Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, September 23, 1927, Image 7

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Bellefonte, Pa., September 23, 1927.
Indian Workers Left Bh
Tools in Salt Mines
Three great caves im a mountain of
salt in Nevada have yielded relics of
Indian miners who worked there as
early as 1000 B. C. The great natural
salt mass stands near the town of St.
Thomas, Nevada, in a desert where
rain falls so seldom that it has re-
mained for ages without dissolving,
which would have been its fate in a
moister region. Underground waters,
however, have hollowed the caverns
im its interior, and in these were found
stone hammers with wooden handles,
sandals of yucca fiber, carrying nets,
and even corncobs, all perfectly pre-
served through the drying and anti-
septic action of the salt. Most of the
relics date since the beginning of the
Christian era, but a carved club was
found of a type used by the basket
makers, the forerunners of the present
Pueblos, who inhabited the Southwest
about 1000 B. C. The salt of the
mountain is now being mined from
the surface by a commercial firm.
Why the Indians chose the difficult
and dangerous work underground,
when salt is easily obtained outside, is
difficult to imagine. It is conjectured
that several tribes had “claims” on
the mountain, and that the later
comers, finding the surface workings
all pre-empted, had no choice but to
enter the dark caverns to seek their
salt supplies.
World Eagerly Seeks
Great Men’s Letters
Immortality and letter-writing go
hand in hand, and those who make it
their business to keep green the graves
of the departed great pursue an eter
ual quest.
What wouldn’t disciples of the
“Shakespeare myth” give to be able
to unearth a packet of letters from
William Shakespeare to some corre-
spondent in which he settled, clearly
and definitely, all the points that have
led to controversy?
It is extremely improbable that any
such convenient packet will ever be
found. But students of Alfred de Mus-
set are slightly more hopeful of one
day discovering a set of lost letters
written by the French poet to the
French actress, Rachel. Having ran-
sacked France in vain, they have now
turned to England, with the assurance
that “any information as to the where-
abouts of these letters will be grate
fully received.”
John L.’s Signature
R. F. Dibble in his biography of
John L. Sullivan records that once a
dainty little miss asked the famous
pugilist to write her a few autographs
so that she could sell them at a church
“Oh, what're you giving me?” said
John L. in a graciously tragic way. “I
ain’t no good at writing, but I'll have
my manager make as many of my—
what d’you call em, as you want.”
The damsel told him that this would
hardly do.
were ordered and after many labori-
ous efforts in which he spoiled more
than a dozen pens and ruined a quan-
tity of stationery, Sullivan finally suc-
ceeded in scratching down about twen-
ly badly blotched but fairly legible
“I always like to do what I can for
religion,” he assured her as grasping
her hand and most of her forearm be-
tween his ink-stained fingers he bade
her a courteous good-by.
Made Goldfish Popular
Goldfish first appeared in England
about two centuries ago, but it wus
Luigi Cura and his father who made
them popular in the parlor windows
of the nation. They began almost by
Luigi was a boy, and his uncle sent
him a can of goldfish to comfort him
in his exile.
Finding the fishes interested their
neighbors, they began to import them
and sell them. After a time they
added tortoises to their stock-in-trade,
and forty thousand tortoises, as wel!
as half a million goldfish, passed
through their hands in a year.
“Tidy” Philosopher
Many of the world's greatest
philosophers are known to have had
very little concern for their personal
appearance, One notable exception,
according to a biography written
about 1688 and recently reprinted,
was Spinoza who, says the auther,
“was extremely tidy.” Whenever he
left his house there was, as well,
“something about his clothes which
usually distinguishes a gentleman
from a pedant.”
A present-day critic observes: “He
was a man of the greatest reticence,
but with nothing to conceal; a man
of intensely ‘private life,’ but wholly
Seaweed for Food
Japan appears to be the only coun-
try where seaweed is cultivated for
human consumption.
Differences in Hair
It is an unexplainable biological fact
that curly hair does not grow so long
as straight hair.
Modern Proverb
The way the fenders are bent shows
how the car is driven.—Cincinnati
So pens, ink and paper
The Curas came to London |
from Italy sixty years ago, when |
(® by D. J. Walsh.)
M slowly home. She had been
to the post office for the mail
and had stepped into one or
two stores to do some necessary shop-
ping. She had mef several persons
whom she liked and knew and had
paused for a word or two. But now
she was going home, and home did
not mean as much te her as it for-
merly had, because Margaret was
drinking the bitterest cup which fate
raises to the lips of wifehood ; she had
begun to suspect that her husband no
longer loved her as he had once done.
She had tried to blind her eyes to all
the evidence in the case, but at last it
had been made all too plain; she could
no longer conceal the fact from herself
and she suspected her friends could
see as plainly as she that she was fast
becoming an unloved wife. A great
pity for herself welled up in her heart
and tears smarted her eyes as the
shame of it came to her. What should
she do; would it be right to go on
living with John when she was cer-
tain that he was perfectly indifferep’
to her?
Upon reaching home Margaret en-
tered the house—she hardly thought
of it as home now—and throwing
aside her hat sank down upon the big
davenport. She must try to think it
all out—to plan, if possible, some
course of action that would bring som-
sort of peace to her mind.
She and John had been married al-
most two years. He had been an ideal
lover and husband up to within a few
weeks, when suddenly he had seemed
to change. He no longer proposed go-
ing to places and had no little surprise
for her when he came home at night
from the office. He always kissed her,
it is true, when he came in and still
seemed to enjoy the food she pre-
pared for him, but he did not praise
it as often as he had. He did not
seem quite as gay either when he
came in. And after.the evening meal
he would sink into a big easy chair,
adjust the floor lamp at an angle to
suit him and bury himself either in
a newspaper or book. Now, that was
another thing that gave proof that
John did not care for her. He knew
well enough that she hated to have
him move that floor lamp. At first
he had laughingly given in when she
protested and called her his fussy little
housekeeper, but now, without a word,
he would calmly move the lamp and
say nothing about it. Now, Margaret
did not mind staying at home occa-
~ sionally, but ‘lately night after night
John settled himself for the evening,
and if she protested or suggested go-
ing out he would say he would much
rather stay at home, and, finally, one
night he told her if she found him
dull to run along alone.
“Run along alone! What wife”
chought Margaret bitterly, “if she had
a proper pride, would air the fact to
her friends that her husband no
longer found joy in her society?” And
then a horrible thought struck her.
“Of course that was it. John was
either ashamed to be seen with her or
there was another woman!” The
thought fairly brought her to her feet.
She began pacing the long living room
and then her eyes chanced to fall upon
the mail she had brought from the
post office. When the postmaster had
handed it to her he had bundled it in
a newspaper. At first Margaret had
been too busy and too agitated even
to think of mail, and when she came
davenport at her side. In springing
up just now she had scattered the
mail all over the rug and now right
| there in plain view lay a big, creamy
envelope. “Ah!” she thought. She
| grabbed up the letter with the feeling
that at last “she” had written. She
tore open the envelope with shaking
fingers without glancing at the ad-
dress. She was startled when she
“Dearest: I will arrive on the 2:40
(nis afternoon. I am taking this op-
portunity of spending a few days near
you. I am on my way East and can-
not go through Spencer without see-
ing you. Now, honey”—*“honey, in-
deed!” thought Margaret—"don’t let
me spoil any of your plans, but just
let me have every moment of your
precious time you can manage to steal
away from your—" Here the page
turned, but the little red specks were
floating so thick and fast before her
eyes that Margaret could not go on
for a moment and then she read—
“steal away from your home. I know
you are as much in love as ever, one
with your constant nature could not
change, but I must see and know fit
for myself. So good-by until 2:40 this
afternoon. With love, hugs and kisses.
From your cousin FANNY.”
Cousin Fanny! And then Margaret
Jicked up the discarded envelope and
saw that it was directed to her and
it was without doubt from her very
own frivolous cousin Fanny. She had
not seen Cousin Fanny since she and
John were married and this was the
first time she had heard from her in
months and months. The relief and
disappointment combined turned her
almost faint. Well, she would just
have to put aside her problem and do
what she could to make Cousin Fanny
enjoy the few days she would be in
the house. It would never do for Mar-
garet to let this romantic creature
know that John no longer loved her.
Perish the thought. She must put on
a brave front.
home she had thrown it upon the |
At 2:35 Margaret was at the sta
tion with her little roadster to meet
Cousin Fanny. ‘She wore:one of her
prettiest dresses and she had so care-
fully powdered her nose and bathed
her eyes made red by recent tears that
Cousin Fanny, when she impulsively
kissed her, said she had never seen
Margaret looking happier or prettier,
Poor Margaret was thankful that she
had thus far been able to conceal her
breaking heart. But how was she go
ing to keep on smiling—"
That night when John came in, big,
brusque, and found Cousin Fanny be
was simply overjoyed.
“I'm so glad you've come, Fan,” he
said in his hearty way. “I am afraid
it's been a little dull for Margaret
here lately, but I've had so blamed
much to do at the office that when I
get home all I could think of was. to
sink into a chair and read. I tell you
home is a great place to be in. It's
like heaven to me to get home, have
a good meal and be able to sit and
smoke and think. I'll say, if every fel-
low had a wife like Margaret here the
movies and theaters would soon have
to go out of business. She makes me
lazy, too, by feeding me. And. say. by
the time I've eaten one of her good
dinners—and believe me they taste
good after that quick lunch I patrone
ize at noon—I have no ambition to
move. Some little cook I've got here,
Fan, as you'll soon see. What have
you got to eat tonight, Puss?’ asked
John as he put his arm about his wife
and gave her a good hug. “I'm as
hungry as a bear. Come on, Fan, let's
see.” and he led the way to the dining
Never in all her life had Margaret
.aten such a good meal, never hud
she been so happy in all her life. She
felt as if John had been restored to
her, and when after dinner he seized
the floor lamp and placed it behind
his favorite chair and settled himself
with his newspaper and pipe for a
quiet evening she never even noticed
that he had ruffled up a corner of
the rug in his haste to get settled
comfortably. Margaret suggested go-
ing out, but Cousin Fanny pleaded
that she was tired and would rather
stay in.
John forgot his paper long enough
¢o growl over his shoulder:
“Say, girls, tomorrow afternoon I'li
Ay off and we'll all do the town. In
the evening we'll take in a good show,
too, if you say so,” and then he re-
lapsed into silence.
But for Margaret there was no si
sence, for within her heart was the
singing as of a million birds.
Many Factors Unite
to Shape Literature
A literature is the spiritual inter-
oretation of an age. It is the expres-
sion and illumination of the sorrows,
the conflicts, the burdens and the as-
piratipns of one’s own time. True
‘literature shows us the eternal Iaws
operating under common and fleeting
forms of life around us. The litera-
ture is a pathfinder: it lights the road
for all that is aspiring in our destiny.
A great literature is never an acci-
dent; it is as truly an evolution as is
a tree. The literature of a nation is
the outcome of its whole life. Its
growth is determined by four mighty
forces: Race, or heredity; environ-
ment, or physical and social -condi-
tions; epoch, or the spirit of the age;
personality, or that which is funda-
mental in man’s nature.
Each man is born with all the mo
saentum of his race within him, We
look big because we stand upon the
shoulders of all the preceding gener-
ations. We are the fruit of the past
and the seed of the future. Next, we
come to environment, or the impress
of nature and society upon literature.
Climate, sky, soil and occupation—all
these have acted upon generation aft-
er generation of Englishmen, until a
distinet type of man has been pro-
duced. The spirit of the age is also
another powerful factor in the shap-
ing of a literature. As stone against
stone, humanity and literature shapes,
and is also shaped.
A great writer must have some mes-
dage for the world—a great truth that
is even higher than his own era. But
the form which that message shall
take depends chiefly upon his epoch.
He cannot write with the large pow-
er of Shakespeare's time, because the
, language is not ready for him. Each
age has its spirit and its possibilities.
But in the building of a literature
there is a final, strange force beyond
race environment, and epoch; it is the
ineffaceable element of personality in
man. What is called genius is the
highest, keenest manifestation of per-
sonality. Genius remakes the society
which evolves it. It not only ex-
presses but intensifies the national
type, and the eternal, that underlies
all types. Genius becomes the golden
key to the locked-up ideal of the mul-
titude. Great literature {is genius
speaking its interpretation of the acts
and aspirations of an age—of the
meaning and the mystery of life.—
Edwin Markham in the Smoker's
April Fool’s Day
Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and
Fable suggests that as March 25 used
to be New Year day, April 1 was its
octave when its festivities culminated
and ended. “It may be a relic of the
Roman ‘Cerealia’ held at the begin-
ning of April. The tale js that Pro-
serpina was sporting in the Elysian
meadows and had Just filled her lap
with daffodils, when Pluto carried her
off to the lower world. Her mother,
Ceres, heard the echo of her screams,
and went in search of ‘the voice’; but
her search was a fool's errand; it
was hunting the gowk, or looking for
the echo of a scream.”
CNY pn sme
Lures Humming Bird With Bottled
With an artificial flower and a bot-
tle of sugar, Miss Althea R. Sherman,
ornithologist, of McGregor, Ia., has
transformed the elusive ruby-throat-
ed humming bird into a constant and
friendly visitor to her garden.
Her study of the bird has attract-
ed the attention of European and
American ornithologists. She discov-
ered, by attracting humming birds
with artificial nasturtiums and tiger
lilies, that the birds often absor
in a day more than twice their weight
in sugar dissolved in water and that
they preferred the artificial nectar
to that of flowers. More than a doz-
en humming birds came in quest of
sweets where formerly they called
singly or in pairs.
Miss Sherman’s country place con-
tains an untamed acre filled with nest-
boxes and an old barn which is a
year-round feeding place for birds.
To study chimney swifts she built
a 20-foot tower with a chimney at
the top and a box below it for nest-
ing. It was three years before the
first pair of swifts moved into the
rest. She studied them by means of
mirrors arranged in the tower.
She has succeeded, for perhaps the
first time in ornithological history,
in observing the nestlife of four other
hole-nesting species—the northern
flicker, the screech owl, the sparrow
hawk and the western house wren.
Sometimes during the hatching sea-
son she has spent 20 hours a day
watching the birds.—Lititz Record.
Heavy Loads on Streets are Quite
Scientific Farming
AND SCIENCE is only knowledge
gained by experience, is being more
and more practiced by our intelligent
farmers with fine results.
Prudent and thoughtful people also
are using science in their investments,
and in the care of their estates. They
know the danger that lurks in invest-
ments made without proper knowl-
edge and experience.
A properly equipped Bank usually
will administer your estate better
than an individual executor. Consider
this in making your will and name this
Bank as your Executor.
The First. National Bank
In passing a resolution urging that
a law be enacted prohibiting the use
on city streets of motor trucks carry-
ing loads of more than eight tons the
Illinois" Federation of Labor has
brought to the front a subject that
ought to be dealt with definitely in
the light of ascertained facts, says
the Chicago News. For it stands to
reason that paved streets and county
highways provided with hard sur-
faces at large cost should not be re-
quired to sustain heavier loads than
a scientifically ascertained maximum.
Crushing weights rolled over them
work intolerable injustice to proper-
ty owners and taxpayers.
The heavy motor truck and the
hard-surfaced thoroughfare make a
combination of extreme value to ship-
pers and consumers of all manner of
commodities. But the combination
must be adjusted with reason and
knowledge. Chicago trade unionists,
who proposed the resolution approved
by the Illinois Federation of Labor,
asserted that trucks carrying ten tons
or more are destroying city pave-
ments and working serious injury to
building by vibration. If the facts,
which should be easily ascertainable,
confirm this assertion the need for
suitable preventive action is manifest.
—Lawns should be gone over now
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