Bellefonte, Pa., April 13, 1928.
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WE'VE SOLD THE CAR.
We've sold the car,
A good old friend,
The good old car
Is at an end.
Some other hand
Will have the fun,
And try to make
The old car run.
We've traded in
The good old car,
For that’s the way
That people are.
Old age had come
And youth had gone.
And so we passed
The old car on.
It seems unkind,
It seems unfair,
But that’s the way
That friendships wear.
Yet none can say
We did not praise
It even in
Its saddest days.
Yes, if you think
We did not claim
We loved the old
Car still the same,
And swear it was
As good as new,
Then ask the man
We sold it to.
—By Douglas Malloch.
HE NAMED HER “JUSTICE.”
When Fred Keller and Oscar Carl-
sen got off the train at Seaview, Fla.,
they were completely snubbed by ev-
ery porter in the station, for they
looked exactly like the porters them-
selves, except that they seemed to be
off duty. Fred’s blanket roll could
not possibly hold a set of golf clubs
and Oscar’s canvas bag was not cov-
ered with Eurcpean hotel stickers.
Mr. Keller did not carry a poodle, and
although Mr. Carlsen was unusually
bowlegged, it was easy to see that
his deformity came from walking too
early and not from riding behind the
hounds.
Instead of getting into one of the
shining, well-padded hotel busses,
they walked up the street until they
found a rooming house which looked
sufficiently disreputable, so that they
would not have to pay out many dol-
lars for the insults which they would
receive in return. Their budget was’
limited and they had not come to
Florida for the winter, but had come
for business. After they had depos-
ited ‘their luggage in their room they
walked down to the sea, which might
hold a fortune for them if they knew
how to get it. There were large es-
tates all along the shore and there
was only one small public park and
beach where the proletariat was al-
lowed to wet its feet.
“Here is where we will have to
work from.” announced. Keller. “If
we touch any of those private beach-
es they will set the bulldog after us.”
At 6 o'clock they returned to their
hotel and spent an active half hour
reaching for their supper. Their
most strenuous competitor was a man
named Barker, who had lived in Sea-
view for five years as a carpenter,
butler, fisherman and barber. After
supper he offered to show the new-
comers about the place, so the three
set out for a walk.
“Over there is Juhn L. Carson’s
place,” explained Barker. “He's the
pork packer, you know. And on this
side of the point is Elmer Bradley's
place. It’s the biggest place around
here. He’s the big cornstarch man,
you know.- You heard about Mrs.
Bradley’s pearls ,didn’t you? It was
in all the papers for a week.”
“I remember seeing something
about them,” said Keller casually.
“What happened to them?”
“She lost her string of pearls right
out in the bay there. They were giv-
ing a party on their yacht, the Bea-
con, and she leaned over the rail and
the pearls caught nn something and
the clasp opened up and down they
went into the water. For a week the
town was full of newspaper reporters
and detectives. I guess the Bradleys’
pictures were in every paper in the
country. But they didn’t find the
pearls. The insurance company
brought a diver here, but he couldn’t
find anything, so Mrs. Bradley got
her money for them.”
“How much were they worth?”
“The insurance company offered a
$50,000 reward for them, so I guess
they were worth at least $100,000!”
Keller and Carlsen whistled to
themselves silently.
In the morning they bought a
small rowboat, loaded it with fishing
tackle, and paddled out to the loca-
tion which .Barker had indicated.
They fished for a while and then
jumped in for a swim. They tried
diving to the bottom and after an
hour became fairly proficient.
“In a day or two it will be easy,”
said Keller. “All we will have to
watch is our location, so we won’t
cover the same spot twice. We can
line up with the trees on the shore .
and the trees on Bradley’s place. If |
we move one tree east and one south ’
each day we will finish in a couple of '
weeks.” '
“How about the diving suit?” asked
Carlsen. “I paid out $100 for it and ,
you spent a week patching up the
leaks. Why did we buy it if we are |
not going to use it?”
“We will use it, but not unless we |
fail this way. If Bradley saw us out !
here in that suit he would get out
an injunction against us.”
“You talk as if the Bradleys don’t
want us to find the pearls. I should
think they would be grateful to get
them back because the newspapers
said they could not be matched at any
cost.
“They might want them back and,
again, they might not,” said Keller.
“Remember that although you are
putting up the money for the trip, I
‘am the captain and I have offered you
ten to one on your thousand dollars
if we find the pearls. And also re-
member that I want to find those
pearls more than anything in the
world, so you can be sure I will do
everything to get them. So keep
your shirt on, Oscar.”
Once, when they got back into the
boat for a rest and a cigarette, they
saw a yacht coming into the bay.
When it came closer they saw that it
was the Beacon. It was more than
100 feet long and cut its way through
the water like a bully, rolling enor-
which nearly swamped them.
Suddenly they realized that the
Beacon was not going to turn away
from them. They were so surprised
that they did not move until the Bea-
con was only thirty feet away, and
then they dived like two frogs into
the bay, and when they came up they
saw the Beacon’s prow cut its way
through their flimsy boat. Fifteen
minutes later they waded up to the
public beach exhausted after a quar-
ter-mile swim.
“The dirty devils, they tried to run
into us!” gasped Carlsen as soon as
he could talk.
“Oh, no, they wouldn’t do that! I
don’t believe they saw us. It was
just an accident—mnot intentional,”
said Keller. He was afraid that Carl-
sen would be afraid to go on with the
search, and he did not want to lose
his financial support so early. On
the other hand, Keller was overjoyed
at being run over. It showed him
that he was searching in the right
place. Otherwise Bradley would have
let him alone.
They bought another boat and
though Keller hated to flatter Bradley
so highly. Carlsen fussed a bit about
the extra expense, but he paid for it
after Keller had told him that he
all the money he had spent already.
“We can’t accomplish much this
way,” said Keller one day. “We can
cover only a few hundred square feet
in a day, and during the night the
tide might wash the pearls back to a
place we have already covered. We
will have to get out the diving suit
and take a chance at it.”
Carlsen agreed, because he was
financing the expedition and he hated
to think of the second-hand diving
suit going to waste in the hotel room.
Furthermore, he wanted to get the
search completed because he wanted
to go home.
That night they sat up late reading
an instruction book which told of the
possibilities of their deep-water
lounging robe. Each tried it on and
little enthusiasm was inspired by it.
“I can’t imagine wearing it to
church,” said Keller.
“But it would be great for the
Charleston,” encouraged Carlsen.
“Once you got those lead shoes going
they would swing for an hour. And
when you passed out they could car-
ry you just the way you were.”
They waited several days for. the
Beacon to go on a cruise, because they
did not want to be caught in such
elaborate equipment for fear Bradley
would get the local authorities to ask
them for their diver’s license. The
Beacon stayed at her dock for several
days, and then Barker brought the ru-
mor to Keller that the Bradleys were
clockiglg up for a. trip to Bermuda
and they would leave that night.
At 4 the next morning they smug-
gled their suit down to the boat and
slowly paddled out to their position.
The Beacon had gone, so they had an
easy day before them. Their boat
was nearly swamped at every stroke,
because it was not accustomed to
dredging duty.” Keller struggled with
the suit and finally got into it. He
waited for the sun to come up und
then dropped his heavy feet over the
side and jumped over and down. Carl-
sen held on to the rope and operated
a little air fan which they had set up.
It wasn’t so bad, he thought, to loll
in the sun while Keller was down at
the bottom in a second-hand diver’s
suit.
i Keller jerked at his signal rope ev-
ery few minutes and Carlsen rowed a
few strokes more. In an hour they
had covered more territory than they
had in two weeks of ordinary diving.
Suddenly Carlsen looked up and
saw the Beacon steaming back into
the bay. Apparently Mrs. Bradley
had forgotten her umbrella and was
,coming back for it. Instead of going
the shortest way, the Beacon had
veered to the left and was heading
straight for the rowboat. For once
in his life Carlsen had a thought for
some one else. He tore off a piece of
cord from the fishing line, tied the
air tupe, closed and tied the tube and
safety rope to a box and threw it
overboard. Then he grabbed his oars,
rowed full speed to the shallow water
and closed his eyes.
A secend later he heard the Beacon
rush directly over Keller's head and
he felt the resulting swells. He op-
ened his eyes again and rowed back
to the floating box. He prayed fluent-
mous swells toward the rowboat
charged the cost to an act of God, al-
could not drop out now without losing |
! washed the pearls out of the mud.
| had been over the same spot ten times
never listened to Keller and had
stayed at home. What would he say
to Keller's family at the memorial
| service? “He was walking west when
I last saw him. He was well dressed
'and was in no danger of getting sun-
burned.”
| And Keller also wondered where he
'was going. Hundreds of fish went
i past him, but not one would tell him
anything. Perhaps, in a year or so,
he would come out at Gibraltar or
| Buenos Aires, but it was improbable
that he would last that long.
| At 7 o'clock that night Carlsen
' dragged something that looked like a
i walrus out of the water. When he
got it on the beach he skinned it and
out jumped Keller. He really did not
| jump out. He just rolled a little to
i the left and looked up at the sky.
A few men and dogs crowded around,
' so Carlsen threw the diving suit back
i into the rowboat and escorted Keller
i off toward their hotel.
| “Bring the suit. Bring the suit,”
‘was all the exhausted Keller could
say, so Carlsen had to throw the thing
on his back and stagger off. When
they reached their room Keller locked
the door and then climbed in bed and
went to sleep immediately. Carlsen
scratched his head a few times and
then went to bed, too. But he awoke
early and got up to look around. He
turned the diving suit over and put
his hand into the pocket which was
sewed on the outside.
thing sandy and he pulled it out. It
was the string of pearls!
He looked at them for a second and
then said:—“Pearls! Those are noth-
ing but beads.” They had been good
imitations, perhaps, but the salt wat-
‘er had eaten them almost away and
the string that held them was just
on the point of giving up. There was
(a diamond clasp on the string that
| might be worth a few dollars, but that
was all.
What would Keller think when he
woke up? Well, he did not care. He
he had financed the crazy trip. They
; would have made more money if they
had fished for sardines with their
straw hats. He started to pack up.
As soon as Keller got up they would
catch the first train north.
Presently Keller awoke and turned
his bright eyes toward Carlsen’s sad
ones.
1 “It was the whale that did it!” he
cried.
“What whale did what?” asked
i Carlsen morbidly.
“That whale that swam over me
churned up the water so much that
: and never would have seen them if it
| hadn’t been for that whale. When I
looked up and saw his white belly he
scared the life out of me, but I would
have welcomed his return in order to |
thank him.”
“It wasn’t a whale—it was the Bea-
son that went over your head. What
did you want to thank him for?”
“l wanted to thank it for kicking
up those pearls.”
“Pearls, nothing! Those are imita-
tions!”
Keller jumped out of bed and took
the pearls away from Carlsen. Heo
looked at them for a full minute wi
shining eyes.
“Oh, boy, I never expected to find
anything so good as this! I hoped
for it, but didn’t really expect it.”
“You hoped to find a string of imi-
tation pearls on the bottom of the |
ocean? Why didn’t you stop in at a
10-cent store and buy a string for
yourself that wasn’t waterscaked and
rotten? And why didn’t you tell me
that you were out hunting beads?
You could have saved me the trip and
a good piece of money.”
“I didn’t tell you because I knew
you wouldn’t understand. You don’t
even understand now. You thought I
was fool enough to go hunting for
real pearls did you? Well, I'm not
as crazy as that. I suspected these
were imitations and that’s why I
came.”
Keller sat in his room for an hour
fondling them carefully because they
were ready to fall apart any minute.
“Look at the clasp!” he said to
himself. “It was never unfastened
and the string isn’t broken. ‘Helen
Bradley’ is engraved on it, too. And
look at the lead sinker tied to the
string! I guess Mrs. Bradley is not
as shrewd as her husband. Wait till
I get hold of them!”
As he walked toward the Bradley
estate he realized that he liked Flor-
ida. It had a climate that made an
active man lazy and a lazy man com-
fortable. And he liked Bradley's es-
tate. It was large enough so that
the family cow would not have to sit
on the front porch all day. Of course,
Bradley did not have a cow; he had
a dairy. That was even better.
, When Keller rang the doorbell at
the Spanish villa he trembled with
‘ anticipation. The butler came and
It felt some- !
i would lose more than Keller, because
would want to buy them.”
He watched her face as she looked
faded into a telltale blush. Her eyes
lost their look of arrogance.
“No—,” she stammered. “I don’t
need any more pearls.”
“Would you call your husband? 1
would like to have him see them.”
She rang for the butler and told
him to tell Mr. Bradley to come to
iher. She lighted a cigarette and
“looked out of the window. She threw
| the cigarette into a fireplace and bit
‘her fingernails.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“I am just a pearl merchant, Mrs.
Bradley, and I try to get a high price
for everything I sell!”
“No, you’re not! I saw vou fishing
out in the hay. Henry saw you, too,
and I think he knows you.”
Mr. Bradley came in. He was
dressed in a blue coa:, white flannels
and white shoes. His face was still
young—much younger than Keller's,
although they were the same age.
‘wife, and then she saw Keller and rec-
ognized him.
“What are you doing here? I
thought I was through with you. Do
not try to ask any favors of me,” he
"began insolently. But Keller smiled
at him and his wife was crying. He
could see that something had gone
wrong.
“Look!” said‘ Mrz. Bradley, and
pointed to the jewel case which Kel-
ler held oper. in his hand.
Bradley looked and blushed pro-
fusely. Then he straightened up and
| snarled: “What are you doing now,
i Keller—peddling beads?”
| “You can’t get anywhere that way,
' Bradley. I have you where I want
you and you can’t squirm out of it.
i I have come to collect what you owe
me. I had to wait a long time, but
lit is worth it.”
“I suppose you are trying to black-
mail we with those pearls. Well, who ]
can prove they are ours?”
“The diamond clasp is engraved
with Mrs, Bradley’s name, you know.”
“Then we can admit they are ours
and were lost, instead of the others,
and send a check iv the insurance
company, and then wnere will you
stand 7”
“Remember, these werent lost,
Bradley. They were thrown away.
When I found them the clasp was
fastened and this lead sinker was at-
tached. And I have a witness.”
Bradley was a little surprised at
that. He thought his wife had better
sense.
“Well, you can’t scare me with your
bluff. Get out of here.”
“All right. And in ten minutes the
insurance company’s detective will
lock you both up. I telegraphed him
and he is waiting in my room.”
“Let him come. You can’t prove
anything.”
“That makes no difference, Bradley.
We have come so close to proving it
that it would look rather black for
you, anyway. Ten chances to one you
and your wife will be working in the
prison shoe factory within a month.
And you will be surprised to see what |,
that will do to your social position.
Even if you escape prison, the.thing
will severely curb your future aspira-
tions. I will admit your social posi-
tion is nothing to brag about, but it
could be a lot worse. And think how
you would feel if you slipped down af-
| ter you had climbed so high.”
Mrs. Bradley was expecting to be in-
vited to the Heathercotes’ ball at
Palm Beach. She had waited for five
years and had just about made the
grade. If this pearl story got out
she would be dropped from the list.
Even the Highcombs and the Trew-
fars would snub her.
Bradley was thinking the same
thing. He mig t shoot Keller and get
the pearls back, but the murder would
also effect him. It would not hurt
his social position as much as the
pearl exposure, but people did have
a way of taking murders rather ser-
iously. He wondered what Keller
wanted. He might as well find out
and get the thing hushed up.
“Well, Keller, you have collected
some circumstantial evidence which,
if brought to light, might injure us
some. Of course, it is fallacious, but
it would have an unpleasant effect up-
on some of our friends. What do
you want for your pearls?”
“Do you remember when I invented
the wrapping machine ten years ago?
I offered you a partnership then, but
you did not accept. Instead, you
stole my plans and got the machine
patented in your name. We had
| worked and lived together for five
. years and, naturally, I was very gen-
| erously inclined toward you, because
| you were my best friend. But you
were not so generous. You were a
dirty thief and still are, as far as I
know. You have been living off some-
thing that belongs to me and I have
ly as he pulled the box into the boat. looked once at the visitor and said | been working like a dog because I
The tube and line were still fastened
to it! He tied the rope to the rowlock,
opened the air tube and started pump-
ing air. He jerked the signal line and
‘that Mr. and Mrs. Bradley were out.
| “Tell them I heard that Mrs. Brad-
ley lost her pearls and is in the mar-
ket for another string. I have some
got a response. Keller was still alive, ' that I know she would like to buy.”
. equipment for pulling the diver up be-
| were tied to a dock. Then it did
but he could not see why. He felt |
three jerks, which meant that Keller
wanted to come up.
Carlsen pulled as hard as he could,
but he saw that the boat would not
stand the load. They had not installed
cause they thought it would be a sim-
ple matter. With all his ham-sized
muscles Carlsen could not raise Kel-
ler an inch. Then he tied the rope te
the stern and started rowing for shal-
low water, but the boat did not move
one millimeter. It stayed as if it
move two feet. Keller had under-
stood! He was going to try to walk
to shallow water and, perhaps, to
shore,
For hours Carlsen tugged at the
oars and pum air down the tube,
while, below, Keller pulled one lead
shoe after another into seaweeds and
over slippery rocks. At intervals they
rested. Carlsen could see that the end
of the expedition had come because
from what he had already learned, a
complete diving boat would have to
be equipped with a steam winch, and
it would cost a million dollars. Fur-
thermore, they would not dare to try
it again, because the Beacon was al-
ways after them. He wished he had
The butler returned again and said !
that Mrs. Bradley was not interested |
in any more pearls.
“Tell her, then, that I am also
working for the insurance company
that carries her risks and I would like
to know if everything is satisfactory.”
The butler returned and told Keller
that Mrs. Bradley’s insurance matters
were handled by her attorney.
“Then tell her that you could not
possibly keep me from coming in—
that I threatened you and pushed you
aside,” commanded Keller as he gave
the butler a $20 bill and walked into
the house.
He found Mrs. Bradley in her draw-
ing room. She was an extreme blonde
and very pretty. Her large eyes were
a little cold, but they livened up when
Keller entered. He had never seen
her before except from his rowboat,
but he knew she was Bradley’s wife
from her flashy clothes.
“Mrs. Bradley?”
“Yes. What do you want?
interview peddlers.”
“I know. But I have something
very important to show you.” He
opened a jewel case and showed her
the string he had found in the bay.
“When I came upon these I knew that
you would be just the person who
I don’t
| trusted you.
| “That machine was the only good
: idea I ever had, so when you took that
{you took everything. I have been a
day laborer ever since, and I have
‘ watched your progress in the papers.
When I read about the lost pearls I
said to myself: ‘Maybe Bradley has
slipped this time. He likes publicity
and he would do anything to get it,
especially when he could take in some |
money along with it. And I was
right. I guess you are getting child-
ish as you get older. Perhaps your
wife did have to wear some pearls at
the yacht party to satisfy the insur-
ance company that she lost them that
night. But why did she throw them
out in the bay when the whole At-
lantic Ocean was waiting for them?”
“I told her not to do it, the little
fool!” snapped Bradley. He did not
want Keller to think that he could do
no better than that.
“And now we will get down to busi-
ness,” continued Keller. “I offered you
a partnership once before and I will
do. it once more. I want half of ev-
erything you own. You see, I am
still generous. You have invested
your money wisely and I think that
you should be rewarded for it; so I
am leaving you one-half. It will be
enough for you to go on. Perhaps
with less money you will climb much
higher, because you will be more mod-
est and less offensive to the society
for which you clamor.”
at them. The rouge in her cheeks |
“What did you want?” he asked his
Keller was talking business now. !
: Impossible!’
“No, it’s not. There will be plenty
i left for you. And when you start
bargaining don’t tell me you are a
' poor man, because I looked up your
financial rating before I came down
here.”
Bradley and his wife whispered to
, each other.
{ “If this scandal gets out, Henry, it
will ruin us,” said Mrs. Bradley.
+ “You little fool, why did you throw
those pearls out in the bay? I told
you to wait and let me take care of
them. I never saw such bungling in
'my life,” said the humiliated Brad-
‘ley, and then he turned to Keller.
“Well, name your price.”
i Keller pulled a slip of paper from
his pocket and read from it.
| “I will take this house and the land
l around it, because I have begun to
!like Florida and would like to live
here during the most of my winters.
I will take the Beacon, because I have
| never had a yacht ride before, and al-
‘ so because it was the Beacon that un-
covered those pearls for me, and I
want to be kind to it. And I will
have to have enough income to keep
this place and the Beacon in the man-
ner to which they are accustomed.
For that I will take the patents you
stole from me ten years ago. The
royalties will take care of me for the
rest of my life.”
He telephoned to the town and in a
few minutes six capable witnesses ar-
‘rived and watched Mr. Bradley sign
away half of his entire fortune. Then
Keller invited the Bradleys to drive
to the county seat, where the deeds
weve filed. When they returned Kel-
‘ler surrendered his precious imitation
pearls to the rightful owners with a
few words of advice. .
“It always pays to buy the best,”
he said, and then as an afterthought;
| “Of course, you will tell your insur-
ance company that they have been
recovered.”
“I guess so,” said Bradley, dejected.
Keller then asked to be shown the
Beacon, so Bradley escorted him down
to the dock and introduced him to
the captain.
“I expect to rename the Beacon,”
he told Bradley as they stood out on
the bow.
“I suppose you will call her Re-
venge,” said Bradley with a snarl.
“No,” said Keller; “I have thought
of a better name than that. I will
name her Justice.”
|
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Gain of 14,300,380 in Last 8 Years in
Population of U. S.
i The United States will have a pop-
ulation of 120,013,000 on July 1, the
Census Bureau estimated a few days
ago.
That represents a gain of 14,300,-
380 in the last 8 years. Estimated
population July 1, 1927, was 118,628,-
000.
At the present rate of immigration
and excess of births over deaths the
country will be populated by 260,
000,0000 in the year 2000.
Births exceeded deaths by slightly
more than 1,000,000 last year. The
birth ‘rate, however, is falling more
rapidly. than is the .death rate, and
experts are not of the’ opinion that
the population increase in the future
will be at the rapid rate of the last
20 years.
New estimates of population were
pared for most of the States, al-
though those where the ‘population
decreased between 1910 and 1920, or
between 1920 and 1925, of 1925 cen-
sus figures were retained. These
States were Mississippi, Montana,
Nevada, North Dakota and Vermont.
Population estimates for States
showing increase were: Alabama 2,-
573,000; Arizona 474,000; Arkansas
1,944,000; California 4,556,000; Colo-
rado 1,090,000; Connecticut 1,667,000;
Delaware, 244,000; District of Colum-
bia, 552,000; Florida, 1,141,000; gore :
nois, 7,396,000; Indiana, 8,176,000; Io-
gia, 3,203,000; Idaho, 546,000;
wa, 2,428,000; Kansas, 1,835,000;
Kentucky, ,553,000; Louisiana, 1,950,-
000; Maine, 795,000; Maryland, 1,616,-
Massachusetts, 4,290,000; Michigan,
4,691,000; Minnesota, 2,722,000; Mis-
souri, 13,523,000; (Nebraska, 1,408,-
000; New Hampshire, 456,000; New
Jersey, 3,821,000; New Mexico, 396,-
000; New York, 11,550,000; North
Carolina, 2,938,000; Ohio, 6,826,000;
. Oklahoma, 2,426,000; Oregon, 902,000;
| Pepnsyivania, 9,854,000; Rhode Island
1716,000; South Carolina, 1,864,000;
. South Dakota, 704,000; Tennessee, 2,-
502,000; Texas, 5,487,000; Utah, 531,-
000; Virginia, 2,575,000; Washington,
1,687,000; West Virginia, 1,724,000;
| Jisconsin, 2,953,000; Wyoming, 247,-
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Reports recived by the bureau of
fire protection, Pennsylvania State
police, Harrisburg, disclose a wide-
spread disregard of its safety regula-
tion which prohibits the filling of au-
tomobile and motor vehicle reservoirs
while the engines are kept running.
Numerous fires and explosions with
resultant injury to persons and dam-
age to property, have been caused by
this dangerous practice, due to gaso-
! line spilling and overflowing on over-
heated exhaust pipes and the ignition
: of gasoline fumes by back fire,
This violation together with smok-
ing at places where gasoline is dis-
pensed is punishable under summary
proceedings with a penalty of $50 to
$200 fine, and a warning is issued by
the bureau that where this hazardous
practice is permitted or continued,
prosecution will be instituted against
i the offenders.
80,000 Rabibts Are Released in State.
The Pennsylvania State Game Com-
mission recently announced the re-
lease of the largest number of cot-
tontail rabbits ever purchased and re-
leased for stocking purposes for one
year in this Commonwealth. A total
of 80,564 rabibts were distributed.
All of these animals were procured
from dealers in Missouri and Kansas.
handled by thom is affected by the
dreaded and mysterious Tularemia or
Rabbit Fever.
—By Justin Sturm. |
{17-Year Locust to Appear in Pemnsyl-
vania.
The periodic cicada, popularly
known as the “17-year locust,” is due:
in several Eastern and Northern:
States this spring.
Orchardists, farmers and, owners
of shade trees have little to fear,
however, for this insect is now re-
garded more as entomological curios-
ity than a serious pest.
Some time during late May or
early June millions of immature ci-
cades will emerge from the subter-
ranean burrows in which they have:
been developing since the summer of
1911. The pupae will scurry up tree
trunks, fence posts and other verti-
cal surfaces until they find suitable
resting-places. Then the skin will
split along each pupa’s back and the
adult cicada will emerge. After a
few weeks in the sunshine the fe-
males will lay their eggs in slits
which they cut in slender twigs and
small branches of many varieties of
{trees and shrubs. ‘This function
completed, they will fall to earth to
ie.
Several weeks later the eggs will
hatch and the larvae will drop light-
ly _to the ground. On touching the
soil they immediately penetrate it,
usually entering at a crack or fis-
sure, or at the base of some herba-
'ceous plant the roots of which will
provide sustenance for the little
(creatures during the long years of
| their subterranean lives. The new
generation will remain in seclusion
;until the spring of 1945 calls it to
| aerial existence so that the myster-
| ious cycle can be continued.
| Every year is a “locust year” in
(some parts of the country, a fact
i that should confound the soothsayers
who assert that the appearance of
the insect with the strange “W” on.
| their wings forecasts war. The
| periodic cicadas are divided into
broods, one of which appears annual-
ly. However, a widespread occur-
rence of the creatures, such as is im-
minent this year, is comparatively in--
frequent.
| The 1928 assortment, known to en-
tomologists as “Brood 12,” has its
habitat in certain localities in west-
iern and southern and southeastern:
{New York; southern Maryland; east-
;ern, central and northern Pennsylva-
(nia; eastern and central Virginia;
| Kalamazoo county, in Michigan;
Dearborn and Posey counties, in In-
jdiana, and generally in New Jersey
and the District of Columbia. It has
{ been recorded regularly in Connecti-
cut since 1724 and in New Jersey
since 1775,
In the spring of 1929 the brood
| that went into the ground in 1912,
Ohio's to parts of Iowa, Illinois,
Ohio and Missouri, will emerge.
Entomologists assume that gener:
ations ago the periodic cicada was rep-
resented by a single brood. In tne
course of time, however, geographic,.
‘climatic and topographic factors
. brought about changes and the brood’
| Was broken up into many, each re-
stricted to well-defined districts and’
' each reappearing at regular intervals.
| Broods of 17-year cicadas are now
i found in many Eastern and Northern:
. States. In the south’the ifisect is rep-
i resented by: 'a:blood. brother: that is
‘able, because of more favorable en-
vironment, to complete the life cycle
tin 13 years. Neither cicada frequents
| regions forested by conifers and each
‘tends Jo leave a district that has been:
deforested.
The insects do little damage to the:
leaves, confining their mischief to the
twigs and small branches, which they
weaken in depositing eggs. Young:
orchards may suffer from this en-
forced pruning, but larger trees read-
ily survive. Some harm may also be
done to the tiny roots of piants and
trees from which the cicadas draw
nourishment while they are under-
ground.
Real Estate Transfers:
| Jennie Gummo Wirtz, et Bar, to
Charles E. Packer, tract in Benner
, Twp.; $1125.70.
! Osceola Rod and Gun Club to John
i Kelley, tract in Worth Twp.; $1800.
Rufus L. Cole, et ux, to Katherine
C. Kemnara, tract in College Twp.;
Harrison W. Tressler; et ux, to Sal-
lie M. Houser, et al, tract in Spring
Twp.; $1.
J. H. Warner to Maud L. Sieva, et
bar, tract in Benner Twp.; $10.
Maud L. Sieva, et bar, to Grover
C. Baughman, et ux, tract in Benner
Twp.; $10.
Emel Rath, et ux, to Rosie E. Im-
mel, tract in Spring Twp.; $1170.
| Mifflin R. Royer, et ux, to Robert C.
Brungart, tract in Miles Twp.; $1900.
C. D. Bartholomew, et ux, to G. C.
King, tract in Gregg Twp.; $1000.
Bertha Mulson, et al, to Verna Gro-
hoski, tract in Rush Twp.; $1.
Gust Armour, et ux, to Harry R.
Antis, et ux, tract in Benner Twp
$4000.
Mary Houser, et al, to Merrill E.
Houser, tract in: College Twp.; $6,000.
. John. Duke, et al, to John Duke,
et ux, tract in Snow Shoe Twp.; $1.
Erma W. Walker, et bar, to Ruth
3: SN ats0n, tract in Boggs Twp.; $1,~
Kate C. Hartsock, et al, to H. G.
Ebbs, et ux, tract in Patton Twp.; $1.
John Boyce to the Snow Shoe Wat-
er Co., tract in Snow Shoe Twp.; $1.
George W. Grove, et ux, to John
> Reish, et ux, tract in Benner Twp.;
1.
Henry Emel to Emil Roth, et ux,
tract in Spring Twp.; $650.
Archibald Allison, et al, to G. C.
King, et ux, tract in Gregg Twp.; $1.
William T. Frederick, to G. C. King,
et ux, tract in College Twp.; $6,700.
W. H. Noll Jr, et ux, to Ward A.
Markle, tract in Spring Twp., $550.
John Carper, et ux, to David S.
Giasgow, tract in Harris Twp.; $3,-
-
-
yp
| Herbert J. Stover, et ux, to Z. A.
These dealers guarantee that no stock | Weaver, tract in Haines Twp.; $1.
Mary B. Knepp, et bar, to Charles
F. Rhoades, et ux, tract in College
Twp.; $3800.