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“Bellefonte, Pa., October 14, 1927.
WHEN A MAN’S A MAN.
When a man’s a man he doesn’t lie, and
he will not play the cheat,
And he doesn’t look with a scornful eye
at the beggar on the street;
And he doesn’t brag of the things he's
done, or talk about his lands of gold,
When a man’s a man you will find, my
son, that he's gentle with the old.
When a man’s a man you will find his
friends not all of the chosen few,
He never talks of the help he lends or of
the good deeds he may do,
He never jests with a woman’s name, nev-
er sneers at the men who fail,
And a dog a pat from his hand may claim
if only he wags his tail.
‘When a man’s a man he will never shirk
the task his hand may find,
He is never too busy for the long day’s
work, too busy to be kind,
He never sneers at the faith you hold,
never or needless hurt he gives—
When a man’s a man it is plainly told by
the gentle way he lives.—Ex.
RODDY’S PRIZE BROWN.
The town of Huntersville, lying in
a region which supplied superlatively
fine trout fishing, proved an ideal
location for a sporting goods store.
Sam Pruting, proprietor of the store,
was an energetic person who took full
advantage of his opportunities. It
was Sam's custom each year, as a
means of stirring up renewed inter-
est in the purchase of tackle, to offer
a handsome fly rod as prize to the
angler who caught and placed on ex-
hibition in his show window the larg-
est trout.
This particular season Sam outdid
himeslf, for his prize included not
only a rod but an assortment of flies,
lures, hooks, line, and so on—enough
in fact to supply an average angler
for several years of fishing. The re-
tail value of the whole outfit easily
ran to forty dollars or more.
Fred Ames, and his younger broth-
er, Roddy, both enthusiastic fisher-
men, were gazing appreciativel
through the store window 2 this oy
derful collection of angling plunder.
“I'm pretty well fixed myself,” Fred
remarked, “though a fellow really
can’t have too much fishing tackle.
But I'd like to see you win the prize
this year, Roddy.”
“I'd not shed a bucketful of briny
tears at seeing myself win it,” Rod
asserted. “A fine fat Chinaman’s
chance of anything like that happen-
ing.” he added dolefully.
“Why not? Somebody's got to
win. Catching a big trout isn’t so
hard. It’s mostly luck, when you
come right down to it.”
“Yeah, but it’s mostly the other fel-
low’s luck. And you don’t want to
forget that the trout’s got to be aw-
ful big, Fred. Last year the winner
weighed three and a half pounds.”
“What of it? There's plenty of
trout that big in the river. Bigger
too. Now suppose I were to help you
—coach you along and give you tips
on where the big chappies are likely
to lie; what bait to use and how. All
‘ that. Don’t you figure you’d have a
chance ?”
Rod’s eyes gleamed with a new
hope, for his brother Fred was recog-
nized as an unusually expert angler,
even being treated as an equal in such
matters by veteran sportsmen of the
village. Two years before he had
gained the distinction of winnng Sam
Pruting’s annual prize. With Fred
backing him as a sort of professional
adviser, Roddy began to feel that he
had after all an excellent chance to
win.
“It'll be mighty fine of you to help
me out that way, Fred,” said he grate-
fully.
“Not at all,” the older boy respond-
ed generously. “Fact is, I expect to
get as much fun out of seeing you
walk off with the prize as if I won it
myself; more, probably. It’s time you
were getting on to the fine points of
trout fishing anyway. Now’s when
we start.
“That suits me from the ground
up,” cried Rod enthusiastically.
. Whenever Fred Ames tackled a pro-
ject he went into it heart and soul,
and having assumed the responsibility
of acting as Rod’s campaign manager
he at once began organizing his ma-
terial. He proposed to start at the
bottom.
The biggest trout are usually
caught on bait, so he made no at-
tempt at instruction in: the gentle art
of fly casting. That had its own im-
portant place, but was not essential to
present plans, Instead he concen-
trated Rod’s attention on natural baits
and the habits of large trout—as
learned by him in the school of actual
experience. He gave Roddy pointers
on handling various kinds of bait in
both fast and slow water. Fishing
with hellgramites—a favorite food of
big trout—is far different, for exam-
ple, from using small minnows, and
again, neither of these are similar in
method to grasshopper fishing.
“In general, the idea is to make
your bait, whatever it may be, act
about as it would act if not on a
hook,” he explained. “Offer your lure
to a big trout as he expects to receive
it. Don’t let him see you, and you'll
find he’s easy to fool. Matter of
fact, I don’t believe big trout are half
as brainy as some folks insist. Fish
are smart, but I never saw one yet
that I'd admit was smarter than I
am.”
Roddy proved an attentive pupil,
and the two spent many hours of de-
lightful comradeship on the river,
while Fred expanded at length on
trout lore, of which he seemed to have
an inexhaustible supply. That year,
however, was not what local anglers
were used to term a “big trout” sea-
son. For some mysterious reason
large fish were not being taken by
anyone. Smaller trout were to be had
in plentiful supply, and occasionally
fish up to a pound or so; but the big
fellows—those of three and four
pounds—were decidedly coy. In the
first two months of the open season
the best Rod had captured weighed
only fifteen ounces, while even his
expert brother had done no better.
“I don’t know just what the trou-
ble is,” Fred told him, “but I suspect
it’s because there’s been so much rain.
You know the river’s been pretty well
up since spring which means lots of
feed and unfavorable fishing condi-
tions. Don’t get discouraged, Rod,
Old Timer. There’s enough time left,
for the season lasts till September
first. Big fish will start biting yet,
believe me.”
That summer was unusually rainy,
and even the heat of July found the
river far higher than normal. After
August it dropped somewhat, though
still too full for ideal angling.
One of the best holes on the stream
lay about two miles above the village.
It was known as the Hotchkiss Pool,
from the name of the farmer who
owned the land on either side. This
hole lay in a steep-sided, rocky gorge,
the water shooting down in turbulent
rapids—almost an actual fall—into the
head of the pool, which then widened
into a long stretch of still, deep water
in whose secluded, shaded depths one
might imagine veritable monsters
lurking. Many big, brown trout had
been taken from this pool, the favor-
ite spot being up at the head where
the swift current entered. The two
boys had spent much time fishing
here.
Early in August it occurred to Fred
that night angling might be worth
trying. He had often heard that the
big browns could be taken at night,
though he had never actually tried
the experiment, the main reason be-
ing that daylight angling appealed to
him far more. Also until the pres-
ent season fishing by day had never
failed to produce satisfactory results.
“I know there are big trout in the
river,” he told Rod, “and I know they
aren't starving themselves to death.
Not exactly. Perhaps the answer is
that they're feeding at night. We'll
just give it a trial.”
Roddy was of course agreeable,
and so that very evening they went
up the river to Hotchkiss Pool, tak-
ing as bait a can of hellgramites,
These unpleasant looking creatures
the larva form of a large flying #-
sect, are found under stones in the
bed of a stream and along the banks.
In appearance they suggest a thou-
sand-legged worm whose head end is
decorated with a sharp pair of pinch-
ers, capable of giving a careless fish-
erman a good nip.
It was quite dark when they reach-
ed the pool, but Fred had brought a
flashlight, and they had no great
trouble in traveling the -ugged slope
of the ravine. Roddy b.ited his line
with the biggest hellgramite, and then
the two settled down in patience.
Night fishing for big trout often de-
velops into a waiting game. Some-
times an angler may fish for two
hours without a bite, and then catch
one splendid trout that more than re-
wards him for all the time and effort
expended.
Roddy, as it-chanced, did not have
to wait that long. Hardly ten min-
utes after he had begun there came
one of those vicious strikes typical
of a heavy trout. The fish, however,
did not stay with him, and on reeling
in the line he discovered that the
hellgramite had been stripped from
his hook. The boy was trembling
with eagerness.
“Goodness, Fred!” he gasped. “I
wish you could have felt what I did!
He was a whopper—a regular he-
fish!”
“lake it easy, son,” his brother
advised. “Bait up again. Krom what
1 saw of the strike, I'll say he is a
corker, and 1 don’t mean maybe. He's
a prizewinner. Get him, and you're
on velvet.”
Roddy put on another bait, letting
the current carry the lure down to-
wards the huge, unseen trout. A long
five minutes passed. Then again the
same vicious, smashing strike—but
this time Roddy was prepared in-
stantly giving line, as Fred had in-
structed.
“He's biting once more!” the angler
muttered tensely. “Got the bait now.”
“Let him run if he wants to,” Fred
cried. “Don’t strike till he’s had a
chance to swallow the bait. Keep
feeling him, gently, all the time.
That's the stuff! Now, soak him, but
not too hard!”
Rod’s wrist snapped briskly back
to sink in the hook—and the battle
was on!
And a strange battle it was, down
at the bottom of that narrow gorge,
where the air was so black you could
almost feel it; for the gleam of Fred's
flashlight. had but little effect, mak-
ing the black outside its narrow beam
of light all the blacker by contrast.
The young fisherman had his hands
ull, lacking as he was in practical
experience at fighting a big trout. To
tell the truth, the constant stream of
advice from his anxious brother did
little good, for Rod was altogether
too much occupied to grasp all that
was said. So he contented himself
by letting the big fish do about as it
pleased, merely striving to keep a
taut line, which was the best thing he
could have done under the circum-
stances.
Had Roddy been playing the trout
under more favorable conditions he
might possibly have realized the dan-
ger of that jutting, ragged boulder
around which the current fiercely
swirled, seventy-five feet down-
stream from where he stood. As it
was, the fish had taken a full turn
about this sharp-edged rock before he
woke up to what was going on. Then
it was too late; the damage was done
and the huge trout had clear sailing.
A powerful smash against the snub-
bed silk, sawing it against a saw-
tooth corner—and he wag free.
“I'm snagged!” cried Roddy in a
dull voice. Then as the current
swept his severed line clear of the
obstruction, “He’s gone, Fred,” and
from his woebegole tone you might
have suspected that the end of the
world had come.
“Too bad,” Fred said in understand-
ing sympathy. “Too bad, ¢ld man,
but that’s only a part of the game.
It’s the big ones that get away. Now
GOD SAVE THE COMMONWEALTH.
I, E. R. Taylor, High Sheriff of the Coun-
ty of Centre, Commonwealth of Pennsyl-
vania, do hereby make known and give
notice to the electors of the county afore-
sald that an election will be held in the
said County of Centre on the first Tues-
day after the first Monday in November,
ke the 8th DAY OF NOVEMBER, 1927,
for the purpse of electing several persons
herinafter named, to-wit:
One person for Judge of the Courts of
Centre county.
One person for ShefFiff.
One person for Prothonotary.
One person for County Treasurer.
One person for Register of Wills.
One person for Recorder of Deeds.
Two persons for County Commissioner.
Two persons for County Auditor.
One persons for County Coroner.
One person for County Surveyor.
I also hereby make known and give no-
tice that the place of holding the elec-
tions in the several wards, boroughs, dis-
tricts and townships within the County
entre is as follows:
ote the North Ward of the borough of
Bellefonte 3f tne Logan Hose Co. house on
East Howard stree
For the South Ward of the borough of
Bellefonte, in the Undine Fire ‘Co. build-
ing.
or the West Ward of the borough of
Bellefonte, in the carriage shop of 8. A.
uistion.
Bo the borough of Centre Hall, in a
room at Runkle’s Hotel.
For the borough of Howard, in the
public school building in ssid borough.
For the borough of Millheim, in the new
Munieipal building.
: i The borough of Milesburg, in the
Precinct, on College Avenue at the Odd
Fellows Hall.
For the borough of State College, West
Precinct, on Frazier street at the Fire-
men’s hall.
For the borough of Unionville, in Grange
Hall, in said borough.
For the township of Benner, North
Precinct, at the Knox school house.
For the township of Benner, South
Precinct, at the new brick school house
at Rockview.
For the township of Boggs, North Pre-
cinct, at Walker's school house.
For the township of Boggs, East Pre-
cinct, at the hall of Knights of Labor, in
the village of Curtin.
For the township of Boggs, West Pre-
cinct, at the Grange Hall, Central City.
For the township of Burnside, in the
building owned by William Hipple, in the
village of Pipe Glenn.
For the township of College, at the
school house in the village of Lemont.
For the township of Curtin, North Pre-
cinct, at the school house in the village of
Orviston,
For the township of Curtin, South Pre-
cinct, at the school house, near Robert
Mann's.
For the township of Ferguson, East Pre-
cinct, at the public house of R. R. Ran-
dolph, in Pine Grove Mills.
For the townmsaip of Ferguson,
Precinet, at Baileyville school house,
the village of Baileyville.
For the township of Ferguson, North
Precinct. at Grange Hall.
For the township of Ferguson, North
west Precinct, at Marengo school house.
For the township of Gregg, North pre-
cinct, at the Murray school house.
For the township of Gregg, East Pre-
West
in
borough building on Market street.
For the First Ward of the borough of |
Philipsburg in the Reliance Hose house. |
cinet, at the house occupied by William
A. Sinkabine, at Penn Hall.
For the township of Gregg, West Pre-
f the borough of cinct, in Grange Hall at Spring Mills.
FOF the Seong yay For the township. of Haines, East Pre- |
Philipsburg, at the Public Building at the |
corner of North Centre and Presqueisle |
treet.
i on the Third Ward of the borough of
cinet, at the school house in the village of |
| Woodward.
For the township of Haines, West Pre- | cinct, at the township
Sheriff’s Election Proclamation
For the township of Howard, in the
township public building.
For the township of Huston, in the
township building in Julian.
For the township of Liberty, East Pre- | P
cinct, at the school house in Eagleville.
For the township of Liberty, West Pre-
cinet, in the school house at Monument.
For the township of Marion, in the
Grange Hall in the village of Jacksonville.
For the township of Miles, East Pre-
cinct, at the dwelling house of G. H.
Showers at Wolf's Store.
For the township of Miles, Middle Pre-
cinet, in Bank building at Rebersburg.
For the township of Miles, West Pre-
cinet, at the store room of Elias Miller
in Madisonburg.
For the township of Patton, in the shop
of John Hoy at Waddle.
For the township of Penn, in a building
formerly owned by Luther Guisewite at
Coburn.
For the township of Potter, North Pre-
cinct, at the Old Fort Hotel. .
For the township of Potter, South Pre-
Se ay the Hotel in the village of Pot-
ters 11s. :
For the township of Potter, West Pre-
cinet, at the store of George Meiss, at
Colyer.
For the township of Rush, North Pre-
cinct, at the township Poor House.
For the township of Rush, East Precinct,
at the school house in the village of Cas-
sanova.
For the township of Rush, South Pre-
cinet, at the school house in the village of
Powelton.
For the township of Rush, West Pre-
cinet, at the new school house along the
State Highway leading from Osceola Mills
to Sandy Ridge.
For the township of Snow Shoe, East
Precinct, ac the school house in the village
of Clarence.
For the township of Snow Shoe, West
Precinct, at the house of Alonzo D. Groe
in the village of Moshannon.
For the township of Spring, North Pre-
building erected
Philipsburg, at Bratton’s Garage, north- |cinct, at the residence of E. A. Bower in | near Mallory’s blacksmith shop.
ast corner of Seventh and Pine streets. |
s For the borough of Port Matilda, in the |
hall of the Rights of the Golden Eagle, |
in said borough.
For the agit of South Philipsburg, |
at the City Hall in South Philipsburg.
For the borough of Snow Shoe, in the |
Borough Building. |
For the borough of State College, East
the party of
Aaronsburg.
For the township of Half Moon, in the
I. O. O. F. hall in the village of Storms-
town,
|
For the township of Spring, South Pre-
cinct, at the public house formerly own-
ed by John C. Mulfinger in Pleasant Gap.
For the township of Spring, West Pre-
For the township of Harris, East Pre- cinct, in the township building in Cole-
McCellan, in the village of Linden Hall.
For the township of Harris,
cinet, in Malta Hall, Boalsburg.
| cinet, in the building owned by Harry | ville,
For the township of Taylor, in the house
West Pre- | erected for the purpose at Leonard Merry-
man’s.
SPECIMEN BALLOT
To vote a straight party ticket, mark a cross (X) in square in the FIRST COLUMN, opposite the name of
your choice.
For the township of Union, in the town=-
ship public building.
For the township of Walker, East Pre-
cinct, in a building owned by Solomon
eck, in the village of Huston,
For the township of Walker, Middle
Precinct, in the Grange Hall, in the vil
lage of Hublersburg.
or the township of Walker, West Preé-
cinct, at the dwelling house of John Royer,
in the village of Zion.
For the township of Worth, in the Laag~
rel Run school house in said township.
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LIST OF NOMINATIONS.
The official list of nominations made by
the several parties, and as their names
will appear upon the ticket to be voted
for on the eighth day of November, 1927,.
at the different voting places in Centre
county, as certified to respectively by the
Commissioners of Centre Couney are given
in the accompanying form of ballot.
Notice is hereby given that every per-
son, excepting Justice of the Peace, who
shall hold any office or appointment of
profit or trust under the Government of
the United States or this State, or of any
City or incorporated district whether a
commissioned officer or otherwise, a sub-
ordinate officer or agent who is or shall
be employed under the Legislative, Ex-
ecutive or Judiciary department of the
State or the United States or any city or
incorporated district, and also that every
membe: of Congress and of the State Leg-
islature, and of the Select or Common
Council of any city, of Commissioners of
any incorporated district, is, by law, in-
capable of holding or exercising at the
same time the office or appointment of
judge, inspector or clerk of any district
of this Commonwealth, and that no in-
spector, judge or other officer of any such
elections shall be eligible to any office to
be then voted for except that of an elec-
tion officer.
Under the law of the Commonwealth
for holding elections, the polls shall be
open at 7 o'clock A. M. and closed at 7
o’clock P. M.
GIVEN under my hand and seal at my
office in Bellefonte this 13th day of Oec-
tober, in the year of our Lord nineteem
hundred and twenty seven and in the one
hundred and fifty-first year of the Inde-
pendence of the United States of America.
E. R. TAYLOR, (Seal)
| Sheriff of Cemtre County.
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CENTRE COUNTY (Vote for One) Tots for Two) -
(Vote for One) ( Rep Rep. |
> Samuel W. Holter fee
Rep. Harry A. Rossman res
M. Ward Fleming Proh.
Proh.
bi B. F. Boal Dem Robert G. Musser Rep.
W. Harrison Walker Dem.
Dem.
0. J. Stover
Proh..
i
RECORDER OF DEEDS Harry E. Garbrick Dem. |
SHERIFF (Vote for Oné) 3 1
(Vote for One)
Lloyd A. Stover Rep.
Rep.
Harry Dukeman Dem.
Proh. Sinie H. Hoy
Proh. ¥
Harry E. Dunlap Dem CORONER )
(Vote for One) !
{ e
Rep.
COUNTY COMMISSIONER i
PROTHONGTARY (Vols for Two) Dr. W. R. Heaton Dem.
(Vote for one) Rep. | Proh.
Roy Wilkinson Rep. Howard M. Miles = Tr
Proh.
Dem.
S. Claude Herr Newton I. Wilson Rep.
Proh. COUNTY SURVEYOR
Dem. (Vote for One)
John 8. Spearly (
Proh. Rep.
! i % H. B. Shattuck Dem.
COUNTY TREASURER CA: Parrish Dens
(Vote for One) Prob. |
H. E. Holtzworth Rep. ot
: [ Dem. J
Lyman L. Smith
Proh.
let’s see what happened,” and taking
the rod from his brother's nerveless
hands he reeled in the line. The mys-
tery was quickly solved.
Fred looped on another hook, and
Rod continued fishing, but his heart
was no longer in the work; the loss
of that one enormous trout had taken
it all out of him. Half an hour later
the boys went home.
Other night trips to the Hotchkiss
Pool on the trail of the giant proved
unsuccessful. Meanwhile another ang-
ler captured a two-pound brown down
below the village. It looked like a
sure winner, for September first—
and the end of the open season—was
fast approaching. Conditions were
becoming desperate; whatever Roddy
did must be done quickly.
He and Fred went fishing every
favorable day—and on some not so
favorable. Nights as well. Cease-
less effort of that kind indeed deserv-
es success, and at last, only one day
before the season closed, Roddy got
his fish, the biggest of all his experi-
ence—a beautiful brown that weighed
two pounds and a quarter on Fred’s
pocket scales.
“That’s enough to turn the trick,
old son,” the latter told him in pro-
found satisfaction. “It’s mighty big
for this year, and I guess the chances
of anybody's topping him today or
tomorrow aren't enough to worry
about. We're through trouting till
next spring.”
The fish was duly entered in the
contest and placed on exhibition in
Sam Pruting’s store, after which
Roddy set about waiting with what
patience he could muster until the
prize outfit should be his.
Late the following afternoon he and
Fred chanced to be going by the
store. Rod’s fish was still there—
but not alone. Beside it was anoth-
er, so big that the first one was
wholly outclassed, a mere pigmy by
comparison. A small placard inform-
ed all who were interested that the
fish weighed four pounds, eleven
ounces, and the man who captured it
was one Peter Hankins.
“That loafer!” growled Fred in
disgust, “It’s bad enough to have a
decent chap beat you, Rod, but for
Pete Hankins to do it is the everlast-
ing limit. It’s an insult no less. Now
whoever would have thought anything
like this ‘could happen.” :
Mr. Hankins, indeed, enjoyed a
rather slippery reputation among the
citizens of Huntersville. ;
Rod’s heart was heavy as lead with
the bitter disappointment, but he
tried to take it like a true sportsman.
“It’s a peach of a fish, though,
Fred,” he said generously. “The big-
gest I ever saw in my life.”
“Sure is,” Fred rejoined absently.
He was eyeing the trout critically.
“Um—Mighty slim for the length. !
Ought to weigh more. Come on,
Rod!” abruptly, and Fred entered the |
store, followed by his brother. Han-
kins and several other men were at
the back, chatting with the proprietor.
Fred walked directly up to the group.
“Where did you catch that trout,
Pete?” he inquired pleasantly.
The other surveyed him with poor-
ly concealed insolence.
“None of your business, young fel-
ler,” he retorted. “I ain’t telling
where I catch my trout; especially not
trout as big as that there one.”
“No?” was Fred's cool rejoinder.
“But I rather imagine you didn’t have
much trouble landing him, now did
you, Pete?”
There was a peculiar something in
Fred's tone that caused the other men
to look up in sudden interest. Han-
kins was obviously nettled.
“What you mean by that?” he
snarled.
“Not much—except that this trout
happened to be dead when you caught
him—and dead trout don’t put up
such a terrific struggle.”
| “That’s a lie,” Hankins yelled, and
he started for Fred, his face livid.
Sam Pruting held him back.
“Cool off, Pete!” was his gruff or-
der. “Let’s get at the bottom of this.
What are you driving at?” he appeal-
‘ed to Fred.
“Three weks ago Rod hooked into
a smashing big brown up at Hotch-
kiss Pool.” Fred began. “The fish
snagged him on a boulder and went
off with some of his line. Yesterday
I was fishing on the rift below the
pool in swift water, and noticed a
| huge brown, dead, floating down
| stream. There was about six feet
of line coming out of its mouth, I
caught hold of the line, but being in-
side the fish had rotted it, and the
weight of the trout and pull of the
current snapped it off. Before I could
grab the fish it was swept down out
of sight; I didn't find it again. Ap-
parently Pete Hankins met with bet-
i ter success. a
(Continued ox page 3, Col. 1.)