Bellefonte, Pa., October 28, 1927.
THE STRONG MAN’S CODE.
To love the Truth and to fight for it
No matter what fate betide,
To toil through the day and night for it
And never to turn aside;
‘To hold his honor dear to him
As long as the game shall last,
To follow the course that’s clear to him
To the End of the World—and past.
To help the weak and the faltering,
The weary among the throng,
Yet keep, with a Will unaltering,
His place with the Stern and Strong;
To bear. the ills that are bearable
With a courage that will not tire,
Being slow to wrath, but terrible
‘When roused to a righteous ire.
To stand by his comrades loyally
Through stormy weather or fair;
To spend his substance royally
‘Whenever the need is there;
To face his Fate and to be bold to her
‘Whenever she blocks the road;
To love One Woman and hold to her—
That is the Strong Man’s Code!
—N. E. A. Bulletin.
STARR STERLING'S PROBLEM.
I'm telling you Peters, Northway
has lost his nerve. I knocked him
cold with a wild ball two weeks ago
and he’s been no good since.” Chip.
Bascombe, captain of the Beamsville
team was holding a guarded conversa-
tion with Demon Peters the new Ce-
darvale twirler. It was taking place
in the empty dressing room of the
Cedarvale Athletic Club.
+ Still scheming Bascombe had come
over to witness the game between
Cedarvale and Riverview the follow-
ing day. He was now attempting
to clinch what he considered a sure
win for the Cedarvale team.
“You've just about got the game
packed away in the ice-house,” he
continued, “but to make it a dead
sure thing get Northway’s nerve and
get it early in the game.”
The new Cedarvale pitcher regard-
ed Chip with a derisive smile.
“Say, Bascombe, maybe you don’t
know my record. I aint advertisin’
it around. but I got a record of two
years in the International to my base-
ball account, and four more in the
fastest little team the Pacific Coast
ever saw. Booze knocked me cold in
both leagues, but I don’t have to send
nobody to the hospital to win this
little game tomorrow: Those birds
won't see the old pill after it leaves
my fist. “Speed”? he continued
boastfully. “Why say Bo! they used
tocall me ‘forked lightnin’.”
Bascombe shook his head. “Don’t
get the idea, Peters, that you're run-
ning into any cinch. Sterling and
Northway are just as good a battery
as anything I've seen outside the
big leagues. If Northway could give
him the right kind of support you’d
eat dirt tomorrow. - Listen to me—
you tap him once with that ball
and his nerve’s gone for the game.
He’s dropped the last two for the
same reason.”
“Now, you listen to me Bascombe,”
broke in Peters. “I'm going to win
tomorrow’s game without gettin’ any-
body ready for no funeral—Everyone
of those birds is goin’ to wave his
stick through the ozone without hittin’
nothin’. That’s goin’ to be the kind
of game your going to see. Demon
Peters was hurt. With a contemntu-
ous snort, he turned and left Bas-
combe standing there.
Harry Northway lay on his bed
in the Mansion House tossing rest-
lessly. For Northway was haunted—
the ghost returned again and again.
It was the ghost of fear.
“You’re afraid,” it mocked him.
You'll be afraid the next time you
stand at the plate—afraid you’ll be
knocked out again.”
For two weeks this fear had haunt-
ed him, he couldn’t escape it. Sud-
denly he sat upright in bed. He
hadn't locked his door. Slipping
quickly out of bed he hurried to the
door and bolted it.
In another room Sterling lay gaz-
ing into the blackness. He was wor-
ried—worried about Northway. Two
games had been lost by Harry in the
last two weeks. Once he deliber-
ately left a high foul that would
have retired Long Point hit the
ground. On another occasion he had
refused to stand up to the plate and
had been called out on strikes. He
had coaxed, threatened, done every-
thing to bring Northway back to his
old self but he had failed.” And now
the game with Cedarvale. The Riv-
erviews would be in the cellar if they
lost any more.
Then Sterling dozed, drifted into a
sleep filled with disturbing dreams.
He was struggling through billows
of smoke: coughing, spluttering plung-
ing on and on. It seemed as if he
would never escape. Then he awak-
ened, sat bolt upright. Something
was burning. He ran to the door and
pulled it open. A cloud of smoke
enveloped him. The place was afire.
Slipping on clothes he ran into the
corridor.
Now from below came the noise
of shouting—the sound of running
feet. The rest of the fellows—where
were they? Running along the hall
he flung each door open, shouting as
he ran.
In a moment the passage was alive
with confused voices.
“Down the stair!” yelled Sterling,
“Fire.”
“Down the stair!”
Pell mell they stumbled down the
stairway. Starr checked them off as
they passed. Thev were all there.
No! Northway was ..Jissing. North-
way’s room was the last on the pass-
age. He had missed it.
Back Starr sprang to Harry’s room
flinging himself upon the door. It
did not give. Northway had locked
himself in. Furiously Sterling beat
upon it. There was no answer. Had
Harry been overcome with smoke?
No? Northway had heard him. He
oom
The deserted hall was filling rapid-
ly with smoke. :
Sterling’s eyes were smarting.
He was beginning to cough.
At that moment the door opened
and Harry bewildered and still half
asleep staggered out. Tg
“Fire! The place is afire,” cried
Sterling. “Grab some clothes and fol-
low me.” & 5B i
Down the passage through the
smoky fog plunged the boys. They |
had reached the stairs. There a
sheet of flame swept up the stairway, .
burst through the gray fog, and drove
them back.
White faced: Northway turned to
Sterling. “Starr,” he coughingly
gasped, “we’re trapped.” Sterling did
not answer. i)
Grasping Harry by the arm he |
hurried him to the stairway leading :
to the third floor. |
“Up,” he tersely commanded, “the
roof.” Two steps at a time the boys
raced to the next landing. |
On several occasions that summer
while playing the boys had stayed at
the Mansion House, and Starr was
somewhat familiar with the place.
On the top was a large store room.
Here Sterling hoped to find rope. He
was not disappointed. A large coil |
lay on the floor. Seizing it he ran to
the window and looked out.
Three stories below a crowd of
people had gathered. As they saw
Sterling, a great shout went up.
Several were signalling to him. For
a moment he did not grasp the mean- |
ing of their signals. Then he knew. '
The fire had started in the front of
the house. Already the flames: like
a host of ravenous serpents were
coiling upward licking their way to |
the third story.
Quickly Sterling and Northway |
ran through the hall to the back of |
the hotel. A door blocked their pass-
age. It was locked. Again and again |
they threw themselves upon it. It
did not budge an inch. |
“Out of the front window to the |
roof,” cried Sterling. “Our only
chance.” |
Back into the lumber room they
raced. It was then that Sterling |
thought of Northway. Had Harry |
the nerve? !
“Harry,” he said, we've got to get |
out of this mess and apparently there
is only one way. That's through the
window to the roof. Ill go first.
When I drop the rope, you follow.”
With the rope wound about him,
up to the sill sprang Sterling—
through the crackling roar he could
hear the voices from below. Ten
feet above stretched the flat roof of
the building, which offered a way to
safety. :
Cautiously he drew himself up. A
misstep would send him hurtling
through space into the crowd below.
Now he had reached the upper part
of the framework. How his fingers
dug into each welcome crevice of the
clapboard building. Now they reach-
ed the edge of the roof. Slowly he
drew himself up. Into those few sec-
onds he crowded every ounce of ener- |
gy and determination he possessed. It |
was the greatest struggle for life that
he had ever experienced. Now he had
breasted the roof. Now one leg was |
over. Then with a superhman heave"
he flung himself over and lay panting
there. !
He lay for a moment only. The |
next he was on his feet. Quickly |
he unwound the rope about his waist |
and leaned over the edge. Ten feet
below amid the curling smoke he
could see the white face of Northway.
“Fasten it around you.” he shout-
ed, as he dropped at least twenty feet
of rope. Then Northway, with out-
stretched arms, drew it in. |
The waiting seemed hours. Great
tongues of flame were licking the
face of the building. Would North-
wav never come ?
“Harry, he shouted.
There was no renly—slowly he pull-
ed the rope in. Then it grew taut,’
and Starr felt the dead weight of
Harry’s body at the other end. North-
way had either fainted or had been
overcome with smoke.
Running back, Starr flung the rone
about the chimney. In a flash he
had knotted it securely. Now he was
back at the edge. Seizing the rope
and twisting his legs around it: as
quickly as he dared he let himself
down.
The smoke was shifting. Great:
jagged flames were heginning to shoot
through the dense fog that was roll- |
ing upward, as Sterling’s feet touch- |
ed the sill. The hot breath of one of |
these fiery tongues scorched his cloth-
ing. 3
A jump and Starr was inside. |
Through the smoke he could see
Harry struggling to his feet. “The
smoke,” he choked, “almost finished
me.
“Out Harry quick,” shouted Ster-
ling, rousing Northway to action.
Throwing one arm about Northway
he hurried him to the window.
Horrified the boys eyes rested on
their rope. It was in flames. Above
them for an instant it writhed like
some fiery serpent, then the blazing
end fell through the window and a
sheet of flame drove them back.
They were trapped in the burning
building. Both boys were stunned
with the thought of the peril that
faced them.
Then a miracle occurred. The
ghost of fear that had haunted Harry
for two weeks suddenly left him.
He was facing a greater danger than
he had ever faced. Yet at that mo-
ment he became calm and collected.
Throwing the rope from beneath
his arms, he caught Starr by the
shoulder.
Come Sterling, we've got to find
another way out and find it fast.
“Look” he cried, “where does that
door lead to?”
Sterling looked in the direction
toward which Northway had pointed.
When in the room on a previous
occasion the door he saw had been
blocked by old furniture. Otherwise
he would have thought of it sooner.
Harry was already there. The door
was locked. But two crashing blows
with an axe Northway had picked up
smashed the lower panels. In an ine
stant they were through.
was ‘coming to the door.
It was a narrow hallway in which
Photo by Henry Miller
Front view of the sculptured allegorical group in the center of the
General George Gordon Meade
VICTOR OF GETTYSBURG IN MARBLE
Memorial in Washington just presented
by the State of Pennsylvania to the Federal Government. In the fore-
ground, left to right, are Edward P. Simon and Grant M. Simon, of
Philadelphia, architects of the memorial; Nicola d’Ascenzo, secretary of
the Pennsylvania State Art Commission, and Getulio Piccirilli, of New
York, who executed the design of the memorial.
they found themselves, a sharp turn
led to the rear of the house, here
breathing was easier.
While it had seemed hours to Ster-
ling since he had aroused Harry from
his sleep, actually not more than ten
minutes had passed, and while the
fire had made considerable headway
in the front portion of the houses it:
had not yet eaten its way to the rear.
True ghostly trails of grey were
shooting through the corridor and as
Starr flung open the window at the
end of the hall he could see smoke
curling upward from the windows on
the lower floors.
Ten feet blow lay the roof of the
kitchen. There lay safety but be-
tween them and safety lay an alley
of at least six feet, the kitchen being
separated from the main house and
connected by a covered passage fur-
ther down.
It was Harry who spoke, his voice
and nerve were as steady as a rock.
“We've got to jump it old man,
but we'll have to get rid of this
framework first. We can’t do much |
crouching with that in, look out for
flying glass. Here goes.” i
The framework was demolished in
a moment. :
“Now for the jump—I’ll go first.”
volunterred Harry, springing to the
sill. For a second only he hesitated,
then Starr saw him spring clear his
body streaking through the air on its
down flight.
His feet struck near the edge—
perilously near. Sterling’s hands
clenched the woodwork as he saw
Northway sway on the edge, then he
fell forward on his face. He was up
again in a jiffy.
“All right old man,” he shouted.
Shoot!”
Starr crouched then launched him-
self through space. His spring car-
ried him further than Northway. He
stumbled, then was on his feet.
Some of the crowd had seen the
boys and a ladder was quickly run up.
Then Harry and Starr felt the arms
of their friends around them.
Never had such a crowd gathered
on the Cedarvale Athletic Field. The
reputation of Demon Peters had
drawn hundreds from the surround-
ing country.
Through the prompt action of the
local fire dept., the greater part of
the Mansion House had been saved.
Those visitors whose rooms had been
destroyed had secured temporary
accommodation elsewhere. Fortun-
ately the uniforms of the visiting
team had been in the store room.
“
It was a long hard struggle, eight
innings had passed without either
team making a run. Both Peters
and Sterling were pitching no hit
games.
“Demon” Peters was giving the
crowd all they had hoped for. Ter-
rific speed combined with faultless
placing control kept the crowd gasp-
ing.
On the other hand Sterling's twirl-
ing had been of the veteran variety.
True, there was two stages—once
in the third and again in the fifth
when it seemed that the Cedarvales
had solved his delivery. But the
remarkable work of Larkspur at short
and Halliday in the right field had
saved the Riverviews.
Sterling had been studying Peters.
As captain he had endeavored to ana-
lyze ‘the Cedarvale twirler and ‘find
if possible his weak spot. For he
was sure that Demon had his weak
spot otherwise he would have still
been working in the big leagues.
Early in the eighth he discovered
one of them, Peters had an ungov-
ernable temper—a lack of self con-
trol. Such a pitcher is unreliable.
A captain can never tell when he'll
‘throw the entire game.
“Sterling had changed his batting
order somewhat and Gray was head-
ing the list. For the eighth Paul was
hit a glancing blow from a swift in-
shoot. He took first and Anderson
trotted down to the coaching line.
“We're away—We’re away,” he
chirruped. “Peters of the big league
is going—going—gone.”
Peters shot a malevolent glance in
Jim’s direction, then burnt the air
with a dizzy drop.
Larkspur followed Gray by dump-
ing a slow ball toward short. Hop-
bine at short made a drive for the
ball.
box and attempted to scoop it up.
At Peters’ move Hopkins stopped
dead. Peters had misjudged the ball
course. Hopkins cuffed it down.
When he recovered, Lark had cross-
‘ed first and Gray was clinging to the
secend sack.
Then Demon Peters blazed out. His
insulting, cutting words brought the
blood to Hopkins face. The short
stop opened his mouth to speak but
closed it again without retorting, but
the red spot burned in either cheek,
as he returned to his position. In
that moment Sterling discovered
Peters weakness.
Anderson at first was jubliant.
“My, Oh, my, the merry go round has
started. Get aboard! Get aboard!”
box. He was in a savage humor and
fast losing that calm assurance that
had characterized his playing all
through the game.
Sterling selected a bat and stepped
to the plate. With two men on base
and none out, the grand stand and
bleachers grew feverish with excite-
ment. Sterling realized that a gold-
en opportunity lay just within his
grasp. A single would fill the sacks,
a two bagger bring in a run that
might win the game.
Then Peters sent one sizzling over.
It was wide. So wide that Jones the
Cedarvale backstop had to extend
himself to gather it in. Two more of
the same variety followed. Would
Peters walk Sterling?
With all the speed he could com-
mand, the Cedarvale pitcher deliver-
ed his fourth ball.
to avoid it. Too late! Starr drop-
[SQ aeros the plate as if he had been
shot.
But Sterling’s jump had saved him.
The ball had struck him, but glancing-
ly and only with sufficient force to
cause him to stand and fall.
Jones helped him to his feet, and
waving off a substitute runner he
walked slowly down to first. The
bases were full.
Then Halliday Who followed Ster-
ling struck out. With one out An-
derson walked to the plate. Three
pitched balls sent him back to the
bench. The base were still full but
two men were out.
Peters apparently had settled back
into his old time form and Harry
Northway had absolute control of his
pitching.
For a moment as Harry faced Pet-
ers he felt nervous.
ened to return. ' Something seemed to
whisper in his ear—You can’t do it.
Simultaneously Peters left the :
Peters kicked a pebble out of the !
Sterling jumped !
The fear threat-
i
I
Peters will knock you cold if you don't
step back. He was trembling slight-
ly now. The fate of the game lay
in his hands.
Then Peters delivered the ball—
delivered it straight at Northway it
seemed and with the speed of a bul-
let. And Harry drew back,—but
drew back to lamb the old pill for a
ride that sent it sizzling into centre
field. joann
Brown, the star gardner of the
Silver River league, saw it coming,
then turned his back on the ball, and
ran. Suddenly he flung up
into his glove and stuck there,—but
only for a moment. As his feet
touched the ground he stumbled and
the ball bounded from him.
With the first crack of the bat—
Gray and Larkspur and Sterling were |
off like a bunch of frightened whip-
pets. It was hit and run, with a
deep throated roar that shook the
grandstand every man was on his
feet. Brown had lost the ball.
When the ball was returned to the
diamond three tallies were chalked
up for Riverview—and Harry was
hugging third.
Price, who followed,
but Price didn’t count. Northway’s
three bagger had won the game.
“Harry old man,” said Sterling
affectionately as he flung one arm
over Northway’s shoulder. “You've
won two games today. One with Ce-
darvale and the other a greater vic-
tory still—the one over yourself.”
—From the Reformatory Record.
Dogs Readily Detect
Unreality of “Movies”
Cats, birds and snakes respond to
motion pictures as if they were real,
but dogs cannot be fooled, according
to tests made by a German scientist.
The dogs paid no attention even when
pictures of other dogs were shown.
The only exception was when a little
dachshund ran up to the screen.
sniffed at the people shown on it and
then suddenly lost interest, apparent-
ly satisfied that the figures were not
real, relates Popular Mechanics Mag-
azine. Cats bristled defiance when a
large dog appeared cn the screen,
domestic fowl showed fright at the
sight of a hawk hovering over a field, !
and wild birds showed different de-
grees of interest. An excitable
rooster flew repeatedly at an imag-
inary enemy on the screen. When
pictures of flies and worms were
shown in their natural size on a white
screen, various reptiles snapped at
them and evidenced astonishment
when they caught nothing.
Saving Search
The kind woman noticed an old
nan, whose right leg was gone, stand-
fing on a street corner with a per:
plexed look on his face.
“My poor man,” she said, “are you
lost?” : :
“No, ma'am,” he replied. “I'm
looking fer a feller that got his left
leg shot off in battle.”
“What is his name?”
“] don't know that,” was the reply,
“but he wears a number ten shoe.”
“For heaven's sake,
know who he is, how do you know he
wears a number ten shoe?’
“I ain't sure he does, but it stands
to reason thet if he don't, one or
t’other of us is going to have trouble
with his bunions. Lady, I'm looking
for a right-legged feller to go partners
with on a new pair of shoes.”
In the Hands of Love
To know that Love alone was the
and succeeded only in diverting its i neginning of nature and creature, that
nothing but Love encompasses the
whole universe of things, that the gov-
erning Hand that overrules all, the
watchful eye that sees through all, is
nothing but omnipotent and omniscient
Love, using an infinity of wisdom, to
save every misguided creature from
the miserable works of its own hands.
and make happiness and glory the per-
petual inheritance of all the creation,
is a reflection that must be quite rav-
ishing to every intelligent creature
that is sensible of it, writes William
Law, the English mystic of the Eight-
centh century.
Field of Peterloo
The Field of PPeterloo is a name pop-
ularly given in England to the scene
of an attack by the yeoman cavalry
upon a political meeting held in St.
Peter's field, Manchester, on August
16, 1819. The meeting was attended
by 60,000 persons. and in the clash
with the cavalry eight persons were
killed and many wounded. The word
Peterloo was formed from the name
of the field in burlesque imitation of
Waterloo, the scene of Wellington's
famous victory over Napoleon, won
four years and two months before the
clash at St. Peter’s field, Manchester.
Effort Alone Gets Results
Character is the individual’s pecu-
lar way of dealing with life. Char-
acter is to life what efficiency is to
working. Indolence plays a persistent
hand in human nature, Effort is the
sole reality from which any definite
result can be expected. If failure
comes, in spite of added knowledge,
nothing remains but further effort.
We have only to renew effort in the
light of still better knowledge.~Psy-
chology Magazine.
She Paid the Postage
A woman bought a birthday gift
{fn one of Cincinnati's department
stores. She asked the saleslady to
have it mailed out from the store to
Berkeley, Calif.
“We will be glad to do so,” said
the obliging young clerk, “but if that
place is over 200 nilles away, you will
have to pay the postage.”
his arm, '
struck out,
if you don’t
FARM NOTES.
{ —The best temperature for keeping
apples is 30 to 32 degrees Fahrenheit,
‘and ‘the nearer this temperature can.
be maintained the longer the apples:
will keep.
—Feed Ram Some Grain.—To in--
sure a good, vigorous lamb crop see
that the ram is kept in active breeding
condition. This is possible by feeding
him some oats and bran.
—Do not Pick too Soon.—See that
Golden Delicious apples hang on the:
trees as long as possible before pick-
ing. This will permit them to ripen
naturally. They will then keep bet--
ter in storage.
' —Water is the cheapest dairy feed.
Milk is about 87 per cent. water so
cows need large amounts of this feed
daily. Drinking cups are practical
‘and large profits can be expected from
this kind of an investment where they
can be used, say dairy specialists at
State College.
—Keep Flock Healthy.—If the
growing flocks of pullets had cocci-
diosis during the summer, or if they
are infested with worms, the walls of
the intestines are greatly thickened.
This condition is often called Enteri-
tis. The following mixture helps a
great deal in relieving this condition:
8 ounces powdered catechu, 2 ounces
powdered sodium phenolsulphonate, 2
ounces powdered calcium phenolsul-
phonate, 4 ounces powdered sulphate
of zinc. Use one heaping teaspoon-
full of this formula to each gallon
of drinking water for one week, fol-
lowed by one dose of epsom salts at
the rate of one pound of salts per 400
pounds of chicken.
When a farmer’s teeth begin to keep
him awake nights he usally goes to a
dentist to find out what is wrong and
to have the offending members re-
paired or removed. When a horse’s
teeth go bad, as they sometimes do,
about the only thing the horse has to
do is “grin and bear it” until such
time as the owner happens to discover
the cause of the apparent inability of
the horse to carry a full load. Bad
teeth keep horses from eating full ra-
tions; this in turn causes a loss of
weight beyond what is considered to
. be reasonably good working flesh. If
i thera are any animals that are too
thin, considering the feed offered and
the work done, it is ‘a good thing to
have the teeth of such animals exam-
ined. In many cases bad teeth will be
found as the major cause of the ex-
cessive loss of weight.
| ——
—That the veterinary science of the
State of Illinois has conquered that
dread disease of horseflesh, known as
glanders, is evident from a compari-
son of indemnity funds paid for ani-
mals condemned as victims of that in-
curable disease, as administered
through the division of animal indus-
try, Illinois department of agricul-
ture.
During the biennium that ended
June 30, there was not a single case
recorded wherein any horse in Illinois
was condemned and put to death on
account of this contagious disease.
During the biennium that closed
June 30, 1925, the State paid out for
horses that died of glanders, $5,882,-
50. During the two-year period end-
ing June 30, 1923, the cost to the
Bare for glanders indemnity was $7,-
—A survey of successful swine
breeders fails to reveal one that has
used anything other than high-class
boars, says W. C. Skelley, assistant
animal husbandman at the New Jer-
sey State College of Agriculture. A
good boar, he points out, will do more
toward developing a fast-growing,
vigorous, profitable herd than any
other single factor.
i For herds of five or six sows an
eight or nine-month-old boar is com-
monly used with satisfactory results.
On larger herds older boars are fa-
vored by the best breeders.
Herd owners in the market for
boars need not to go outside New Jer-
sey, in the opinion of Professor
Skelley. Some outstanding animals
are obtainable from Berkshire and
Duroc-Jersey breeders in this State.
County agricultural agents make it a
point to bring buyers and sellers to-
gether when requested. In this way
the general quality of the swine in
New Jersey is being improved.
—Recent experiments at the Iowa
| State college have shown that “mass
| treatment” of ten or twenty hogs at
i a time for worms, is just as effective
as individual treatment, and vastly
easier. ' The method was as follows:
i _ The pigs were starved for one whole
: day, receiving nothing but water. In
the evening they received the dose of
i worm medicine, pre santonin, mixed
with a thin slop. The amount of san-
tonin is small, but this is easily mixed
uniformly in the slop by shaking up
in a bottle with milk or water and
pouring along the trough.
All night the pigs received no wa-
ter, but the next morning they were
given a drink of epsom salts solution
as a purge, about a quarter of a
pound to two gallons of water. Gau-
ber salts would do as well. In anoth-
er hour they were given a regular
morning feed.
Results showed a great many
worms. As far as could be told, the
pigs receiving the mass treatment lost
as many worms as other lots adjoin-
ing which reecived the individual
treatment. In order to be certain,
however, the experimenters waited 21
days, long enough for any worm eggs
to incubate, and then gave another
treatment, extra strong. Not a worm
or a sign of one was found, either
from the individual treatment or the
mass treatment.
Scale of dosage was based on two
grains of pure santonin for a 25-
pound pig, and one grain additional
for each additional 25 pounds. Thus
a 50-pound pig received three grains,
a T5-pound pig four grains. Mass
| treatment cannot be given with any
drug except santonin.