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Bellefonte, Pa., October 30, 1925.
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HIS KINGDOM.
Beyond the yard he takes the cows,
"Into a pasture red with clover,
He walks a king under the boughs
‘While birds are going gravely over.
He makes a whistle from a tree,
To match the matchless whippoorwill,
The cows stir small bells placidly,
An echo lunges from the hill.
Then, where the brook curves to the corn,
He sits beneath the willows green,
A king as sunny as the morn
‘Waiting to greet a freckled queen.
—By Harold Vinal, in Everybody's Maga-
zine.
———— ease:
THREE OLD-TIMERS.
A Story of Loyalty.
Little Mrs. Gill was almost seventy,
and yet, she told herself as bravely as
she could, she had always been sharp
and pert enough—until Candless
came!
Candless! Dimly—for the big man’s
loud voice, his positive ways, his rapid
words, tangled and portentous, seemed
to have been the very origin of this
confusion of her mind, this blurring of
thought, as though he had created a
mist about her brain—dimly she re-
called his first coming.
_ It had been two years after Nort’s
death, when she had come into the
property that lay between the two
deep canyons, Fish Creek and Cascade
River, with its four thousand acres of
timber, its quarry site, its upland
meadows, dotted with springs.
Candless had “dropped in.” He had
said that he had wanted to take care
of her and her interests, for the sake of
his old friendship with Nort. She had
thought that strange; she had never
remembered having heard her hus-
band speak of him.
As for being taken care of, Nancy
Gill had wondered then, and wondered
uneasily now, if she needed taking
care of. When the mist cleared a
little from her brain she felt that she
was amply able to take care of herself,
as she had done before.
No; Candless had insisted. She was
to go where she could be comfortable,
waited on—*“seen to!”
Her hands locked and unlocked
themselves in her lap as she consider-
ed all of this.
Looking out from her bay window,
where the winter sun shown brightly,
Mrs. Gill saw Candless’s big machine
disappear over the Plumas road. She
sighed. The tenth of May, he had
said. There were some legal formal-
ities to be seen to.
She had not understood. She did
not understand now. She only thought
that, if she could clear her brain, she
might be able to think of some of
Nort’s old friends, and hers—some of
those early Californians—to whom she
could turn.
The Plumas County folks were
neighborly and pleasant; but they
were not the old friends, the old stock!
Like that lawyer, Judge * * * Judge
* * * or the little, twisted, smiling old
man who took things so quietly, as he
drove his team and battered wagon up
and down—up and down. The thin
fog rose across her mind, like breath
on a mirror.
There was Candless * * * coming
back * * * on the tenth of May.
Three diminutive burros, wearily
dragging a rattletrap of a wagon,
with an old man hunched on the sag-
ging seat, and with two buckets
swinging from the rear axle, were
turned from the highway at the
summit and began to descend the
steep grade leading into the gulch
where lay Gold Bar.
Their driver was a small, bent, wiry
old man, with thin shanks and arms,
strong, bronzed hands, and gray eyes
squinting a little from looking at the
sun and facing rain and wind and
Snow.
The old man seemed to belong to
his wagon, his wagon to the country,
as indivisible parts. For thirty years
he had been traveling thus, trading,
peddling, carrying messages, doing er-
rands, and acting as intermediary in
a job-lot of deals for the isolated in-
habitants of mountain, desert, and up-
land stretches that ran three hundred
miles north and south, and extended
from the Nevada line on the east to
San Francisco on the west.
Upon his annual pilgrimage he
made a circuit that, through the years,
had become as fixed as an orbit; cal-
endars could be corrected by Doc Win-
ship’s visits; some said that watches
could be set by his infrequent but ex-
act arrivals and departures.
It was precisely because of this lat-
ter fact that Judge Ezra Marker, seat-
ed on a low wall in the historic ceme-
tery of Gold Bar, basking in the first
warmth of the spring sun, doubted his
eyes when they were caught by the
flashing reflection of two buckets
swinging back and forth from the rear
axle of the equipage that came over
the summit and began to descend the
grade.
“Cherries in January next!” the
judge exclaimed, aloud. “Now what
can kring Doc Winship to Gold Bar in
April 2”
It was, of course, something extra-
ordinary; the judge rearranged the
bunch of half-wild pink roses he had
gathered at the abandoned Wilkins
place on the way up, touched the
warm, moist mound gently, tenderly,
laid the roses there, and stood up.
Tall, broad, and vigorous, despite
his seventy-five years, he lingered for
a moment, looking down at the head-
stone that bore the name of his wife.
With a dignity that was beautiful, he
took off his broad black hat.
Then, returning his hat to his head,
at that slight angle-—inimitable—at
which he had always worn it, he walk-
ed down the cemetery road at a good
pace, swinging his cane, to intercept
the burro-drawn wagon of his old
friend.
Doc Winship, squinting ahead, rais-
ed a cracked shout. “Come to fetch
you, Jedge!” he called. “Git, jack-
asses!”
They came up, with a flourish, only
old Pete, the o side, holding back a
little, as though protesting at this vi-
olence to their common custom.
“You old fraud, you!” the judge
cried, reaching up for Winship’s hand.
“What are you doing here in April?
Have you come to draw your will 2”
“Will?” Winship snorted. “You’ll
be under the sod a long time before
I'm ready to make my will, Jedge.
Climb up—and look out for Henry
Grosbeck’s silk funeral hat! Kick
that durn blanket over—there!”
The burros started again, old Pete
switching his tail vigorously. The
rickety wagon creaked, swayed, jolt-
‘led. Judge Marker clung to the top
rod.
A it isn’t your will, Doc, what is
Winship shook his head.
“Wait till we get set in the office,
Jedge. What's the news here in Gold
Bar?”
The town, the shell of a town, into
which they were descending, had once
boasted a population of twenty thous-
and; but that had been in the days
when the hydraulics were tering. ie
vitals from the Rincon and the Phil-
lips-Garrity hills back of Main Street,
for gold; now it claimed a hundred
souls, and was falling to pieces biock
by block, wall by wall. J
Gold Bar had once known life at
flood, when romance tinctured every
simple fact and occurrence; now, it
marked dull time, housing only such
as were too poor or too indolent to
move, or else, like Judge Marker, were
rooted to the spot by sentiment, liv-
ing in the past.
e Judge’s law office was Gold Bar
in miniature. It was furnished in the
garnishments of the Sixties—faded,
worn and dilapidated, though neatly
kept; its most prized and eloquent dec-
oration was a lithograph, framed in
gilt, of “Lincoln— Our Candidate.”
Its law books were of a still earlier
period, but sufficient for the old man’s
needs and references.
Once in the judge's office, with the
burros tied to the old rack by the Bo-
nanza House and contemplatively
munching straw, Doc Winship filled
and lighted his pipe, puffed a few min-
utes to order his thoughts, then said,
in his cracked voice: :
“There’s a heap of law in Califor-
ny, ain't there, Jedge ?”
it
“New laws all the time, eh?”
“New provisions. About the same
old law, Doc.”
“New ways to get around it, too?”
“Yes. But old ways to prevent get-
ting around it, if you know where to
look for them.”
“That’s correct, is it?” Doc Win-
ship’s face brightened. “Reckon there
is some lawin’ll have to be done!”
“For yourself, Doc?”
Winship snorted.
“Huh! No.” He puffed a moment.
“Californy’s changed, Jedge, since our
day. The smart alecks run things
now. Ain’t such a power of us old fel-
lows left.” He ruminated. The judge
waited, puzzling. “There's Piney
Johnson,” Winship concluded, and
smoked on.
“Piney Johnson?” The judge look-
ed out of the window for a moment
without speaking. The name carried
a faint clue. Yes, there were they
three, at any rate, who had been Cali-
fornifins -a long, long time; a long
enough time, so that they had forgot-
ten the hapepnings of the last quarter-
century, but remembered vividly the
smallest details of those before. “Pi-
ney Johnson? Yes. What's up,
Doc?”
The little man burnished his pipe
bowl in his knee.
There was Norton Gill, Jedge,” he
said.
The judge looked at him sharply at
the mention of this fourth name.
“And his wife, Nancy,” he added
gently.
“You and I met the stage with Nort
when she came in from Indianny to
marry him,” Winship remarked.
“In sixty-nine,”
“Seventy-one.” The little old man
chuckled. “Your mind’s failin’ a lee-
tle, Jedge. But not much. Nort died
a while back.”
“I know, Doc. It’s fifteen years, at
least, since I've seen them. They
moved up into Plumas County before
that, and I can’t be sure.”
“You know Nort did himself good
up there? Land, and timber, and so
on.
“Yes. He must have been well off
when he died.”
“He was. And left it all to Nance.”
Doc Winship smoked a moment, in a
silence that began to be troubled.
“All to Nance. She was always
trusting—easy put under. Remem-
ber?”
The judge leaned forward .
“Then there’s something wrong,
Doc?” he asked.
“That’s what I’ve drove two hun-
dred miles out of my time to see you
about, Jedge.” He drew from an in-
ner pocket a long envelope, and took
from it a newspaper clipping. “I got
to San Francisco on the first as usu-
al. Second day I went into a lib’ary
I know, to look up the county papers.
This was in the Plumas ‘Register.’
Marked ‘Legal Advertisin’,’ Jedge.
He laid the clipping down; leaned
back to look at the Lincoln lithograph,
but not seeing it.
The judge read slowly, his large
ruddy face intent—coloring a little—
under its crown of white hair. When
he had finished he was quiet a mo-
ment, drumming a slow measure on
the desk with his finger tips. Then he
asked, thoughtfully:
“Do you know who this P. M. Cand-
less is, Doc?”
“Not personal, I don’t. But I've
seen his tracks before. Varmint
tracks!”
The judge considered.
“You mentioned Piney Johnson.”
The doc spoke apologetically.
“Wasn’t aimin’ to belittle you, Jedge
—nor the law. But sometimes, as 1
rec’lect back, the law was a leetle
slow!” He cleared his throat.
“It was. Perhaps even slower now,
Doc. You're right. Go ahead for Pi-
ney, if you think you can make it.
The drifts will be bad, and it’s eighty
miles, just about.” He paused. “There
aren't many men, Doc, who would {ry
that journey in April—for the widow
of an old friend.” 3
Doc Winship rose, putting on his
sorry old hat. Then he snorted scorn-
fully: :
“Not many o’ the new Californians,
Re... EE ES RE Ts
maybe—the smart alecks!” He cross-
i ed to the door. “I'll see you in Plu-
mas Gomnty.
“T’ll be there on May tenth, Doc!”
“I figgered you would, Jedge.” A
slow smile came on his face. “It’s a
hundred mile, and hard travelin’,” he
observed. “Not many men’d try that
journey in May—for the widder of an
old friend!”
The judge colored, then laughed res-
onantly. .
“You go to blazes, Doc!” he cried, and
blew his nose violently.
" Piney Johnson, a long, thin, dark
man on whom Time had tried vainly to
leave his marks—an indomitable old
man whose spirit and strength denied
the passing of years—stood in the
doorway of his crude cabin in a lost
valley in the heart of the deep
mountains, looking across the wastes
of snow to observe the slow approach
of a traveler driving a packed burro.
The sight was unusual; perhaps
three times in a winter—when John-
son hibernated like a bear, trapping,
mending gear, cleaning his guns—
some telephone company lineman, a
trapper, or one of his far-scattered
neighbors would drop in for an hour
or a night. Therefore the old man
watched the approaching visitor keen-
ly, gazing over the glare with unwink-
ing eyes. Finely he grunted and turn-
ed into his cabin again, where he
shook up his fire, added wood, and set
forward his coffee pot and a mess of
beans, already steaming and fragrant.
So much done in preparation, he sat
down at his bench and took up again
the dressing of the pelt of a silvery-
bellied fisher. The coffee was boiling
and the beans simmering when Doc
Winship stood in the door.
“Well, Piney, you old wart-hog!”
he cried.
Johnson, scraping the inside of a
leg skin, did not look around.
“Lo, Doc,” he replied quietly.
“Where'd you drop from?”
“’Cisco. Um-m! Beans an’ coffee,
eh? That's prime! Any dry feed for
the burrow?”
“Lean-to. ” Johnson jerked a thumb.
“Dry your blankets in here.”
“Ain’t figgerin’ to unpack, Piney.
Got to be goin’ soon’s I've et.”
“Suit yourself, Doc.”
When Winship returned, the beans
and coffee were on the table, flanking
hunks of Dutch-oven bread, and Piney
was opening one of his hoarded cans
of peaches. He did not turn his head.
“Slick up an’ set, Doc,” he suggest-
ed. “Basin’s under the bench.”
Winship used the basin, soaping
himself generously, flinging drops of
water. When they were seated at the
table, neat and inviting with its spot-
less red cloth, Piney Johnson folded
his hands before him, glanced at his
guest, then bowed his head.
“We're giving thanks, Lord, for
your lovin’ kindness and bountiful
goodness. Amen. * * * * Lift your-
self some beans, Doc.”
They exchanged fragmentary bits
of news for a time, Doc Winship
hungry, Piney Johnson incurious,
patient. Reaching for a second help-
ing of the gleaming yellow hemis-
pheres of fruit in their thick, clear
sirup, Doc asked, offhandedly:
“D’ye rec’lect my mentionin’ that
couple o’ years back?”
Johnson flashed a look at him,
“Yep.”
“You ain’t seen him since—your
dealin’s with him?”
“Ain’t wanted to!”
“Never got anything more out of
him, did you?”
“No ”
The old wagoner shook his head.
Artlessly he asked:
“Remember Nort Gill, Piney ?”
Johnson nodded, rolling a cigarette
smoothly. “Died up in Plumas County
I heard.”
“Yes. He was real, old Norton Gill
was.”
“Certain!”
roundly.
Doc Winship withdrew from his
coat pocket the envolope and news-
paper clipping, handing the latter
across the red tablecloth. He poured
himself a third cup of coffee and
began to drink it, without looking up.
Doc Winship spoke casually:
“I come by Gold Bar on the way in.
Jedge Marker’s goin’ to look after the
lawin’ end.”
Johnson spoke sharply for the first
time.
“Can’t law a cantamount like Cand-
less!” he snapped.
The old doc wagged his head.
“That’s what I figgered,” he said.
“It’s why I'm here.”
Johnson rose. He: crossed to the
stove, removed the coffee pot, and set
it aside. He closed the drafts of the
stove carefully, pulled ‘to and latched
his windows, tacked his fisher skin to
a board, and began rubbing it with a
compound of salt and tannic acid. Doc
Winship, finishing the peaches, got up
also, and readed up the dishes.
Before he was through, Piney John-
son had pulled on a heavy mackinaw
coat and a skin cap. Then he reached
for his snowshoes.
“Stay’s long’s you like, Doc,” he
said, stooping to the thongs.
Doc Winship looked at him.
“Ain’t you goin’ back with me?”
“Nope. Goin’ down the river and
out Sacramento way.”
“But that’s sixty mile fa’ther!”
Johnson straightened, stamping his
feet to fit them to the clumsy webbed
shoes.
“My best shootin’ gun is loaned
out,” he explained. “I'm goin’ by for
it.” He rose and shuffled across to the
door. “Tenth of May, he said ?”
“That’s what’s in the paper.”
“I'll be there.”
“The jedge and I'll be mighty oblig-
ed to you, Piney,” Doc Winship ob-
served.
“You go to hell!” Johnson replied,
and turned westward down the little
valley, lifting his feet with a drag and
slide—pulling up his collar.
Piney Johnson said,
The big automobile seemed to leap
over the hill summit like some great
beast of prey, and its roar, coming
faintly to Nancy Gill’s ears, heighten-
ed the similarity. As the machine ap-
proached she could see the breath
coming from the driver's lips like
steam, and a smoky black plume ex-
tended itself from the rear of the car.
Encased in glass, heavily overcoat-
ed and mufflered, and
I’d cut Perry Candless’s trail up north,
J d now leaning |
' down ‘to speak to a small companion, '
was the man she dreaded. Her mind,
that had been almost orderly for a few
moments, became a whirling jumble,
clouded—fogged. Little old Mrs. Gill |
raised her hands nervously to her
head, patting her smooth white hair.
Was she ready? Candless had warn-
ed her that she must be.
(Concluded next week.)
nme fp en
—Vote for William Groh Runkle for
District Attorney and secure to the
county an experienced man for that
important office. :
HELPING THE HUNTERS
TO KEEP WITHIN THE LAW.
Three times this year we have pub-
lished the game and fish laws of Penn-
sylvania. Almost daily we have in-
quiries from readers as to this, that
or the other changes that have been
made in the laws.
The season is at hand and it is pos-
sible that now since the thought of
sportsmen are concentrating more on
the woods they will clip this out and
carry it with them until after its close.
In camps, in stores and every place
sportsmen gather there are invaria-
bly arguments over this or that fea-
ture of the law. And it is surprising
how many things we know when we
aren’t asked about them and how un-
certain we are of our knowledge when
it is put to the test. Therefor we sug-
gest that you cut out the following
and keep it handy for reference:
Blackbirds and upland or grass plo-
ver, August 1 to November 30.
Rail and reedbird, sandpiper, cur-
lew or any other kind of shore bird,
except elsewhere designated, Septem-
ber 1 to November 30.
Woodcock and Wilson or Jack snipe,
October 1 to November 30.
All birds known as wild waterfowl,
coots or mud hens and gallinules,
October 1 to January 15.
Raccoon, October 1 to Jaunary 15.
Wild turkey, ruffed grouse (com-
monly called pheasants), male ring-
neck pheasants, Virginia partridge,
commonly called quail, Gamber quail,
valley quail and Hungarian quail, and
grey, black and fox squirrels, Novem-
ber 1 to November 30.
Red squirrel, November 1 to August
15 next following.
Wild rabbit and hare, November 1
to December 15.
Male deer with two or more points
to one antler, December 1 to Decem-
ber 15.
Bag limits are fixed as follows:
Wild turkey, one in a season; ruffed
grouse, three in a day, 15 in a season;
male ringneck pheasants, two in a day,
six in a season; quail, known as part-
ridges of the combined kinds, eight in
a day 25 in a season; woodcock, six in
a day, 20 in a season; squirrels, in-
cluding fox, black and grey, six in a
day, 20 in a season; wild rabbits, five
in a day, 30 in a season; hares, three
in a day, 15 in a season; wild ducks,
combined kinds, 15 in a day, 60 in a
season; wild geese, five in a day, 60 in
a season; brant, five in a day, 30 in a
season; bear, one in a season; bear by
hunting party, four either in a day or
in a season; deer, one in a season;
deer, by a hunting party, six in a day
or six in a season; elk, one in a sea-
son, either by individual hunter or by
hunting party.
THE FISHING CODE.
The new fishing code for the State
of Pennsylvania, which becomes ef-
fective January 1, has a number of
changes as follows:
1. Reduction in the age limit un-
der the resident fisherman’s license
from 18 to 16 years.
2. To non-resident fisherman’s law
is made reciprocal but in no instance
is the license to be less than $2.50.
3. Fishing devices are restricted to
two rods, two lines and one hand line.
4. Special devices for which per-
mits are issued have been done away
with entirely.
5. The season on bass, pike, perch
pickerel, muscallonge, etc., will close
the first day of December instead of
the 30th.
The creel limits have been changed
with the exception of the trout.
—Vote for William Groh Runkle for
District Attorney and secure to the
county an experienced man for that
important office.
meet ese ff emeesestenee——
VEGETABLE GARDENERS
TO ENJOY BIG PROGRAM.
Vegetable gardeners and fruit grow-
ers of Pennsylvania will have four big
days of good things at the second Hor-
ticulture week of The Pennsylvania
State College, November 17 to 20.
While many of the sessions will be for
both fruit and vegetable growers, the
two groups will discuss problems pe-
culiar to their own lines in separate
meetings.
The garden men will launch into a
discussion of better varieties for qual-
ity products on the very first day of
the program. Seeds and greenhouses
will come in for their share of con-
sideration, too.
New methods in irrigation, rotation,
cover crops, fertilizers, controlling in-
sect pests and diseases and blanching
celery are promised a thorough going
over by the participants. A whole
session will be taken up with market-
ing and storage problems. All of the
questions will be discussed in an in-
formal manner. There are to be no
set lectures or speeches. Practical ex-
periences will contribute much to the
discussions. :
Several refrigerator cars will be
furnished by the Pennsylvania rail-
road and members of the division of
perishable freight inspection of that
road will be present to demonstrate
proper and . improper loading, good
and poor packages, and other prob-
lems of the transportation of fruits
and vegetables.
The recreational side of the week
promises to be a drawing card. Chief
among the features provided is the
big horticultural banquet, which will
consist almost entirely of products
grown on the college farm. |
—Vote for William Groh Runkle for
District Attorney and secure to the
county an experienced man for that
God Save the Commonwealth. I, E. R.
Taylor, High Sheriff of the County of Cen-
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
3rd OF NOVEMBER, 1925,
for the purpose of electing the several per-
sons hereinafter named, to wit:
One person for Judge of
Court.
One person for Judge of the Court of
Common Pleas.
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 befong} of
Bellefonte, in the Undine Fire Co. building.
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,
room at Runkle’s hotel.
For the borough of Howard, at the pub-
lic 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 ef the borough of
Philipsburg, 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 borcugh 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
Precinct—on Frazier street, at the Fire-
men’s Hall.
For the berough 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 jownshib 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-
cinet, 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.
Sinkabine at Penn Hall. .
For the township of Gregg, West Pre-
cinet, in the Vocational school room at
Spring Mills.
the Superior
in a
eich school house in the village of Wood-
ward.
For the township of Haines, West Pre-
cinet, at the residence of E. A. Bower,
Aaronsburg.
For the township of Halfmoon, in I. O.
O. F. Hall, in the village of Stormstown. ;
cinct, in the building owned by Harry Mec-
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,
township public building.
For the township of Huston,
for that candidate.
For the township of Harris, East Pre-
in the
in the
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
Sheriff's Election Proclamation. .
lowpship building erected in the village of
ulian. !
For the township of Liberty, East Pre-
cinect, at the school house in Eagleville,
For the township of Liberty, West Pre-
cinct, at the school house at Monument.
For the township of Marion, at the
Grange Hall in the village of Jacksonville.
isi de a
al e dwelling house of G. H. Showers, a
Wolf's Store. 7a
For the township of Miles, Middle Pre-
cinct, in Bank building, at Rebersburg.
For the township of Miles, West Pre-
cinct, at the store room of Elias Miller, in
us: hip of Pat
or the township of Patton, in the sho
of John Hoy, at Waddle. Pp
For the township of Penn, in a building
formerly owned by Luther Guisewite, at
Oe t hip of P
or the township of Potter, North Pre-
cinet, at the Old Fort hotel. ?
For the township of Potter, South Pre-
$inct, at the hotel in the village of Potters
8.
For the township of Potter, West Pre-
Sth at the store of George Meiss, at Col-
Pr.
For the township of Rush, North Pre-
cinct, at the Township Poor House.
For the township of Rush, East Pre-
cinct, 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, East
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-
cinct, ‘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 Jokn C. Mulfinger, in Pleasant Gap.
For the township of Spring, West Pre-
ones in the township building at Cole-
ville.
For the township of Taylor, in the house
Srevied for the purpose at Leonard Merry-
n’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-
cinct, 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 wiil
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 accompa-
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 ins
For the township of Haines, East Pre- mepgcian, JIdge or lother mide or
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
2 3, lock 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.
To vote for a person 'vhose 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.
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.
For an office where more than one candidate is to Le 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.
This shall count as a
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 Doriocratie
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 One)
John D. Decker
Republican
James C. Condo
Democratic
important office.