblit-
erated a friendly mountain.
What was that? Above the din of
the storm came a throbbing, pulsing
sound of things mechanical. Nearer
and still nearer it came. What could
be producing such a sound in the fast-
ness of this rugged mountain region
on such a day as this? From whence
did it come? Only conjectures filled
the mind. The outdoorsman went
closer to the window peering into the
storm-laden outdoors, looking one way
and then another. Still the throbbing
sounds came closer. Stepping out on-
to the tiny porch the outdoorsman
looked into the flying clouds of snow.
s eyes sought out the spot from
which the noise seemed to come.
Suddenly from out the great cloud
banks of snow an airplane burst forth,
-its motors humming, the snow swish-
ing along the wings of the great
plane. Unconsciously the outdoors-
man lunged backward—the plane was
so low it seemed the little cabin would
be struck, but it swerved upward and
missed the building by a narrow mar-
gin. The pilot described a circle in
the little “kettle” in the mountains.
Around and around he flew. The mo-
tor throbbed. He was lost! Lost in
the endless miles of snow that obscur-
ed the peaks. Lost in the mountains,
his guiding marks gone. Lost! Lost!
Lost! Hemmed in by the storm that
blew a gale over those hills and peaks
his motor continued to throb. Around
and around he flew at a loss to know
what to do. He could not land. There
was no place. He might strike a near-
by mountain side now almost obliter-
ated by the flurries of snow. More
than a half hour passed and he still
circled, hoping against hope that the
wind would lift the snow storm high-
er that he might see the tops of the
peaks, find his bearing and start in the
direction of a nearby air mail field.
What was to be done? What could
an ordinary outdoorsman do to aid
this man of the air challenging the
elements? What could be done to lift
this man from impending dangers and
death? If he could only lift his plane
to a higher level and be sure of his
compass, his compass that, if working
properly, would give him the direction
to the field he was seeking.
He dropped lower again and circled |
just above the tiny cabin. Then came
a thought to the outdoorsman. Taking
an old red table cloth he tacked it on-
to a pole, and, climbing to a good siz-
ed cleared space on the top of a small
hill nearby he waited for the pilot to
swing that way again. When the big
plane loomed out of the snow into
clearer view, the table cloth was
waved back and forth to attract the
attention of the flyer. The plan was
successful. When next the flyer made
3 clivle his good right arm was ex-
in
tende to the outdoorsman
and at gain Lo made an earnest
appeal for help in finding his direction.
He circled again. The outdoorsman
continued to wave the table cloth—
and then, as if the airman might know
what he was trying to do, the out-
doorsman suddenly quit the waving of
the table cloth and pointed it in the di-
rection of the air field. ‘Success? Yes, |
the flyer understood. Another circle
was made by the big plane. It rose to
a higher height. Again it circled and
was almost lost in the snow clouds
that came flying dewn along the little
hill. There was a friendly wave of
the hand as the big plane dashed
away into the snow clouds. The out-
doorsman watched it lose itself in the
distance, the noise of the motor grad-
ually dying away amid the great si-
lences of those eternal hills. A half
hour later the aviator had safely land-
ed on the snow-covered fiield at Belle-
fonte.
In other days other aviators were
lost in the same region. Always an
old table cloth served its purpose. The
outdoorsman failed to keep a record of
the number of aviators he had tried to
help, content that he was doing what
he thought best. He never learned
the name of any one of the airmen.
Probably they never learned his name,
either. But what matters that?
Many of them knew that they had
found a friend there where the moun-
tains made flying treacherous, there
where rain clouds often obscure the
hills, there where snow storms many
times completely obliterate the land-
scape.
Dropping down into the “kettle”
these aviators time after time would
look for the waving table cloth on a
small hill. All, so far as the writer
was able to learn, reached their des-
tination safely after having been giv-
en their direction.
The snows had deepened. All the
cabins in the mountains had been clos-
ed. Long since had the deer hunters
gone to their homes. The trails were
now unmarked, save for the telltale
footprints of wild animals. Yet the
outdoorsman remained in the little
cabin—to find that health and happi-
ness he went into the woods to seek.
Two days and it would be Christmas!
He would be in the little cabin on tha
day, away from friends. In the qui-
etness of the winter woods, his Christ-
mas tree would be the sombre hem-
lock that looked down upon the cabin,
its decorations the snow flakes that
caught on its green branches. His
Christmas gift would be his returning
health. He was content.
Next day the roar of the motors
was heard again. A big plane came
out of the distance. The motors slow-
ed down. The big ship was dropping
towards my little cabin! The day
was clear. With a wave of the hand
the pilot dropped something—and was
off into the blue. The outdoorsman
picked up the tiny wooden box. At
the cabin he opened it. Here was a
book. Here a box of cigars. Here a
half dozen of oranges—and a note-—
“From a friend in the air service who
will never forget your little red table
cloth.”
When Pilot Ames was lost in the
mountains not so far away from the
spot where the little cabin of the out-
doorsman was situated that note was
brought from a drawer in a desk.
The outdoorsman looked at it. He
thought perhaps he had saved some-
one, sometime from the same fate that
befel the intrepid airman two weeks
ago. He breathed a prayer for the
brave men whe, now day or night, fly
their planes over those moody, treach-
erous, everlasting yet altogether lov-
able hills of the Seven Mountains.
Penn State Loses Extension Head.
The loss of Professor Norman C.
Miller, head of the engineering exten-
sion department at The Pennsylvania
State College, who goes to Rutgers
University next month as director of
a new project in industrial extension,
will be keenly felt by the college and
Pennsylvania industries. Thousands
of industrial workers in Pennsylvania
have raised themselves to responsible
positions during the fourteen years
that the college has offered its exten-
sion courses at cost. The development
of the courses has been due largely to
the individual efforts of Professor
Miller, and the service to the indus-
tries of Pennsylvania that has been
built up at State College is not ex-
celled in any other State.
It was only about ten years ago
that Professor Miller was the only
man on the college extension faculty
but now there are twenty on the staff
that is facing the biggest year in the
history of the industrial extension
work. In addition there are between
two and three hundred part-time in-
structors taken from industries in the
fifty or more communities where night
class and group study courses have
been established. The most recent
achievement of the Penn State de-
partment was the completion of a pub-
lic relations course after three years’
work, 1500 copies of which have been
sent during the past month to public
yhiljey employees throughout the
tate.
——An American flapper and her
mother occupy the adjoining table.
The flapper is studying the words
painted on the fringe of the awning.
“Oh, look, mo-ther,” she drawls, “it
says ‘brasserie.’ Isn’t it too fun-nay!
I always thought that meant a thing-
um-bob you wear around your chest!”
“Sh-h, my dear,” murmurs the
mother, “these French may be vulgar,
but we don’t have to imitate them.”
Your Own Sun.
An electric arc lamp, which, when
attached to the ordinary electric cur-
rent socket in your home, produces
light of 4,000 candle-power—equal to
that of the sun—has been developed
in London. It is said to produce the
same effect as a sun bath.
“Your references are good, I'll try
you,” said a farmer to a lad who ap-
plied for a job on the poultry farm.
“Is there any chance of a rise 7” the
boy asked. * adie
“Yes,” said the farmer, “a grand
chance. You'll rise at 4 every morn-
ing.
Beyond Pardon When He
Laid Failure to Wife
"Once upon a time there was a man
who didn’t amount to anything and he
was arrested for encumbering the
earth and taken before the judge.
“My son,” said the judge in his kind
‘way, “you're not worth a darn. Not
even half a darn. But I'm going to
give you another chance. I'm going
_to set you up in business and see what
“happens.
If you succeed even In u
small way within a year, I'll spare
you.” i
Well, the judge kept his word and
the man began to conduct a business.
At the end of a year he was broke. |
and again he was taken before
judge. 3 :
“You see,” said the man. “I trusted
people and they didn’t pay me. It
wasn't my fault.”
“Your judgment Is rotten.” said the
Judge; “but you seem to have a good
heart. I'll try you again.”
At the end of the second year the
man was broke again and again he
faced the judge. 3
“I just kad hard luck,” he explained.
“I bought my goods when prices were
high and then hard times came alone
and prices dropped and 1 couldn't
make a profit. Expenses ate me up.”
“Well, well,” said the judge: “luck
has much to do with it, and it’s no dis-
grace to have misfortune. Many men
are knocked out by circumstances and
Yet contrive to win in the end because
they have the right stuff in them
You get one more chance.”
The one chance wasn’t enough. The
man hadn't a cent at the end of the
year. .
“What now?” asked the judge, and
his voice was hard. “Did you trust
too many people this time, or was luck
against you?”
“It was my wife's fault.” said the
man. “You see, she—"
“That's enough,” sald the judge He
turned to the head knocker who stand
near and said: “Just take him out
and knock him in the head. When a
man begins to blame his wife for his
failures he’s through.”—Baltimore
Sun.
the
Bully Got a Lesson
As a train neared Cleveland, a tall
man was aggressively bully-ragging
the porter because he had been un-
able to pick out the passenger's trav-
eling bag by his description of it. Billy
Evans, baseball umpire and sports
writer, was present and finally ex-
pressed a desire that the browbeating
cease. But the tall man only talked
louder. Evans got up and walked
back to be faced aggressively by the
talker. “So you've come hack to set-
tle this. have you?’ he blared at
Evans. “Well, now you're here, what
are you going to do about it? What
are you going to do, eh?’ Evans’ an-
Swe was an instantaneous short-
armed cuff with the open hand which
Jarred the talker's head about three
feet. But it settled the argument,
Sometimes a fist can settle things
more effectively and efficiently “than
yards of conversation. — Cappers
Weekly.
New Continent in Pacific?
Edwin Fairfax Naulty of New York,
for many years a student of the
earth’s movements, says that the
Hawaiian islands are gradually rising
from the sea and that within a genera-
tion the group, now containing 6,454
square miles, will be equal in area to
“Japan. The fact that Japan's area,
including the Japanese portion of the
Island of Sakhalin, is 178,833 square
miles, indicates the importance of Mr.
Naulty’s prediction.
If this forecast be confirmed, Nature
will have restored a lost Atlantis in
the mid-Pacific and placed under the
domination of the American flag vir
gin territory more than three times as
large as the state of Kentucky. Addi-
tion of 166,000 square miles of habit-
able land to the earth's area would be
one of the most remarkable develop-
ments In cosmography known since
recorded history began. — Louisville
Courier-Journal.
Arctic Veterans
The arctic is simultaneously releas
ing its hold upon two gallant veterans
of many battles with floe and berg.
The revenue. cutter Bear, so long the
warder of the sealing fleet, 1s not to
find an icy grave in ‘the Bering sea,
and Roald Amundsen’s Maud, commit:
ted to the drift ice in 1922, instead of
following Stefanson’s Karluk to the
bottom, has been released from the
clutch of the ocean north of Siberia
and is now on her way to Nome.
Amundsen will deem it a piece of
good fortune second only to the salva-
tion of the bold mariners of the air
who shared his recent flight from
Spitzbergen. No ordinary ship of
steel can endure unscathed what these
hardy boats of sheathed oak have en-
countered and survived.—Philadelphia
Public Ledger.
Not He
Young Bearcat, son of Gap Johnson
of Rumpus Ridge, recently returned
home bellering ag if his heart would
break.
“Paw,” he howled, “the teacher says
I'm precocious!” J
“Did har?" returned his sire. “Well,
you go back t'mor’ and tell the teacher
I say if she wasn't a lady d’dam if I
wouldn't come over there and beat her
head off. You haln’t nuth’n’ of the
sort I"—Kansas City Star.
More Enter Yosemite
Touring into Yoseruite National park
in California has been greater than
ever. Up to August 1, visitors to the
park numbered: 128,907; as compared
with 108,110 up to the same time the
year before. :
Country Boy Recalls
Youthful Hardships
“You ask me my hardest battle,”
sald Dave Patrick of Saco. “Well,
sir, the toughest experience in my
career was trying to get enough to eat,
and never shall I forget it if I live to
be as ¢ld as Methuselah. In 1868, |
when I was a boy of seven years, my
parents sent me to the farm of a
friend (?) of theirs in Saco village to
work for my board. I surely got
plenty of the former, but, believe me,
the latter was way below par from
‘what a youngster requires, says the
Kennebec Journal. . :
“The women folks had no time to
prepare meals, being busy making ar-
‘| ticles of clothing to sell, that being
the custom in those days, and the men
folks, who worked in the shingle mill,
had to take pot luck with what they
got to eat, so you can easily imagine
how I fared. 1 never had more than
two meals a day, and many times not
that number.
“All I had to do was to take care
of eight cows, two horses, a large num-
ber of hens and chickens and guinea |
hens, the latter keeping me more than
busy chasing them back to the prem-
ises from the road. As a sideline I
had the wood and water to carry, the
latter necessity being brought from a
well an eighth of a mile distant.
“Almost barefoot with the old shoes
I was provided with, every toe on both
feet became frozen, the blisters becom-
ing so painful I took a pair of shears
| and clipped off the end of my toes to
let the water in the blisters out. 1
have never fully recovered from this
experience, my feet to this day being
§0 tender that I am obliged to wear
woolen stockings the year around.
“I stood the hardships I was sub-
jected to for over a year until one day
Thomas Sands of Saco came to the
next farm to visit relatives, when I
begged him to take me back home
with him, which he did. You can easily
imagine what a tickled boy I was
when I landed with my father and
mother once more. There, mister, is a
tough experience and, take it from me.
it was tough.”
Act Appreciated
The three-a-day vaudevillians are
flocking back to town, crowding Broad-
way about Forty-sixth street and west
to the N. V. A. clubhouse. And with
them, the usual tales, of which the
first concerns a monologist who tried
out new material, against next season.
in a small Indiana town.
Guarding against “failure, he in-
structed the orchestra leader at a
signal to swing into several popular
songs, of which he sang parodies; al-
ways, they say sure-fire in the Du-
buques of our land. He had recourse
to this expedient even sooner than
he had expected. Even then the au-
dience was coldly indifferent. Cold tr
parodies. Hopeless.
The manager came to speak to the
monologist after the first performance.
“You got a swell act,” he informed
the vaudevillian. “It's good stuff,
even if it is too smart for this town.
They don’t get it. It's too wise for
them. Of course, I got it. I laughed
It went over big with me.
“But, say,” cautioned the manager,
“you know you didn’t sing the right
words to them songs.”—New Yorker
Few “Open Spaces” Left
Another West Is passing. The old
wild West went long ago, with its un-
fenced, free range and its picturesque
cowboys. But now the West that suec-
ceeded it is going, too—the West of
the homesteader. Free land has fol-
lowed the free range into the limbo
of far-off, forgotten things.
The West that is Is a land of fenced
pastures and farms owned in fee sim-
ple subject to mortgage at 8 per cent,
automobiles and golf courses. The
homesteader is embalmed in film and
book. The present farmer is like
his brethren in New Hampshire and
Ohio.
Where will the migration-bitten
younger sons go next? Will we be-
come another Britain, exporting youth
to other continents and the islands
of the sea—to such, at least, of even
these as have open spaces left? What-
ever the answer, America is practi-
cally “full up” so far as free land Is
concerned.—World’s Work,
She Knew
One of the biggest attractions te
the middle westerner who comes out
here ig the visit to the battleships,
some of which are always to be seen
at San Diego, says the Los Angeles
Times. Many of these visitors have
never before seen the ocean, let alone
a battleship, but for some reason they
do not like to let this fact be known.
Thus it was with the fair young
thing who was being shown about by
a sailor. He had explained about
yeomen, able seamen, engineers and
one thing and another, and now the
pretty girl pointed out another man
whose insignia was different.
“That’s the coxs’n,” explained her
guide patiently. “His duty {s—"
“Oh, I know,” interrupted the girl.
The cox’n crows the reveille, doesn’t
he!”
Modern Bus Service
A regular bus service has finally
been established between New York
and Philadelphia. It's the first time
the rallroads have met competition on
this run. Each bus is equipped with
running water, library tables, and
even a radio receiving set.
Want Mental Tests
Mental tests for auto drivers, te
help decrease the number of accidents,
is favored by the committee on the
causes of accidents of the national
conference on. streets and highways.
Sheriff's Election Proclamation.
God Save the Commonwealth. I, E. R.
Taylor, High Sheriff of the County of Cen- | Jul
tre, Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, do
hereby make known and give notice to the
electors of the County aforesaid that an
election will be held in the said County of
Centre on the
FIRST TUESDAY IN NOVEMBER, 1925,
being the .
8rd OF NOVEMBER, 1925,
for the purpose of electing the several per-
sons hereinafter named, to wit:
ens person for Judge of the Superior
ourt.
One person for Judge of the Court of
Common Pleas. wins
One person for District Attorney.
One person for Jury Commissioner.
I also hereby make known and give no-
tice that the place of holding elections in |
the several wards, boroughs, districts and
townships within the County of Centre is
as follows:
For the North Ward of the borough of
Bellefonte, at the Logan Hose Co. house on
east Howard street.
For the South Ward of the yorough of
Bellefonte, in the Undine Fire Co. bui ding.
For the West Ward of the borough of
Bellefonte, in the carriage shop of S. A.
McQuistion, in Bellefonte.
For the borough of Centre Hall, in a
room at Runkle’s hotel. :
For the borough of Howard, at the pub-
lie school in said borough.
For the borough of Millheim, in the
school house, now the Municipal building.
For the borough of Milesburg, in the
borough building on Market street,
For the First Ward of the borough of
Philipsburg, in the Reliance Hose house.
For the Second Ward of the borough of
Pilipshurss at the Public Building at the
corner of North Centre and Presqueisle
streets,
For the Third Ward of the borough of
Philipsburg, at Bratton’s Garage, north-
east corner of Seventh and Pine streets.
For the borough of South Philipsburg,
at the City Hall, in South Philipsburg.
For the borough of Snow Shoe, in the
borough building.
For the borough of State College, East
Precinct,—on College Avenue at the Odd
Fellows Hall.
For the borough of State College, West
Precinet—on Frazier street, at the Fire-
men’s Hall.
For the borough of Unionville, in the
Grange Hall in said borough.
For the township of Benner, North Pre-
cinet, at the Knox school house.
For the township of Benner, South Pre-
cinct, at the new brick school house at
Rockview.
For the township of Boggs, North Pre-
cinct, at Walker’s school house.
For the township of Boggs, East Pre-
cinct, at the hall of Knights of Labor, in
the village of Curtin.
For the township of Boggs, West Pre-
cinet, at the Grange Hall in Central City.
For the township of Burnside, in the
building owned by William Hipple, in the
village of Pine Glen.
For the township of College, at the
school house in the village of Lemont.
For the township of Curtin, North Pre-
cinet, at the school house in the village of
Orviston.
For the township of Curtin, South Pre-
cinct, at the school house near Robert
Mann’s.
For the township of Ferguson, East Pre-
cinct, at the public house of R. R. Ran-
dolph, in Pine Grove Mills.
For the township of Ferguson, West Pre-
cinet, at Baileyville school house in the vil-
lage of Baileyville.
For the township of Ferguson, North
Precinct, at Grange Hall.
For the township of Ferguson, North-
west Precinct, at Marengo school house.
For the township of Gregg, North Pre-
cinet, at Murray’s school house.
For the township of Gregg, East Pre-
cinet, at the house occupied by William A.
Sinkahine at Penn Hall.
For the township of Gregg, West Pre.
cinet, in the Vocational school room at
Spring Mills.
For the township of Haines, East Pre-
cinet, school house in the village of Wood-
ward.
¥or the township of Haines, West Pre-
cinet, at the residence of E. A. Bower,
Aaronsburg.
For the township of Halfmoon, in I. O.
0. F. Hall, in the village of Stormstown.
For the township of Harris, East Pre-
cinct, in the building owned by Harry Me-
Clellan, in the village of Linden Hall.
For the township of Harris, West Pre-
cinct, at the Malta Hall in the village of
Boalsburg. .
For the township of Howard, in the
township public building.
For the township of Huston,
in the
‘Grange Hall in the village
township building erected in the village of
u v &
For the Lewnship of Liberty, East Pre-
cinet, at the school house in Eagleville.
For the township of Liberty,
cinet, at the school house at
For the township of Marion, at the
of Jacksonville,
For the township of Miles, East Precinct,
at the dwelling house of G. H. Showers, at
Wolf’s Store.
For the fownshin of Miles, Middle Pre-
cinet, in Bank building, at Rebersburg.
For the township of Miles, West Pre-
cinet, at the store room of Elias Miller, in
Madisonburg. :
For the township of Patton, in the shop
of John Hoy, at Waddle.
For the township of Penn, in a building
formerly owned by Luther Guisewite, at
oburn.
For the township of Potter, North Pre-
cinet, at the Old Fort hotel.
For the township of Potter, South Pre-
LL at the hotel in the village of Potters
8.
For the township of Potter, West Pre-
cinct, at the store of George Meiss, at Col-
yer.
For the township of Rush, North Pre-
cinet, at the Township Poor House.
For the township of Rush, Fast Pre-
cinet, at the school house in the village of
Cassanova.
For the township of Rush, South Pre-
cinet, at the school house in the village of
Powelton.
For the township of Rush, West Pre-
cinct, at the school house near Osceola
Mills, known as the Tower school house.
For the township of Snow Shoe, Bast
Precinct, at the school house in the village
of Clarence.
For the township of Snow Shoe, West
Precinct, at the house of Alonza A. Groe,
in the village of Moshannon.
For the township of Spring, North Pre-
cinet, at the township building erected
near Mallory’'s blacksmith shop.
For the township of Spring, South Pre-
cinct, at the public house formerly owned
by John C. Mulfinger, in Pleasant Gap.
For the township of Spring, West Pre-
xine, in the township building at Cole-
e.
For the township of Taylor, in the house
erected for the purpose at Leonard Merry-
man’s.
For the township of Union, in the town-
ship public building. ;
For the township of Walker, East Pre-
cinet, in a building owned by Solomon
Peck in the village of Huston.
For the township of Walker, Middle Pre-
cinct, in Grange Hall, in the village of
Hublersburg.
For the township of Walker, West Pre-
cinet, at the dwelling house of John Royer,
in the village of Zion.
For the township of Worth, in the hall
of the Knights of the Golden Eagle, in the
village of Port Matilda.
LIST OF NOMINATIONS.
The official list of nominations made by
the several parties, and as their names will
appear upon the ticket to be voted on the
3rd day of November, 1925, at the different
voting places in Centre County, as certi-
fied to respectively by the Secretary of the
Commonwealth are given in the aecompa-
nying form of ballot, which is similar to
the official ballot.
Notice is hereby given that every person
excepting Justice of the Peace, who shall
hold any office or appointment of profit or
trust under the Government of the United
States or this State, or of any city or in-
corporated district whether a commission-
ed officer or otherwise a subordinate offi-
cer or agent who is or shall be employed
under the Legislative, Executive or Judi-
ciary department of this State, or of the
United States or of any city or incorpor-
"ated district, and also that every member
of Congress and of the State Legislature,
and of the select or common council of any
city, or commissioners of any incorporated
district is, by law, incapable of holding or
exercising at the same time the office or
appointment of judge, inspector or clerk of
any election of this Commonwealth, and
that no inspector, judge or other officer of
any such elections, shall be eligible to any
office to be then voted for, except that of
an election officer.
Under the law of the Commonwealth for
holding elections, the polls shall be opened
a 310 Clock A. M. and closed at 7 o'clock
Given under my hand and seal at my of-
fice in Bellefonte, this 12th day of October
in the year of our: Lord, nineteen hundred
and twenty-five and in the one hundred
and forty-ninth year of the Independence
of the United States of America.
E. R. TAYLOR, (Seal)
Sheriff of Centre County.
SPECIMEN BALLOT
To vote a straight party ticket, mark a cross (X) in the square in the FIRST
COLUMN, opposite the name of the party of your choice.
A cross mark in the square opposite the name of any candidate indicates a vote
for that candidate.
To vote for a person whose name is not on the ballot, write or paste his or her
name in the blank space provided for that purpose.
vote either with or without the cross mark.
This shall count as a
To vote for an individual candidate of another party after making a mark in the
party square mark a cross (X) opposite his or her name.
Yor an office where more than one candidate is to be elected, the voter, after mark-
ing in the party square, may divide his or her vote by marking a cross (X)
to the right of each candidate for whom he or she desires to vote.
First Column Judge of the Superior Court
To Vote a Straight Party Ticket (Vote for One)
Mark a Cross (X) in this column Republican
Republican Jesse E. B. Cunningham < Socialist
Prohibition
Democratic Deindardtic
William A. McGuire
Labor
Labor
Socialist Judge of the Court of Common Pleas
: (Vote for One)
Prohibition Harry Keller Republican
W. Harrison Walker Democratic
Socialist
Arthur C. Dale
Prohibition
District Attorney
(Vote for One)
John G. Love Republican
Wm. Groh Runkle Democratic
Jury Commissioner
"(Vote for Ome) :
John D. Decker Republican :
James C. Condo Demacratie
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