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Bellefonte, Pa., September 16, 1927.
CE SPAR Eta,
WHEN YOUR SHIP COMES IN.
You've heard folks say—I'll just do that
‘When my ship comes in some day’—
Then they sit around and watch and wait
While time is slipping away.
But how can a ship come sailing in
With all we care most about—
If we haven't worked and done our best
To send a dream ship out?
Jf we haven't had a certain goal
And kept the goal in view,
Believing in it and in our power
To make our dream come true?
‘We haven’t any right to expect
That somebody else—or fate,
Is going to do our work for us
‘While we sit down and wait.
We can’t get anything worth the while
Or that we'll be proud to win,
Unless we pitch in and do our part
To make that ship come in.
For only by giving the best you have
Will your highest dreams come true,
And for every ship you're sending out
A ship will “come in” for you.
—By Evelyn Gage Browne.
ANTOINETTE AND AUGUSTA.
(Cncluded frm last week.)
One morning, in the next week,
when they were shopping on Fifth
Avenue, Antoinette suggested to Au-
gusta that she get her hair bobbed in
the new way originated by Paris and
just then being introduced in New
York.
“You know we are having luncheon
with Harold Warren and his mother,”
she said.
“Oh, bother Harold Warren! He is
only a schoolboy,” Augusta said care-
lessly.
But in spite of her scornful remark,
she was eager enough to have her
hair done the new French way. And
the coiffure was a wonderful success.
Augusta’s eyes were shining with ap-
preciation of its chic. It was very
fashionable and smart. And also it
brought out, as its originator had
planned for it to do, the really lovely,
serene poise of a small head above a
round, slender throat.
“We must call Jimmy now; I want
to ask him to do something for me.”
Antoinette said as they left the hair-
dresser.
They squeezed into the telephone
booth together, half in, half out.
There was a great resemblance of
features between them. Looking at
them, who would know they were
mother and daughter? Who but
think they were sisters instead! And
who but would instantly think the
older, fair-haired, vivacious sister
much prettier and more attractive
than the younger, serious-looking sis-
r!
“Jimmy,” Antoinette called over the
telephone, “I want you to get Mr.
Eberman on the telephone, and ask
him to come with you to tea at our
house on Sunday.”
say now! What do you want with
that old dodger?” His words came
back so loudly, even Augusta heard
the sputter of them in the receiver.
Between Jimmy's voice and Augus-
ta’s questioning gaze, Antoinette was
nonplussed for a moment. Mr. Eber-
man did seem now an incongruous
guest for their household. Yet he had
been an associate of her husband’s in
business, and one of his closest friends
socially. And it was an important
part of Antoinette’s plan that he, and
other people of his age, should soon
ii to Be penociated with her natur-
ally. So she insisted on the invitati
to the Sunday tea. Viste
After the telephone call, Antoinette
and Augusta hurried to the luncheon
engagement with Harold Warren and
his mother. The party was very gay
and intimate, with Harold and Au-
gusta, as always, going off at a great
rate into laughter and repartee.
Antoinette had always thought that
her daughter liked Harold. Warren
best of all her friends. Before this
matter of Jimmy Brown had come up,
both she and Mrs. Warren had taken
it for granted that in a few years,
when Harold had finished college and
had made a start for himself, he and
Augusta would make a match. Only
yesterday Mrs. Warren had spoken to
her about Jimmy Brown, warning her
that Augusta’s head would be turned
by the attentions of an older man
such as he. But what could she re-
ply? Could she say that Jimmy
Brown was really in love with her in-
stead, and she with him, and her hus-
band only six months dead? She had
made some evasive remark about
Jimmy Brown living next door and
naturally taking an interest in Au-
gusta.
During the luncheon now, Augusta
was urged by Harold to take off her
bat and exhibit her new bob. And he
seemed to see somthing new about her
in addition to the bob.
“Say, Augusta, you're almost as
good-looking as your mother!” he ex-
claimed. “I never could even see you
when she was around before—but
some way you are different today.”
“Oh, it’s because I am so much more
experienced than you are. I dazzle
you, old dear,” she replied. “I can
lead a boy like you around by the
nose.”
“Well, Augusta, you may do as you
please with my nose—it’s your nose,
you know.”
“Harold Waren, you do say such
silly things.’
“Oh, I am silly, am I? Only a
schoolboy? Well, I'm not silly
enough to say you are as good-look-
ing as your mother, so there. I take
that back! I was only joking. You
loom large today only because she sits
back and gives you the spotlight!’
It was apparent that this subject
was not a suave one. Yet, naturally,
if Harold had dreamed how untactful
it really had become during the last
few days, he would never have spoken
as he did. He had meant his remarks
as a familiar pleasantry. And a week
ago they would have been taken as he
meant them. But there had been a
psychic change in the atmosphere
during the last week, No one but
Antoinette could have explained this
change, and by her words she only
added to the weight of it. :
“Realy, Eleanor,” she said, turning
to Harold’s mother, “you have no
idea how much older I feel nowadays.
But, after all, I am the mother of a
grown daughter, and I may as well
begin to act my age.” :
“What extraordinary nonsense!”
Mrs. Warren laughed. “Keep the
young folks down, is my motto,” and
she glowered at Augusta and her son.
“Augusta, what have you been doing
to your mother?”
5 Angusts looked startled and trou-
“Yes, you little bean,” Harold
scowled at her, “how do you dare to
sprout? You stick around quietly un-
til I’m through college next year. You
won't be able to bear off any of your
mother’s laurels anyway—unless she
hands ’em to you.”
“Enough quarreling,” Antoinette
said, and shooed the party out of the
restaurant and across town toward the
Fifth Avenue shops.
When Jimmy Brown popped over
avidly before dinner time that evening,
Antoinette was just helping Augusta
into the new frock they had bought
that afternoon after the luncheon
party. The new frock was as short,
to be sure, as a child would wear, and
yet there was something indefinably
mature about it. It was a clever
frock, and Antoinette had selected it
only after the most careful appraisal.
It was not only immensely becoming
to Augusta, but it also subtly added
at least five years to her age. The
right shade of lipstick then, the light-
est brushing back of the chic, mar-
celled bob, a platinum and emerald
bracelet, a single string of fine, small
pearls—and in Augusta, the flapper’s,
shoes stood Augusta, the sweetly
serious young woman—quite old
enough, any one would say now, to
marry Jimmy Brown.
Antoinette turned her daughter to
see herself in the long mirror of the
bedroom door.
“What a wonderful frock!” she ex-
claimed.
“Yes,” Antoinette said, turning to
hide her own face.
“I'm so wonderful I'm afraid of
myself. But I like myself a lot!”
“Go downstairs. Jimmy is calling
you,” Antoinette said.
Jimmy was whistling an imperious
summons from the living-room, and
Augusta bounced for the steps. Her
mother reached out a restraining hand
for her arm.
“Go down like a lady, not like a
boy,” she said.
And so, walking before him with a
newly assumed dignity, her crushed-
back exuberance only heightening her
face with color, Augusta gave Jimmy
Brown a thrill of surprise.
“Great Scott,” he gasped. “Is that
you, Augusta?”
Above, listening, Antoinette pressed
her face against her hands.
Augusta did not deign to answer.
She paced across the living-room on’
parade, like a manikin in a fashion
show, Jimmy falling back before her.
“You—you sure are the cat’s whisk-
ers, Augusta,” he said. “That your
mother’s dress?”
“Mother’s dress!” she flared at him.
“Can't I even have a dress of my
own? I'm tired of having mother
thrown in my face!”
Antoinette shrank as if some one
had struck her. Somehow, in that in-
stant, she remembered when Augusta
was born. It had been in this room—
she remembered the night, the an-
guish, the pain. She remembered the
long hard convalescence afterward;
remembered that never to this day
had she quite got back the strength
she had lost in that night’s battle for
Augusta's life.
“Oh, God, make me old quickly!”
i prayed. “Do make me old quick-
And she closed the door in order not
to hear them laughing below.
Antoinette was tempted almost be-
yond her strength to go to bed, to es-
cape by that means from the dinner
and the evening. But she had made her
plans, and she set herself to carry
them out to the last letter.
Now, at the very moment Jimmy
Brown was dazzled by the apparition
of the new Augusta, Antoinette had
planned that he must have even an
exaggeratingly contrasting picture of
what the mother of a beautiful young
woman is supposed to be.
She hastily washed her face and did
not use any rouge or lipstick or pow-
der. She put on her most unbecoming
dress. She flattened her wavy hair a
little over her brow. With a grim
smile she saw that she did not need to
droop her shoulders purposely—they
drooped naturally now. And the line
of her mouth sagged downward at the
corners.
“It is certainly easy enough for a
woman to be unattractive,” she mur-
mured, as she switched off the light
and felt her way down the steps in her
flat-heeled shoes.
Fortunately, to her astonishment
even, there was no acting required of
her that evening. All she had to do,
apparently, was to dress Augusta up
and let her ripple, and to dress her-
self down and keep silent. Youth was
not slow to see its own chance and
take it!
If Jimmy noticed how dreadful she
looked, he, presumably, thought she
never had really looked any other
way! Apparently he accepted the
idea that Augusta’s sudden revelation
of charm was showing her mother up
for the frump she really was.
As for Augusta, to her Jimmy's
admiration was ambrosia. In the
light of his approval she radiated like
a flower under glass in the sun. She
was witty and sparkling for once.
Little beams of light rose in her dark
eyes like bubbles in champagne, and
she preened her fine feathers like a
bird of Paradise. And was not youth
a Paradise enough?
The Sunday tea to which Mr. Eber-
man had been invited came and went.
Antoinette wore the same unbecoming
dress—because she had not had time
to concoct anything else so ugly. Out-
side of the fact that Jimmy stared at
her from time to time in frowning
silence, no one seemed to notice that
she was masquerading. She soon be-
gan to wonder herself if she were.
Augusta wore a new, simple little
frock from Paris—simple in the way
French frocks are always simple—
nothing in itself, but contrived to
make a woman more attractive be-
cause she is a woman. There were
half a dozen young people there—
Harold Warren, as a matter of course,
among the rest. And he was fairly
swept off his feet by Augusta's new
attractiveness and her new manner
that went with it. She did not need
to lead him by the nose; he followed
without being led.
Jimmy was unperturbed by Har-
old’s fatuous antics, although Antoin-
ette could see that he, too, was pat-
ently proud of Augusta, and that he
assumed a certain proprietorship. His
was the right of priority here, on ac-
count of his living next door. His
attitude was that he had Augusta
right here under his wing, while to-
morrow evening this college boy
would be back at Yale. But even
Jimmy Brown’s assurance was a bit
jolted, as Antoinette had intended that
it should be, when Augusta announced
that she was going to a dance at New
Haven with Harold the next evening.
“Ah, ha!” remarked Mr. Eberman,
for even he noted the rivalry of the
moment between Jimmy Brown and
Harold Warren. “See how jealous they
are of each other, these young folks.”
“Yes, they do seem silly to us, their
elders,” Antoinette said, fussing over
the pillows back of the old gentleman
on the divan.
And she settled him so comfortably
that he presently relapsed into a
pleasant Sunday afternoon drowsiness.
And, hearing all the time the laughter
and talking of the young people out-
side on the veranda, Antoirette sat
opposite him. So this was life.
After the guests had gone Augusta
kept repeating Harold’s college jokes
and laughing over them. She had
made an engagement with him for
luncheon on the holiday which came
the next mid-week.
“But what about Jimmy Brown on
the holiday?” Antoinette asked in
surprise. “He, too, will have a holi-
day. And won't you want to be with
him 7”
“Well, I might,” Augusta said. “I
really wish I had not promised Har-
old. But I keep forgetting to be a
wise old owl like Jimmy,” she laugh-
ed. “Jimmy is so much more solemn
than Harold. If one wishes to seem
old, Mother—does one have to work
hard?”
Antoinette rearranged some flow-
ers in a bowl before she answered.
“Yes,” she said, “one does.”
It was even easier than Antoinette
had thought it would be to encourage
Jimmy to fall in love with Augusta!
It seemed that she had only to throw
them constantly together. And his
attention made Augusta fairly bloom,
until any man would have been flat-
tered to feel proprietary. It was true
that he often tried to talk to Antoin-
ette alone, that he sometimes was an-
gry at being evaded. But she always
put him off adroitly and sent him back
to Augusta. Once he rebelled flatly;
announced that he was tired of Au-
gusta and her set, and that he would
amuse them no longer. That was the
evening he refused at the last minute
to take Augusta to a supper-dance at
the Ritz. But Antoinette had the
diplomatic idea of calling Harold
Warren instead and asking him to
meet Augusta at the hotel. And Au-
gusta had the good fortune to go
radiantly. No sooner was she gone
than Antoinette sent Jimmy home.
And so this incident only helped, real-
ly precipitated, his capitulation.
After that evening he was frankly
and avowedly Augusta’s cavalier.
Sometimes, indeed, the role seemed to
bore him. But, after all, Augusta was
growing prettier every day. And who
will not drink sweet cream that is al-
ways within reach?
The weeks sped to the summer va-
cation time, when Antoinette and
Augusta went for a month to the
mountains. Harold Warren bounced
merrily off with them for the whole
month. Jimmy Brown came up for
two weeks. And Mr. Eberman got
himself up for one week-end.
All that long summer month at the
Mountain Inn, Harold Warren was
Augusta’s devoted slave. They were
naturally together every moment, for
horseback riding, for motoring, pic-
nics, tramps. They never seemed to
tire of each other’s companionship.
Antoinette wondered that a chap with
Harold’s spirit could be content to
play second fiddle to Jimmy so frank-
ly. Sometimes she even wondered
how far second he did play. She won-
dered, too, how Augusta could be so
happy with Harold when Jimmy was
away. And she was really beginning
to be uncertain again about the whole
matter, when Augusta suddenly ask-
ed that her engagement to Jimmy be
announced as soon as they were home
from the mountains.
It was on the day they discussed
announcing the engagement that An-
toinette’s mother arrived. She was
shocked at her daughter’s appearance.
“Antoinette, are you ill?” she ask-
ed at once.
“Don’t be silly, Mother. Do you
expect me to look like a young girl?
See—" and she pointed from the bed-
room window to the shaded road be-
side the Inn. There on a beautiful,
shining, black horse cat Augusta,
Harold holding the bridle. “I'm the
mother of that,” Antoinette said.
“Suppose you are! She can’t hold
a candle to you. Get her out of those
disgraceful riding breeches. They
show her off too much.”
“Yes, get her out of riding breeches
and into a bathing suit or into a dance
frock! I can’t hide her.”
A sort of bewildered comprehension
grew in her mother’s face. “Do you
really intend to marry Augusta to
Jimmy Brown?” she demanded.
“Yes.”
“Well, you won’t. You never will.
He is ages too old for her, not only in
years but in temperament. She
should marry a jouncing young fel-
low like Harold Warren. As for Jim-
my Brown, you could have him your-
self at the drop of a hat. And he's
come into his father’s money now.”
“Mother! How dare you speak so
to me?”
“Nonsense. Any one can see you
are simply taking that young man up
in your hands and giving him to that
hoydenish girl of yours. As for him,
he will do anything you wish. And
she doesn’t really want him either.
She likes the Warren boy instead.”
“You are surely not suggesting that
I take my daughter’s fiance, are you,
Mother?” |
.There was silence after this, but not
convinced silence.
ane SHjouticernent of Jimmye and
ugusta’s engagement was made in:
the early autumn. But the wedding
was to be postponed until the next
spring. And while Jimmy was a sat-
isfactory enough lover, he made no
£ager demand for an immediate wed- |
ng.
Harold Warren and also Antoin-
ett’s mother protested to the last mo-
ment against the announcement. But
it was duly made in spite of their dis- :
approval. It was made at a smart
little dinner-party. Augusta was a!
vision of youth and triumph in a frock |
of rose color and blue. Antoinette !
wore a gown of black crepe silk with :
lavender orchids.
Just before the guests went into
the dining-room, where the formal
announcement was to be made, Jim- |
my tried to draw Antoinette aside and |
whisper something to her. He insist-
ed so vehemently that she was upon !
the point of accompanying him to!
listen to what he had to say, when Mr.
Eberman pushed him aside. |
“See here, young man,” he said,
“you go back to your Augusta. You
are not marrying Antoinette!” |
The words wiped Jimmy’s face
blank. In that confused, fleeting mo-
ment Antoinette knew subconsciously
what he meant to say to her. She
knew he, too, meant to protest against
the announcement. even at this last
moment. But Mr. Eberman would not
allow her to speak to him alone, and
she was more uncertain then than ever
as to what should be done. So the
announcemnt was formally made.
Then, afterward, somehow the win-
ter passed at last, and the spring
came. For Antoinette the ghastly
drama would soon be over.
gusta and Jimmy would be living to-
gether in the apartment they had tak-
en and furnished en Park Avenue. '
Soon Antoinette could gather togeth-
er the hroken bits of her own life and
rest. Rest was all she asked, craved. |
She wanted nothing, asked nothing,
onlv the ceasing of the present.
Then, one May day, she was struck
with fright at her own reflection in
the mirror. She looked so old and
weary. She had erown thinner. Had
age then really become a habit she
could never throw off!
The surge of the spring breeze bil-
lowed the sheer white curtains at the !
window; the hum of growing things
beat through the air, the warm fra-
grance of the flowers—life. If only
she could be sick and weary of life!
But she could not. Even after those
terrible months her heart lifted like
a young girl’s to the spring. Oh,
would she really never live again?
Had she really lost her chance?
Augusta and Jimmy were on an all-
day shopping trip to New York, se-
lecting a few final things for the Park |
Avenue apartment. She was alone in
the house. She would be alone the
the whole afternoon.
And then it suddenly occurred to
her. It surely couldn’t be any harm,
now that she was alone, to go back
and be natural for just this one after-
noon! It surely couldn’t be any harm,
with no one to see, to take off the
mask just for herself; to play that
she was beautiful and happy—to play
even—that she was—beloved to play.
Her face flushed at the thought, and
the tears came burningly to her eyes,
but she crushed them back.
Hastily she ran to the closet for a
different frock to put on. Not that
old warm thing, no, for it was spring.
One solitary bird sang in the wistaria
that poured like purple wine about
the bedroom window. No, not that’
old drab, brown dress. Away away
with musty, drabby things. It was her
one day of spring, and she would
drink it deep. ;
She put on a lovely frock of chif- |
fon, so gossamer it could have been |
folded into an envelope; cream-color |
it was, with azure flowers like her
eyes. It was a frock she had bough
last year, but it had been the newest '
thing in fashion when she bought it.
And about her slender shoulders she
drew a scarf of copper-colored tulle.
And she fluffed out her soft, wavy
hair at the sides of her beautifully
shaped head, and like a prisoner sud-
denly released into the sunshine, it
shone with honey-colored light.
Tremulously she borrowed from
Augusta’s room a new orange lip-
stick, and applied it to her lips,
guiltily. She had longed all winter
to try it, and now mightn’t she?
Mightn’t she try anything she wished.
just in play?
She ran about the house, touching
all the pretty things she loved. She
played over on the piano the songs
Jimmy liked best and she liked best;
foolish little songs they were, foolish
little songs of love.
A bit tired with this restless, fever-
ish game, she thought of tea, Often in
summer she served tea under the
boughs of the big tree on the lawn,
back from the street, protected by a
wing of the house. Outside the sun
was still beating down with the gold-
en warmth of May, and she asked the
maid to put the tea-table there now,
where the grass was new green and
she could see the yellow and catawba-
colored tulips in a row.
As she poured the tea alone, as she
drank it, amber-colored and exhilarat-
ing and fragrant, a subtle opiate from
the Orient, full of pleasant and gra-
cious dreams, she recalled so many
happy afternoons here at tea time,
and this the first she had ever been
here alone.
Suddenly her little lonely game, so
nearly over seemed very pitiful. She
put down untouched the sweet cakes
the maid had brought with the tea,
and pushed back from her the pretty,
gay-patterned china. She leaned back
in the big wicker chair and closed her
eyes, and two great tears pushed un-
der her eyelids and rolled down her
cheeks. It was so short, her after-
noon of spring!
And then, coming across the lawn
toward her, she saw Jimmy, alone, a
tall swinging figure, boyish, brown.
She sat up straight, forgetting to
brush the tears from her face, and he
saw them splash like crystals on the
copper color of her scarf. .
“Antoinette!” he cried, flinging
himself upon the ground at her feet,
his arms across her knees, his hands
catching hers, his face lifted to hers.
Soon Au- ed
‘ding present.
“Antoinette, why are you crying?”
why, Jimmy, I—I don’t know,” she
sai
“Oh, my dear and beautiful,” he
said, “I love you,” reaching both
hands to pull her face down to his, and
she almost did before she drew back.
For a moment she was confused and
afraid. Was he really here, touching |.
her, telling her she was beautiful, tell-
ing her she was beloved? Or was this
—only more—of her play? For she
had played that she was beautiful and
beloved!
“You love me, Jimmy?” she said.
“Of course, I love you, Antoinette.
I have loved you ever since the day
you moved into this house next to
ours, when I was seventeen and you
were just married. I thought you
looked like an angel then. I hardly
POLITICAL ANNOUNCEMENTS.
PRESIDENT JUDGE.
‘We are authorized to announce that
W. Harrison Walker, of Bellefonte, is a can-
didate for nomination on the Democratic
ticket for the office of President Judge of
the courts of Centre county; subjer’ to the
decision of the voters of the county as ex-
ressed at the primaries to be held om
ptember 20th, 1927.
To Democratic Voters of Centre County :—
I am a candidate for the office of judge:
of your courts, subject to Jour decision
at the primaries September , 1927.
incerely yours,
W. D. ZERBY
FOR SHERIFF.
‘We are authorized to announce that Harry
E. (Dep.) Dunlap, of Bellefonte, will be a
candidate for the nomination on the Demo-
cratic ticket for the office Sheriff of Centre
county, subject to the decision of the Cen-
tre county voters as expressed at the pri-
maries to be held on Tuesday, September:
dared to speak to you. I have hardly |20, 1927
dared since.”
“But, Jimmy! What of Augusta?
Where is Augusta? Why have you
come home alone?”
He reached up and with one hand
smoothed the strands of her shining
hair, while with the other hand he re-
captured both of hers.
“I came home alone because Augus-
ta has jilted me, the handsome jade,”
he said contentedly. “She has eloped
to the City Hall with Harold Warren.
I thought she would, all along.”
“Oh, Jimmy,”
head bent over now so that his eyes
were blinded with her hair. “Oh, Jim-
my—I love you, too. I—I think I al-
ways have.”
“And now that our daughter is mar-
ried off,” he said after a while, “I
suppose we can be married ourselves.”
“I suppose—-we can’ she answered.
“I suppose we could elope to the
Citv Hall like the voung folks,” he
said.
“J suppose—we could,” she answer-
And afterward st: was very glad
she had not eaten the sweet cakes the
maid had brought with the tea, for
Jimmy ate them all. And then he
“] told Augusta she could have the
Park Avenue apartment for a wed-
I suppose she is there
now. I took her suitcase there for
her yesterday.”—By Claudia Cranston
thought to remark:
in the Good Housekeeper.
Uniform Laws are Big Need.
Highways of the United States must
i be constructed with a view to protect-
ing the lives of the people and not
merely to provide a temporary means
of transportation over highly con-
gested routes, according to Herbert
Hoover, secretary of commerce, in a
statement made public recently by the
American Road Builders’ association.
Mr. Hoover said that uniform traffic
regulations throughout the United
States and Canada are necessary.
‘Uniform laws by the States are nec-
essary to check the traffic toll in life
and property that reckless auto driv-
ing levies annually in America,” Sec-
retary Hoover declared. “The activity
of the American Road Builders’ asso-
ciation in securing such regulations
should be supported by the entire
country along the lines recommended
by the national conference on street
and highway safety.
Mr. Hoover said that ‘proverty loss
as a result of accidents in this country
in the past 12 months has been in ex-
cess of $600,000,000, and the loss of
life enormous.
“When we had but three peonle in a
township,” said Mr. Hoover, “they did
not require traffic rules to keep their
elbows out of each other’s ribs, but
when we get a million in a community
somebody has to tell them how to
move or they will run over each other.
Roads must be constructed wide
eough and numerous enough to han-
“dle them.
“Prohably the man who invented the
automobile was innocent of any inten-
tion to quadruple the nation’s traffic
| problems. He did not exmect to turn
20.000,000 high speed engines running
helter-skelter over our streets and
highways; he did not exnect one-half
of the whole adult population would
claim to know how to drive them with
safety and skill.”
The situation makes a uniform traf-
fic code a necessity. Mr. Hoover was
invited to take part in the traffic con-
ferences to be held at the 1927 con-
vention of the American Road Build-
ers’ association. to be held in Chicago
during Good Roads week next Janu-
ary. At that time highway authorities
of international note will address high-
wav engineers, contractors and offi-
cials from all parts of the continent.
More than 40,000 are expected at the
convention.
Highway Widening Plans Announced.
The first ultimate right of way
plans of the department of highways
for the widening and improvement
of State highways and for future con-
struction, were announced Monday.
These plans will be filed immediately
in the offices of the recorder of deeds
in the various counties.
The object of establishing these
ultimate rights of way is primarily
so that no property improvements
will be made on land which probably
will be needed for the highways in
the future, thus decreasing the
amount of damages counties will have
to pay when the highways are widen-
ed.
Authority for establishing these
rights of ways was provided in an
act of the Legislature in 1911 and
amended in 1921. The width may
be from 60 to 120 feet according to
estimated future traffic requirements.
Farmers Intend to Plant More Wheat.
Pennsylvania farmers stated their
intention on August 1st to seed a win-
ter wheat acreage 12 per cent. greater
than the planting last fall, in reports
to the Federal-State Crop Reporting
Service, Department of Agriculture,
Harrisburg. x
If these plans are carried through,
the Pennsylvania wheat plantings this
fall will total 1,216,000 acres compared
with the estimated plantings of 1,086,
000 acres in the fall of 1926. The in-
tended acreage this fall, however, is
13,000 acres less than the plantings
intended for the fall of 1926, when un-
ed.
favorable weather conditions interfer- | o; ioe office,
We are outhorized to announce that
Elmer Breon, of Bellefonte borough, will
be a candidate for the nomination on the
Democratic ticket for the office of Sheriff
of Centre county, subject to the decision
of the Centre county voters as expressed
at the primaries to be held on Tuesday,.
September 20, 1927.
FOR PROTHONOTARY.
We are authorized to announce that
Claude Herr, of Bellefonte, will be a
candidate for the nomination on the Demo-
cratic ticket for the office of Prothonotary
of Centre county, subject to the decision of"
| the Democratic voters as expressed at the
she breathed, her |
Primary tc be held Tuesday, September 20,
1927.
FOR TREASURER.
We are authorized to announce that Ly-
man L. Smith, of Centre Hall, will be a
candidate for the nomination for County
Treasurer subject to the decision of the
Democratic voters of the county as ex-
pressed at the primary to be held Septem-
ber 20, 1927.
We are authorized to announce that D.
T. Pearce, of State College Boro., will be a
candidate for the nomination for County
Treasurer subject to the decision of the
Democratic voters of the county as ex-
pressed at the primary to be held Septem-
ber 20, 1927.
FOR RECORDER.
We are authorized to announce that Sinie-
H. Hoy, of Bellefonte, is a candidate for
nomination on the Democratic ticket for
the office of Recorder of Centre county,
subject to the decision of the voters of the
county as expressed at the primary to be
held Tuesday, September 20, 1927.
‘We are authorized to announce that D.
‘Wagrer Geiss, of Bellefonte, Pa., is a can-
didate for nomination on the Democratic
ticket for the office of Recorder of Centre:
county, subject to the decision of the
voters of the county as expressed at the
pay, id be held Tuesday, September
We are authorized to announce that D.
A. McDowell, of Spring township, will be
a candidate on the Democratic ticket for
the office of Recorder of deeds of Centre
county, subject to the decision of the
Democratic voters as expressed at the
primary on Tuesday, September 20, 1927.
COUNTY COMMISSIONER
We are authorized to announce that John
8. Spearly will be a candidate for the
nomination for County Commissioner on
the Democratic ticket subject to the decis-
fon of the voters of the party as expressed
at the primaries on September 20th, 1927.
We are authorized to announce that
John W. Yearick, of Marion township, wil¥
be a candidate for the nomination of Coun-
ty Commissioner, subject to the decision
of the Democratic voters as expressed at
the primaries to be held September 20, 1927.
Republican Ticket.
PRESIDENT JUDGE
We are authorized to announce that M.
Ward Fleming, of Philipsburg, Pa, is a
candidate for romination for President
Judge of the Courts of Centre county sub-
ject to the decision of the Republican
voters of the county as expressed at the
primary to be held September, 20, 1927.
We are authorized to announce that
James C. Furst, of Bellefonte, Pa., is a
candidate for nomination on the Republi-
can ticket for the office of President Judge
of the Courts of Centre county; subject to
the decision of the Republican voters of
the county as expressed at the primary to
be held September 20, 1927.
We are authorized to announce that
Arthur C. Dale, of Bellefonte, Pa. is a
candidate for the nomination on the Re-
publican ticket for the office of President
Judge of the courts of Centre county, sub-
ject to the decision of the Republican
voters of the county as expressed at the
primary to be held September 20, 1927.
TREASURER.
I hereby announce that I am a candi-
date for nomination as the Republican
candidate for Treasurer of Centre County,
subject to the decision of the voters of the
party as expressed at the primaries to be
eld Jest, 0, 1927.
Your influence and support is earnestly
solicited.
JOHN T. HARNISH
Boggs Township.
PROTHONOTARY.
‘We are authorized to announce that Roy
Wilkinson, of Bellefonte, Pa., be a
candidate for the nominaton on the Re-
publcan ticket for the office of Prothono-
tary of Centre county, subject to the de-
cision of thee Republican voters as ex-
pressed at the primary to be held Tues-
day, Septmber 20, 1927.
NEW ADVERTISEMENTS.
OUSE FOR RENT, with all conven-
jences. Phone 104 R, west Curtin
St., Bellefonte. 72-34-4t
OR RENT.—A five room house on the
Clayton Brown property, corner of’
Spring and Bishop streets, Belle-
fonte. 35-1t
DMINISTRATRIX NOTICE. Letters of
administration on the estate of
Elizabeth R. Dunlap, late of Fer-
guson township, Centre county, Penna.
deceased, having been granted to the
undersigned, all persons knowing them-
selves indebted to said estate are hereby
notified to make immediate payment there-
of and those having claims should pre-
sent them, properly authenticated, for set-
tlement. .
KATHRYN M. DUNLAP, Adm’x.,
W. Harrison Walker, Pine Grove Mills, Pa.
Attorney 72-34-6t
writ of Fiera Facias issued out of
the Court of Common Pleas of
Centre county, to me directed, will be ex-
posed to public sale at the court house in
the Borough of Bellefonte on
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1927,
the following property:
All that certain messuage, tenement and
tract of land situate in the Borough of
State College, Centre County, Pennsyl-
vania, bounded and described as follows,
to-wit:
STARTING at an Iron Pin, located on
the North side of Prospect Avenue, 51 feet
Fast of Apple Alley; thence North 33 de-
grees Hast 51 feet along Prospect Avenue
to lot No. 47+ thence West 57 degrees West
149 feet to Chestnut Alley; thence South
33 degres West 51 feet along Chestnut Al-
ley to lot No. 45; thence South 07 degrees
East 149 feet to the place of beginning.
THEREON ERECTED a double frame
dwelling, being lot No. 46 on the plot pre-
pared by H. B. Shattuck for John Hamil-
ton.
Seized, taken in execution and to be sold
as the property of Fannie E. Boeger and
Paul C. Boeger. ;
Sale to commence at 1:30 o'clock p. m.
of said day.
BE. R. TAYLOR, Sheriff
Bellefonte, Pa.,
September 7th, 1927 72-35-3t.
S HERIFF'S SALE. —By virtue of a