-—- Bellefonte, Pa., October 7, 1927. Proper Honor Paid by Shah to Fellow Poet In his “Memories of Eighty Years,” Chauncey M. Depew tells the follow. ing: Browning, the poet, was present at @ great dinner given for the shah of Persia at Stafford house, the home of the duke of Sutherland, and the finest palace in London. Every guest was asked, in order to impress the shah, to come in all the decorations to which they were entitled. The result was that the peers came in their robes, which they otherwise would not have thought of wearing on such an occa- sion, Browning said he had received 8 degree at Oxford and that entitled him to a scarlet cloak. He was 80 out- ranked that he sat at the foot of the table. The shah said to his host: “Who is that distinguished gentle- man in the scarlet cloak at the other end of the table?’ The host answered: “That is one of our greatest poets.” “That is no place for a poet,” re- marked the shah; “pring him up here and let him sit next to me.” So at the royal command the poet tcok the seat of honor. The shah said to Browning: “I am mighty glad to have you near me, for I am a poet myself.” Good Reason Why He Didn’t Put on Brakes It does give one a feeling of securi- ty when autoing if the car has one of those “brakes tested” disks on it. To be sure, the brakes may get out of order the day after the disk is pasted on, but if one doesn’t know it there is no worry. Besides, it furnishes a fine alibi if one’s car is in a collision. Just point to the blue disk and tell the other fellow he must be to blame. But what is going to happen to those drivers who play the debonair in the matter of brakes? A defective brake means less to them than a buzz- ing mosquito. It reminds one of a Springfield man who was noted for the reckless way In which he slid down hills. Coming whizz bang down a par- ticularly steep incline, a man riding with him protested. “Why didn’t you put on your brakes, for gosh sake?” he asked. “Because I haven't any,” calmly an- swered the reckless driver, and pro- ceeded to coast down. hill at top speed.—Springfield Union. Girls Shun Architecture One has to read this twice to be: eve it. Qut of something over 5,000 United States college students who answered & questionnaire as to their life am- bitio™is, not a single girl wanted to be an architect. Although they wanted to be everything else on earth—every- thing except soldiers and architects. It would seem that one of the greatest jobs any woman could un- dertake would be architecture, Espe- cially of private residences. After all, the designing of a residence is Just putting a wall around a house- keeping job. And the architect who makes the plans usually has women to deal with as cash customers. All that a man ever does with a new house is to explain how he would like to have the den and then finds out there isn’t going to be any den.— Los Angeles Times, Advertising “What is the idea of that old fel- low’s taking the road warning sign, ‘CURVE, and sticking it up in his front yard?” asked a motor tourist in the Ozarks. “I reckon likely he wants to get his oldest daughter married off,” replied Jig Fiddlin of Clapboard Springs. “What in the world has the word, ‘curve,’ to do with it?” “I reckon you hain’t seen the shape of his—p’tu—oldest gal, have you?’—- Kansas City Star, Common Name for Cats Nancy, age four, sat on the back steps at grandmother’s holding one of the many kittens which lived there. “Mother,” she called, “come see what a nice kitty this is.” “Yes, it is,” replied mother, “and what is that kitty’s name?” “Oh,” said Nancy, “all of grand- mother’s kitties have the same name,” “That's queer,” sai@ mother, “What is their name?’ “Why, their name is Scat,” said Nancy. Trying Hard to Please Louisa, the colored kitchen maid, wag from the country, but she was energetic and learned fast. Part of her duties was to water the fern and change the water In the goldfish bowl, Her mistress asked her on the second day: “Did you remember to empty the water under the refriger- ator?” “Yes, ma’am, I emptied it and put in fresh water.”—Indianapolis News. French Claim “America” Musical historians in France con- tend that the familiar music of “America” and “God Save the King,” which was supposed to be an old Ger- man air, was really composed by the famous Lulli, musician to Louis XIV. it is claimed the air was composed on the occasion of the king recover-’ ing from sickness and was first sung by the pupils of the St. Cyr girls’ school. FIND INDIAN GRAVES UNDER LARGE MOUND Archeologists Study Burial Pyramid in Ohio. Columbus, Ohio.—A large Indian mound near Bainbridge, Ohio, is be- ing sliced like a loaf of bread by ex- ploring archeologists, who have found 80 Indian burials and a complicated internal structure. What appears to be an elongate earthen pyramid is buried under the external surface of the so-called Seip mound. Seen from the outside the mound looked merely like a great rounded heap of earth, 240 feet long. 150 feet wide and 30 feet high, Covers Indian Burials. The basis of the mound is a lower mound, shorter and narrower than the covering structure, rounded on top and covered with a layer of grav- el. Presumably this lower mound was for ceremonial purposes, for under it are found the Indian burials. Cover- ing this inner mound is a mass eof earth with steeply sloping sides, like the roof of a house or a long pyramid, and over this in turn there is another mass of earth noticeably different from the “pyramid” in color and tex- ture, which gives the outer mound ite final rounded shape. Over this again is a layer of river gravel, thin at the top and thicker at the sides and held in place at the bottom by a wall of large stone slabs. All this great hill of earth was toil somely built, many centuries ago, by Indians whose only way of carrying materials was in baskets on their backs or heads. Research Students at Work. The peculiar and puzzling structure of this mound has been disclosed only by the methodical system pursued in opening it. The work is being done under the direction of Dr. H. C. She- trone of the Ohio State Archeological and Historical society, He has a gang of workmen and dirt-handling machinery at his disposal, in addition to a group of research students to do the more exact work. Every cubic foot of earth in the mound is being moved. He is cutting off the mound slice by slice, examin- ing everything he finds as he goes. Before snow flies he expects to cut his last slice. Then he will put the mound back into as nearly its original forp- 4s is practicable. To date he has sliced oft a little more than half the mound, and has uncovered about 30 Indian burials. ! Almost all of them are just above ground level, under the inner mound. A few are three or four feet higher. These were important chiefs, judging by the burial gifts found with them, which included great strings of river- mussel pearls in addition to the usual stone, bone and pottery offerings. and ornaments and weapons of copper. Jse Fish Oil to Hold Poison on Fruit Trees Washington.—Insult is added to in- jury in the newest trick devised by . Department of Agriculture scientists | in their war against insect pests. Fish oil, never noted for its fragrance, is recommended by Clifford E. Hoed of the bureau of entomology as an ad- dition to the arsenic solutions sprayed ‘on trees and bushes to protect them from the ravages of gypsy and brown- tail moth caterpillars. The cil is not expected to discour age the pests by its smell, however— it is highly unlikely that the cater- pilars even know it is there. Mr. Hoed has found in his experiments that various oils used in paints will help to hold the dried drips of the poison sprays on the leaves much longer, and that after a summer of rains a considerable percentage of the arsenic will still be there, ready to do business with any caterpillar foolish i enough to chew up the leaf to which it adheres. Linsced oil is even more efficient in this way than is fish oil, but it costs so much more that the fish oil is recommended as the economic happy mean, Cottage Life Satisfies Heiress to One Million Monticello, Ind.—Her heirship to $1,000,000 bequeathed by her brother, Harry Frederick, of Humbolt, Sas- katchewan, Canada, has not inter- fered with the life in a cottage of Mrs. Edward Music, forty-nine years old, of Monticello, Ind. Mrs. Music was washing dishes in ner cottage when she received word of the fortune given her. She calmly finished the task. Now that she is wealthy she expects to continue her quiet life, and her husband will keep - his job in a butcher shop. She says they de not care to travel and never desired an automobile, British Cabbies Stick to Trade as Old Men London.—Taxi drivers of New York are Infants compared to their col- leagues of London, Cabbles fifty and sixty years old are the rule rather than the exception here. The other day there was a collision between a taxicab, in which the earl and countess of Wharncliffe were riding, and an omnibus. Testi- mony showed that the cab-driver was seventy-two years old, and has been driving in London for fifty years. When the motorcar came in he was one of the first to adopt the new mode. of transportation, _ thing out their souls. Seaweed Harvest of - Importance in Japan Japanese soldiers do not give much trouble to the quartermaster's depart- ment. In the field they are capable of great endurance on a diet of dried rice, dried fish, dried seaweed, and pickled plums. The seaweed is wrapped round the rice and used as a “relish” to it. Given a tiny fire, a stewpan, and the rations mentioned, they are per- fectly content, whatever the weather and however long the marches, Seaweed is grown specially for food purposes, being cultivated with as much care as any other crop. After the typhoon season, the women may be seen bearing great loads of young trees which have been stripped of their leaves, though all the small branches are left intact. These are drawn into the weed on the shore, acres of brushy saplings being ar- ranged in long, parallel rows where the tide ebbs over them twice daily. Gradually, the green fernlike weed collects on the branches, and flour ishes there until the farmers harvest it. It is then carefully picked over and dried for future use, Curative Power Long Ascribed to Flowers The forget-me-not was formerly known as scorpion grass, because the flower buds were thought to resemble the coiled-up serpent, and our fore fathers, believing in the doctrine of signatures, supposed this to indicate that they would cure venomous stings. Vying with the forget-me-not in its sentimental associations is the lily of the valley, which also blooms in May. and is indeed sometimes called the May-lily. In the old herbalist’s hey- dey it seems also to have vied with the forget-me-not in curative prop erties, In the world of legend, how- ever, the forget-me-not seems to have a distinct advantage, for whereas an angel scattered them for us, the lily of the valley sprang from the tears of a mere mortal, Eve, as she left the Garden of Eden.—Chicago Journal. God’s Greatest Gift The Pall-Mall restaurant is a fa mous establishment in the Hay Mar- ket section of London. All prominent men and women go there at least once, it it be only to inscribe their ames in the “Album of the House.” Patti was there once and wrote be- neath her name: “A beautiful voice is one of God's highest gifts.” Some time after Yvette Guilbert was there, and having read Patti’s inscription wrote down: “An ugly, but expres- sive voice, is also one of God’s high- est gifts.” She thought, no doubt, to have the last word. Chance would have it that Sir Rider Haggard drop- ped in one day at the Pall-Mall and started leafing the album. He smiled and in turn wrote something beneath. his name. This was it. “Silence is God's greatest gift!”—Pierre Van Paassen, in Altanta Constitution, Philosogrin There is no peace in hymns of hate, nor in the road that isn’t straight; there is no joy in lifting fobs nor per- petrating hold up jobs; there is no gain in drilling holes in men and let- evil stunt is great! ‘The good-for- | Heap burning : coals upon the pate of the guy who | has done you dirt, and then stand back and watch it hurt! There may be profit in red gold, in robbing men but when you're old, and you've lost even self-respect, you know indeed your life is wrecked, and all the schemes you've put across have brought you nothing else but dross. The good will of your fellow men and love are better than much yen, and peace, when life's noon turns to shade, beats all the kopecks ever made. — Judd Mortimer Lewis in the Houston Post-Dispatch. Syrian Wedding Custom An ancient Syrian custom which is sometimes observed even at the pres- ent time is the assumption by a newly married couple of a royal status. On the village threshing floor is placed a throne on which they are seated daily for seven days, during which time songs and hymns in their honor are sung and poems recited in praise of their beauty, etc. Some leading Biblical scholars have divided the Song of Solomon into seven sonnets or idylls, which would furnish one for each day of the “King’s week.” Language of Diplomacy The French language was used ex: tensively in Europe in the Twelfth and Thirteenth centuries. The French literature was greatly developed and spread throughout the various coun- tries, and persons of culture studied the language in order to be able to read the literature. Many foreign -students were attracted to the Uni- versity of Paris, and this also helped to spread the language. As a lan- guage for treaties and foreign inter- course among nations, French became general in the time of Louis XIV, Highly Dangerous While two gay spirits were giving an unusually hair-raising display of acrobatics at a recent flying pageant, . and to the lay eye seemed to be try- ing their best, with the aid of some five hundred or so of horse power, to tear the wings off their frail steeds of sticks and canvas, a solemn voice came through a loudspeaker: “Would spectators be good enough to refrain from the highly dangerous practice of standing on their seats?’ | 1 ' DEADWOOD DICK ~ NOT A KILLER Famous Hero of Black Hills Says He Has No Notches on Gun. Sioux FKalts; 8. D.—How many notches are there on the unerring weapon of Deadwood Dick—otherwise plain Richard Clark, yet a resident of the Black hills—whose exploits, or imagined exploits, furnished the theme for hundreds of dime and other novels? Deadwood Dick himself an- swered this momentous question with the laconic words: “Not one.” Then, as if he realized this was hard to believe, he added: ‘1 tell the truth.” This confession was made to Fred J. Croft, resident of the Missouri river section of South Dakota, who during a recent visit to the Black hills had the pleasure of riding with Deadwood Dick from Belle Fourche to Dead- wood. Thought Him Bogus Hero. At first Mr. Croft believed the man beside him wus some make-believe act- ing the part of Deadwood Dick of story-book fame, but old-timers who were present assured him that Dead- wood Dick was the only original Dead- wood Dick. scout and sharpshooter of Black hills stagecoach days. Deadwood Dick during the journey told the central South Dakotan much of the story of his life. How he pilot- ed the first stage coach into Deadwood in 1876, almost two years after he ar- rived in the Black hills with early gold seekers. He pointed out the old stagecoach trails, and at one point on the journey pointed out two “shacks” In which he lived in those early and exciting days and where several of his children were born. Deadwood Dick is an old man now, sut spry and active. Mr. Croft states he wore a splendid suit of buckskin. Deadwood Dick related to Mr. Croft now stagecoaches in the Black hills were first protected from Indians and road agents by outriders. These were horsemen, one of whom rode ahead of the coach and the other in the rear. The riders were “armed to the ceeth,” as were the two coach guards, one of whom sat beside the driver and the other facing the rear on top of the coach. Passengers were carried in the stagecoaches, as were also mail, ex- press and valuables of all kinds. It was in the protection of their valuable cargoes that the scouts and guards became famous in the new West. This was before the days of the famous ‘armored treasure coach.” Deadwood Dick was asked: How «any men did you kill? How many stage holdups were you in? How many times did Indians attack your party and kill and scalp all but you? How many times was your life saved only by the swiftness of your horse or the sureness of your trusty weapon? To all of these questions Deadwood Dick modestly replied: “Not one: T tell the truth.” Some Given to Exaggeration. Deadwood Dick intimated that some »f his “pals” during the early and ex- citing days of Indians and road agents were inclined to paint their experi- ences red with the blood of imaginary conflicts. in the dime novels and other litera. ware of the period reckless writers credited Deadwood Dick with all kinds of deeds of valor, with routing whole bands of ferocious Sioux Indians single-handed, and with making road agents “bite the dust* before they had time to “tickle a trigger.” If there was a shipment of gold to oe sent out of the Black hills by stage, Deadwood Dick hauled it. First, be- cause every one knew he was “true blue,” and because he used his head and could outwit pursuers. He “knew the game” and could beat the other fellow at it. Old-timers say a close mouth was une greatest asset of a stage driver in the old days, and in this particular Deadwood Dick shone with consider- able luster. Honeymoon Left Out, Bride Deserts Groom Boston. — William Alexander, possessor of a Scotch brogue, recited to Judge MeCoole of the Suffolk Probate court the inci- dents of his married life of eight hours. He sought and obtained a divorce on the ground of de- sertion. He said that he mar- Tied his wife, Catherine, now living in Lowell, in that city in January, 1924, After the cere- mony they went to the home he had prepared in Boston. As the hour of ten o’clock ap- proached he suggested to her, “It’s time to go to bed.” She did not agree to this, he said, but he carried out his own in- clination and retired. During the night he awoke to find her still absent and going to the kitchen found her sitting by the stove. He went back to bed and on awakening the next morning heard her telephone to her broth- er to come and get her. This the brother did. 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