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Bellefonte, Pa., February 25, 1927.
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LET ME DIE AT HOME.
Written for the Watchman years ago by
the late John P. Mitchell.
Though wide my footsteps chance to stray
From home and friends my heart holds
dear,
With none to light life's rugged way,
Or drop a sympathetic tear,
I still have faith to struggle on,
Hoping for brighter scenes on high,
If, when life's sands are nearly run,
My footsteps lead me home to die.
When from time’s cold and lidless eye
My humble name is rudely torn,
May friends press round to see me die
On whom 1 looked in childhood’s morn;
On my cold brow may no hard hand
In mocking sympathy be lain,
When spirit forms around me stand,
And feebly throbs the weary brain.
When earth is fading from my sight,
And, 'mid the shadows of the tomb,
My glazing eye beholds the light
Of spectral tapers in the gloom,
May friendly faces on me beam,
And loved ones catch my latest breath,
That I may calmly close life’s dream
In the realities of death.
Tis said that when the stiff’ning clay
Has ceased to throb with life's warm tide,
No matter how ‘tis borne away,
Or who, or what lies by its side;
But could I sleep in peace for aye,
With none but strangers slumb’ring near,
Where no kind friend would ever stray,
Above my grave to shed a tear?
Oh, let my days pass where they may,
But when to time I say farewell,
May my last hour of earthly day
Be passed where first life's sunbeams fell;
Let faces that smiled o'er my head
When youth's fresh flow’rs were blooming
fair,
Be thronging round my dying bed,
To breathe for me a parting prayer.
The path of life is dark and drear,
Pass through its windings as we may,
And lights and shades are blended here
As twilight mingles night and day;
I ask of fate, whate'er my doom,
Where’er in life I chance to roam,
That, when Death wraps me in its gloom,
My last of Earth may be at home.
Traveling Through France.
i AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
£. S—
7 By Rev. L. M. Colfelt D. D.
Normandy, though one of the rich-
est and most beautiful provinces of
France, as well as the most accessible,
is less known to tourists than many
parts of Europe less attractive in
natural features and with less that
can reward curiosity. The ordinary
holiday maker at once goes far afield
to the Alps, to the banks of the Po
or Tiber, to the Moorish monuments
of Spain, perhaps to North Africa.
If on his return he casts a hasty look
at renovated Rouen during a pause
in his journey from Paris to Dieppe,
he thinks he has paid sufficient at.
tention to a district of minor inter-
est which few talk of having visited
and for which the modern caravans of
tourists are rarely organized. It is
rather the person of special tastes
who makes the easy pilgrimage to the
Cathedral of Beauvais, studies the no-
ble proportions of St. Ouen, or the
grand relics of the Norman architec-
ture of the 11th century at Caen. To
this class of travellers, the quaint lit-
tle town of Honfleur, just over the
Seine from Havre, nestling amid
trees and green hills, will always have
interest. As we steam across the
water, the villas and chalets play bo-
peep among the hills that line the
cliffs and we fancy that the landscape
must have strayed from an inland re-
treat to this sea-board. Our fellow
passengers on deck are numerous and
miscellaneous, a curious assemblage
of peasant women, fish, mussels,
quackling ducks and crowing cocks en-
route for sale. By our side an objec-
tionable man, with the appearance of
an ostiler, puffs cheap tobacco smoke
in our faces and we look as uncom-
fortable as we feel. But who shall as-
sert that French gallantry perished
with the monarchy? Our ostiler has
the manner of a prince and on discov-
ering that his cigar interferes with
our comfort not only throws away the
offending luxury, but with a profusion
of apologies, makes a stupendous bow!
It was a really well executed bow,
with the lifted hat, the sweeping ex-
tension of the arm, the inflection of
the body while the respectful smile
seemed to bespeak that the author of
that magnanimous performance mur-
mured inwardly, “I think I did that
rather well.” Description renders
such an exhibition ludicrous, but it
was a deference so striking that the
memory of it has survived for more
than forty years. Indeed this is an
element of French character worthy
of universal imitation, we mean their
civility and polite manners. We know
not what correlation there may be be-
tween the inner state and the outward
manifestation though there is an old
saw that says, “Manners Maketh
Man,” but sure we are that conscious-
ly or unconsciously from peasant to
count in their habitual attitude toward
each other as well as in casual rela-
tionship to strangers, the French peo-
ple exhibit to an unrivalled degree the
grace of courtesy. It would be a great
error to suppose this is all veneer,
merely acquisition, the fruit of long
study. History shows us that the race
has been what it is since Louis Treize
was King, yea, since Strabo wrote,
“The Greeks and the Romans distin-
guished the ancient Celts from all tha
people comprehended under the name
of barbarians because of their polite-
ness,” It is therefore inheritance and
“to the manner born,” ingrained in the
very web of French society. It lends
a subtle charm to all intercourse, a
charm as discernible on the street as
in the drawing room, among the bur-
geoise as amid the higher classes.
But we have almost forgotten ‘our
destinalion in our meditation upoh
French civility. We are aroused how-
ever, from our reverie, by the bustle
of landing amid such a collection of
crowded docks, picturesque wharves,
tortuous streets, old world buildings
as must drive an artist wild. Scramb-
ling up the steep street we reach the
place whereon stands the Beacon
Church of Honfleur. The steeple
seems to have had a quarrel with the
building and walked off to settle down
some yards further. The building
is undoubtedly aged and perhaps has
survived the 1500 years claimed. Its
look of utter decrepitude certainly
does not belie its antiquity. Its most
interesting feature is the votive offer-
ings to be seen in the interior, dedi-
cated throughout the centuries to the
church by Norwegian sailors grateful
for deliverance from the perils of the
sea. What Deal is to England, Hon-
fleur has been to France in the bye-
gone centuries, the landing place for
Norwegian ship timber, evidence of
which remains, not only in votive of-
ferings but in language and customs
of the people.
But Honfleur is not only distin-
guished by the ancient curiosities in its
Beacon Church but for its marble
beds, the deposits of ancient Caspean
Seas and forever famous for the dis-
covery of the oldest forms of fossil
life in the shape of the remains of the
marine reptiles called Ichthyosaurs
but of which the celebrated Cuvier ar-
ticulated the new species of animal
creation which revolutionized the zo-
ology of the world. He proved thereby
the existence, in past geologic ages, of
an order of reptiles differing wholly
from any that now frequent land or
sea. These monsters may well be
compared to chimeras engendered by
the imagination, exhibiting as they do,
the singular spectacle of a head like
a dolphin, with the teeth of a croco-
dile placed at the extreinity of a long
neck consisting of eighty vertebrae at-
tached to the body of a lizard. Even
so famous a naturalist as Cuvier
would have failed to convince the
scientific world of the existence of
such an ancient monster but for the
discovery of many like-fossil remains.
At Boulogne, in the quarries of Caen,
in the strata of Montmartre, Belle-
ville, Montmorency in the calcareous
marl of Orleans and on the Rhenish
limits of France, bones were charac-
ter as to prove beyond a doubt the ex-
istence of gramnivorous animals rad-
ically different from any now found
on the earth’s surface. The only ani-
mals to which they bear the faintest
resemblance are the tapirs that exist
at present in the new world.
But our visit to Honfleur was not
to see old world buildings and antedi-
luvian skeletons but to see and hear
Leon Gambetta, who was to appear
in the theatre of the Place Thiers and
distribute the prizes to the more
studious scholars of the Lycee. It
was an educational miseenscene which
probably only France, with its love of
“effect” could produce. The boxes,
galleries and back pit were filled with
a well-dressed throng, plentifully
sprinkled among whom were divers of-
ficials, solemnly imposing in their
uniforms dear to French hearts. The
pit itself was filled with young colleg- |
ians in their Lycee uniforms. Car-
peted steps, flanked with a profusion
of beautiful flowers, lead to the stage,
on which are seated the professors and
in the center, Gambetta, backed by a
flag, surrounded bust of the Republic.
As the scholars receive their prizes,
the place echoes wth applause and
they are recalled again and again, the
faces of professors beam all over, and
one young teacher goes to the length
of saluting his smiling pupils on both
cheeks. The band strikes up at fre-
quent intervals and altogether it is
a theatrical performance that marks
the turning points in these young
lives.
Upon the conclusion of the school
exercises, Gambetta was introduced
amid acclamations and Viva la Repub-
lique, long continued. His address
was brief, congratulating them on the
interest in education they displayed
and it was devoted chiefly to the ne-
cessity of all France to champion and
establish Universal Education, as the
most vitally important means by
which the Republic was to be con-
served and consolidated. Though
there were no impassioned flights of
oratory, he was a very vivacious and
magnetic speaker and had a rapid ut-
terance. The evidence of vitality
leapt out of every movement yet every
movement was graceful. The rapid
play of physiognomy, the twisting of
the shoulders, the nervous oratory of
the hands, all these enforced the sen-
timents and ideas of the speaker and
bespoke what he was, the most elo-
quent orator of France. The manner
was half the eloquence. :
On the next Sabbath, while at
Havre, the National Election took
place. A scene of extraordinary ac-
tivity presented itself at the Hotel De
Ville. The fate of the presiding Gov-
ernment, of which Gambetta was the
chief factor turned upon the event.
The conduct of the voters was admir-
able. No rowdiness, no drunkenness,
only chatter. The wonderful facility
of the French in talk is a great safe-
ty valve by which hot passions largely
evaporate. They discuss only the re-
sult of the election, not to France, but
to Gambetta. The eyes of all France
are turned toward this, the greatest
citizen. His enemies were far more
numerous than we had dreamed.
“What is the cause of your choler
against Gambetta?” we asked. “His
prodigious promises; his petite ful-
fillments” was the answer. “He has
promised education for all children,
promised separation of Church and
State, promised in a moment of flat-
tery of the crowd, non armee—no
army. Impossible!” they exclaim with
a tremendous shrug. And so Gam-
betta was impaled as many a great
politician before and since by his own
promises which, when the opportun-
ity of power comes, it reveals that
the promises have been found too
large by far to be carried out. Al-
ready the election presaged his down-
fall. The bulletin announced his mor-
al defeat, that is, his election by so
small a majority as to sensibly im-
pair his prestige. “Gambetta est 'per-
du” Gambetta is lost, his eneinies
cry. In fine, just as many a popular
Preacher lives to preach to ‘empty
benches, as many ‘a stdtesman is
thst headlong down from the ‘pinna-
‘tle ‘of his power, Bo Gambetta was
swiftly approaching the hour when
the crowds that cheered him to the
echo would greet him with never a
Viva la Premiere Citoyen. Building
his power on popular applause rather
than popular conscience, his brilliant
career ended in early eclipse, personal
disappointment and a tragical death.
On the elevated cliffs in the sub-
urbs of Havre overlooking the North
Sea was the summer residence of
Sarah Bernhardt. It was a large and
imposing Chateau but occupied a sing-
ularly bleak position without a trec
or shrub to cover down the utter bar-
reness and nakedness of the land. On
the bill board of the principal theatre
in Havre, the announcement was made
that the great actress would make 2
single appearance in one of her great
roles. The opportunity was not neg-
lected to hear this famous woman in
her own land and tongue. I shall not
forgat while life lasts the marvellous
tonal quality of her voice as it was
heard for the first time as she came
upon the stage, falling as it did upon
the ear for perhaps a minute before
her presence was revealed, clear as a
silver bell with an indescribable
sweetness of tone and soundness of
timbre, penetrating without the slight-
est effort the vast and crowded
theatre. The play was a rather au-
dacious one, reproducing the Biblical
story of the Samaritan Woman at Ja-
cob’s Well. And the greatest encom-
ium that could be passed upon it was
that there was nothing suggestive of
sacrilege in the representation but it
was reverent to a degree. It repro-
duced the scene of the woman draw-
ing water, the memorable conversa-
tion, the arrival of the disciples as
they returned from the purchase of
food in the city, their astonishment
over the condescension of the Gali-
lean Prophet in talking with this alien
woman, the frugal meal of the little
company of disciples seated upon the
ground closing with the gates of the
distant city thrown open and a vast
crowd rushing forth to see and hear
for themselves the words of this
stranger Prophet who had made such
a stir in the land, closing with the
apostrophe of Jesus at the sight in
the well known words, “Say not three
months and then cometh harvest!
Lift up your eyes and behold the
fields white already to the harvest!”
and the willing homage of the crowds
who now believed not from the wo-
man’s report, but from what they
themselves saw and heard. There was
nothing strained or suggestive of art-
ifice in the role of this gifted woman.
Her action was free from the excess
of gesticulation common in French
histrionic performances and restrained
to a degree. Indeed her perfect nat-
uralness was in evidence from first to
last. But the most indelible impres-
sion left upon the mind was that of a
voice, limpid, pure as a tinkling moun-
tain rivulet, a voice such as I never
before heard upon earth nor expect
to hear this side of the angelic choir.
I came from the performance with the
conviction that the soubriquet of the
“Divine Sarah” was well deserved.
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Free Farm Bulletins.
The Pennsylvania. Department of
Agriculture at Harrisburg has avail-
able for distribution to farmers a
number of valuable bulletins on im-
portant farm subjects. Farmers de-
siring copies of bulletins in which they
are directly interested should desig-
nate the bulletin number and the sub-
ject and address their requests to the
Bulletin Editor, State Department of
Agriculture, Harrisburg, Pa. The list
of available bulletins follows:
Bulletin Subject
Number
261 Sour Soils and Liming
340 The Brown Rot of Fruits
361 An Explanation of the Penn-
sylvania Seed Law. °
369 The Apple Industry of Penn-
sylvania.
371 The Cigar Tobacco Industry
of Pennsylvania.
390 The Japanese Beetle in
Pennsylvania. :
393 Problems in Marketing
Pennsylvania Wheat.
398 Scale Insects Injurious in
Pennsylvania.
404 Bovine Infectious Abortion.
405 Oriental Fruit Moth.
407 The Farm Electrified. ;
408 The Vegetable Industry of
Pennsylvania.
412 How Farmers Can Secure
Electric_Service by Coop-
erative Effort.
415 Re ot of Seed Analysis,
1925.
416 Pennsylvania Weeds.
417 e Mexican Bean Beetle in
Pennsylvania.
418 The Peach Tree Borer and
Its Control.
422 Feeding Stuffs Report, 1925.
424 County and State Organiza-
: tions, 1926.
425 Fertilizer Report, 1925.
427 Annual Report, 1925.
428 Pennsylvania as a Market
for Potatoes
429 Cooperative Buying and
Selling by Farmers.
437 Some Phases of Taxation in
Pennsylvania.
Green Feeds Good For Laying Flocks.
The feeding of green food to the
laying flock is considered essential by
many of Centre county’s best poul-
trymen. The question as to how much
to feed is widely discussed as some
feel that too much can be fed, while
others are of the opposite opinion.
Five pounds of green food per 100
hens per day, is considered a sufficient
amount for the laying flock. While
no single green food is recommended,
it is definitely known that cabbage,
sprouted oats and carrots are wexcel-
lent green feeds.
—Between Thanksgiving and De-
cember 17th, the U. S. department for
the transmission of money orders is-
sued 541,738 money orders to foreign
countries and involving an exchange
of '$7;836,288.57. And more amazing
is the fact that this is an increase of
‘$1{018,154.65 over ‘the money issued to
foreign countries for the Christmas
season of 1925. ‘Great Britain of all
European ‘coutitries, shows a decrease.
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Scrapple and Pawn Haus are Glorified
Pig.
While the casual breakfaster may
not know what the scrapple is with
which he fortifies himself for the
day’s grind, there is a literature on
the subject, written chronicles that £0
back to 1789. And for decades before
that the Dutch hanusfrauen in Penn-
ivanie turned out their “Pawn-
aus.”
“PAWN-HAUS” SCRAPPLE’'S ANCE S-
TOR .
Pawn-haus, originally probably only
pork gravy and cornmeal, is the
worthy ancestor of the scrapple of to-
day. Were it not for pawn-haus, an
economical dish discovered when pork
was rare but cornmeal was plentiful
in the Colony, there probably never
would have been evolved the scrapple
of a hundred thousand breakfast
tables in these fat times.
There are scoffers, of course, who
aver that scrapple is not of native
origin. They say that the early set-
tlers hrought their recipes for pawn-
haus from the Rhineland, whence they
came. Ask these inconoclasts whence
their proof comes and they point back
to one Benjamin Rush, who published
a pamphlet in 1789 entitled “An Ac-
count of the Manners of the German
Inhabitants of Pennsylvania.”
But if they will read this work of
the learned writer to the end, they will
, discover that travelers returning to
i Europe from Philadelphia carried en-
thusiastic accounts of two Pennsyl-
vania delicacies—scrapple and cinna-
man buns.
EVEN PARIS ORDERS SCRAPPLE.
In all the world there is only one
real and veritable scrapple, and that, is
a product of Philadelphia. Packers in
the West have attempted to make and
market scrapple, and chefs de cuisines
from many famous hotels and restau-
rants have come here to learn its se-
cret, and 211 have failed. Scrapple is
exotic to all the rest of the created
universe, although in recent years a
large shipping industry has been de-
veloping out of Philadelphia. Orders
come even from Paris.
Many have been the arguments
about the origin of the spicy, succu-
lent Philadelphia breakfast mainstay,
and regarding its ingredients Jesse L,.
Rosenberger in his book “The Penn-
sylvania German,” makes mention of
scrapple, which he describes as a “con-
coction of sausage broth and corn
meal, one of the more common dishes
of the later times,” but he does not
include it in his list of foods of the
pioneers.
It would seem that the early Ger-
man houswife cheated the forefather
of scrapple when she made pawn-haus
and as the Colony prospered and the
settlers had more livestock, she was
able to add more savory items of pork
to the corn meal and to season it with
spices. Hence scrapple.
A NEW SCAPPLE STORY.
Gibbons in an article published in
1869 writes of “Our Dutch neighbors
making liverwurst and omitting the
meal” and of “Pawn-haus from a. li-
quor in which pudding meat was boil-
ed with corn meal added.” This var-
iety of pawn-haus was taken to the
markets in the larger towns.
A venerable resident of Philadel-
phia declares that his grandfather and
others of German descent made scrap-
ple in 1826. And so it seems scrap-
ple has the dignity of an early institu-
tion.
One of the big Philadelphia plants
used ten huge iron kettles, each with
a capacity of 900 pounds. During
October, November and December,
height, these kettles are filled twice
daily, turning out 18,000 pounds in
nine hours.
TRY THIS IN YOUR KITCHENETTE.
And now we have the recipe for
scrapple, or as much of it as we lay
consumers are ever apt to get. It was
furnished through the courtesy of a
Philadelphia packer. It is simple, as
far as it goes, but might be burden-
some for kitchenettes. It follows:
Take 700 pounds of hogs’ heads and
fifty pounds of hogs’ hearts. Place to-
gether in a rope net in a kettle with
sufficient water to cover, and boil for
two hours for stock. Take out and re-
move all bones from the meat and run
through a grinder. Put the ground
meat back into the kettle with 100
pounds of cornmeal and fifteen pounds
of rye flour and 300 pounds of lean
pork trimmings. Boil three and a half
hours, stirring constantly.
Then add the spices. What spices?
Ah, that’s the real secret and only a
few persons know, and they won’t tell.
It is the spices that give to scrapple
its inimitable flavor. Without these,
scrapple is only pawn-haus.
And here’s a new scrapple story
that was recently added to the legion
that has been gathered. It seemsa
Philadelphian sent scrapple to a sister
living back in the scrapple-less Hinter-
land near the Rocky Mountains. Com-
pany came for dinner and she offered
them a treat.
“Brother sent me some scrapple
from Philadelphia,” she gurgled.
“Isn’t that grand ?”
But it was her first contact with
scrapple and it wasn’t a success.
She served it as a dessert with sugar
and cream.
Radio Popularity Grows with Farmers.
The enthusiasm for radio among
Pennsylvania farmers continues to run
high, if recent figures are in indica-
tive. L. H. Wible, Director, Bureau of
Statistics, State Department of Agri-
culture, estimates that 27,863 farms
were equipped with radio on January
1, 1927, as compared with 14,933 on
January 1, 1925.
While the largest number of radios
are found on farms in counties near
Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, there has
been a surprising increase during the
two years in the more remote counties.
. The radio appears to be making a
place for itself in farm life, as essen-
tial for both pleasure and business, as
the automobile and telephone.
On January first of this year the
radios on Jefferson county farms is
estimated ‘at 883; Clearfield county
146; Clarion 308; Indiana 404.
when the scrapple season is at its |
SRE
Law Favorite Profession of Pennsyl-
| vania Governors.
|
~The study of the law has been the
favorite ladder up which men have
climbed to the position of first citizen
of Pennsylvania.
Fourteen of Pennsylvania’s Gov-
ernors had been engaged in the legal
profession sometime in their career
before entering public life. The lat-
est of these is Governor John S. Fisher,
also at one time a school teacher, as
were seven chief executives of the
Keystone State since the constitution
of 1790.
Mercantile pursuits have sent five
candidates to success as Governor and
next in numerical strength were grad-
uates from the newspaper profession
with four representatives.
Two farmers and two manufacturers
became Governors of the State while
other professions represented by one
each were soldier, minister, civil en-
gineer, baseball player and forester,
the latter being Gifford Pinchot.
Many of Pennsylvania’s Governors
represent more than one profession in
the list.
Thomas Mifflin, who served from
1790 to 1799 followed mercantile pur-
suits up to the time he entered public
life. Thomas McKear who followed
him from 1799 to 1808 was a lawyer
while Simon Snyder, his successor, the
Governor from 1808 to 1817 was in a
mercantile business.
William Findley, from 1817 to 1820,
was the first farmer to be elected Gov-
ernor. Previously he served in var-
ious public offices. Joseph Hiester,
1820 to 1823, became a soldier after
a few years of following mercantile
pursuits and John Shulze from 1823
to 1829 was six years a minister be-
fore becoming Governor. Later he en-
tered business life. George Wolfe,
1829 to 1835, studied law after finish-
ing his early school education. Be-
fore being admitted to the bar he be-
came a public office holder, finally be-
coming the chief executive.
The second farmer-Governor was
Joseph Ritner, 1828 to 1829, his sue-
cessor David R. Porter, 1839 to 1845
was an iron manufacturer. Next in
line was Francis R. Shunk, 1845 to
1848, teacher and lawyer; William F.
Johnston, 1838 to 1852, lawyer; Wil-
liam Bigler, 1852 to 1855, newspaper
publisher; James Pollock, 1855 to
1858, lawyer; William F. Packer, 1858
to 1861, newspaper publisher; Andrew
Curtin, 1861 to 1867, lawyer; John W.
Geary, 1867 to 1873, school teacher
and civil engineer; John F. Hartranft,
1873 to 1879, lawyer; Henry M. Hoyt,
, 1879 to 1883, lawyer and school teach-
er.
Robert E. Pattison, 1883 to 1887, a
lawyer early in his career, was the
only Governor to be re-elected for the
second term. He served his second
term from 1891 to 1895 succeeding
James A. Beaver, a lawyer who served
between the two terms. Daniel Hart-
man Hastings, 1895 to 1899, was a
school teacher, editor and lawyer while
his successor, William A. Stone, 1899
to 1903, was an attorney. Samuel
Whitaker Pennypacker who served
from 1899 to 1903 was a school teach- be
er.
Five of Governor Fisher's immedi-
ate predecessors are living. Idwin
S. Stuart who served from 1907 to
1911 was a book store proprietor be-
fore becoming Governor. John K.
Tener from 1911 to 1915 was a base-
ball player in his early days and a
manufacturer before entering the gov-
ernorship; Martin G. Brumbaugh a
school teacher and school superinten-
dent; W. C. Sproul was a newspaper
published and Gifford Pinchot a for-
ester.
Few of World’s Great Cut Hours of
Sleep.
+ It is often said of great men that
they needed and took but few hours
of sleep. It is true that in their de-
sire to accomplish as much work as
possible they have spent no more
hours in bed than was necessary, but
those who found that less than six or
eight hours would suffice them were
very few. Alexander von Humboldt,
Linnaeus, Cuvier, Dumas, Bismar’
and the composer, Dvorak, are all the
four-hour sleepers I have come upon
in a long list of distinguished men.
Napoleon, who is sometimes mention-
ed in this class, took from six to eight
hours and did not hesitate to nap in
the daytime and even in the midst of
: conversation. He could go for long
periods without sleep, but he always
condemned himself to correspondingly
long periods of rest afterwards, sleep-
ing on one occasion for 35 hours at a
stretch.
Goethe was a very sound sleeper,
and Descartes, who is said to have
| done more original work than any man
‘of his century, slept a great deal.
| Brahms could sleep at will and under
any conditions, and Dumas, “after
writing for some hours at a stretch,
would suddenly fling himself on his
bed, and in a few seconds be sound
asleep; 15 or 20 minutes later he would
wake up again with equal abruptness
and return to work—a giant refresh-
ed.”—Scientific Monthly.
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Bill for Mothers’ Assistance Fund.
A bill providing for a State ap-
propriation of $4,000,000 to the Moth-
ers’ Assistance Fund for the biennium
1927-28 has béen introduced in the
House of Representatives at Harris-
burg by Mrs. Lillie H. Pitts, of Phila-
delphia. The bill, which was desig-
nated as H722, was referred to the
House Committee on Appropriations.
In urging full legislative support
of the proposed four million State ap-
propriation, Stanley Bright, of Read-
ing, chairman of the Statewide Moth-
i Assistance Campaign Committee,
said:
“The Governor's budget for 1927-
1929 recommends an appropriation of
$2,000,000 for the Mothers’ Assistance
Fund, an increase of $250,000 over the
last biennium. The budget recom-
mendation says: ‘As this amount is
matched by the counties, accepting the
provisions of the Acts of Assembly,
$4,000,000 will be available for this
purpose.” ”
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RE . =
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT.
When husband and wife, in their lives,
combine,
Each only lives for the other's sake;
They are two silk threads which a man
may twine
Into one strong cord that no force can
break.
—Chinese Poetry.
—The straight, simple, classic line:
is being retained. If anything, it is
more adhered to this year than it was.
last season. Aagainst this back-
ground, thousands of rich details are:
being shown, and in these details.
chiefly reside the new elements of the-
new model. They have not yet been.
made, but I am illustrating this arti-
cle by drawings of my latest creations,
and the spring models will be char-
acterized by certain trends that are
plainly observed in these. The styles
change slowly nowadays, and every
new gown I present suggests the big-
ger change of subsequent ones. Every
light change is part of a considerable
change.
The spring dresses will be gay, but I
cannot say that they will be more:
trimmed than last season. The big dif-
ference is that they will be trimmed
with springtime and summery things
i instead of those that blend with the
feeling of winter. A spring dress will
always look more trimmed than a win-
ter dress, even if the amount of trim-
ming on both is the same. It is part
of the natural quality of a spring gar-
ment to look trimmed.
Lames will remain popular in my
collection. Silver and gold lame, apart
from their stateliness and practical
advantages, make women look young,
and an important step toward making
a woman look elegant is to make her
look young; not because age cannot be
elegant as well as youth—far be it
from the truth!—but because a wo-
man looks more elegant when she
feels self-confident and self-contained.
And I am sure that a woman who
thinks she looks young feels all of
these, and consequently endows her-
self with the advantages which they
induce.
Of course, the great factor in dress
elegance is personality, and, no mat-
ter how much personality a woman
may have, it will be repressed if she
does not feel comfortable, physically
and mentally.
The idea of a favorite color has for
long been a well-known personal note
in dress, and many women have re-
tained their individuality in this man-
ner, making the same color recur
time and {ime again in what they
wear.
Better still than one color is one
note in the jewelry. Consider a wo-
man who always wears pieces of jade.
One day it may be a necklace, an-
other day a ring, later a brooch or a
ring of a bracelet. Maybe it is in an
ornament on her hat only. But al-
ways you see jade about her some-
where. You begin to identify jade
with her personality. When you see
| jade elsewhere it recalls her. She may
a thousand miles away, but you
smell her perfume and visualize her fa-
miliar walk or smile or mode of
speech. :
If she wore coral, instead, or amber
or jet, the same note could be struck
and held. She should wear, of course,
the one that pleases her most and is
best adapted to her personality. I
know a woman who wears silver jew-
elry. She was made to wear silver,
and so true is this that if she wears
gold it looks out of place, just as an
apron would on a cow.
| —Almost every one is wearing a
corselette these days, it seems, and
‘there is no doubt that a corselette
{ does give one a smooth foundation for
| the straight up-and-down frock that
:is the mode. But when one has a
i large abdomen and a diaphragm that
| bulges as it should not, then the cor-
! selette must be selected with special
care. A figure of this description
; needs the corselette with an inner cor-
set like piece that holds it in snugly,
| Yet comfortably, while the corselette
{on the outside still gives the smooth,
dnbroken slender line.
| The hat that hides the eyes is be-
| coming rapidly demode, and I am told
by a celebrated modiste in the rue de
la Paix, that she will not present any
models this spring that contribute to
| the continued popularity of this un-
‘lovely and unpractical style. Instead
| of pulling the hat down over the fore-
head the tendency will be to push the
(hat back an inch or two, showing not
only the eyes but the forehead. This
modiste tells me that she is experi-
menting with string as a trimming for
some new hats—not dyed string, or
fancy string. or even silk string, if
you please; but plain, ordinary com-
mon string. This trimming will give
a lace-like edging to “picture” hats
of Bangkok, and other exotic straws,
that will be worn with lace dresses,
making what Mademoiselle Madei-
aine, of Drecoll’s, calls a “lawn en-
semble.” :
The lace dress, by the way, is going
to be seen on all sides. Lace is spring-
like, and lovely, but most of all, it is
feminine to the utmost degree, and
this explains its continued vogue.
Not only in dresses but in lingerie
lace is returning to greater favor than
it has enjoyed during the past few
seasons. The couturiers are employ-
ing lace of various kinds—and all of
them are making some lace dresses-—
but the lingerie makers are interested
chiefly in the insertion type, which
means that the trimming is applied
flat, and not in the old way of frills
and flounces. So there is a new note
in the return of this old trimming,
just as there is something new about
the return of other old elements of
style.
One couturier in the Place Vendome
is using quantities of black lace.
There is in his establishment at least
one gown of solid black lace trimmed
with something pink and gorgeous at
the waist, and other gowns of black
lace are mounted on foundations of
pink that shows through, or pinkish
mauve, or coral or other colors.
Shrimp color and black are favored by
many of the couturiers as a combin-
tion this season.