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Bellefonte, Pa., June 15, 1928.
SO
ON HAPPINESS.
Chauncey Depew, who died recent-
ly at the age of ninety-three, once
declared he would rather have it said
of him that he made others happy
than that he was a great man. Dr.
Cadman on being asked his idea of the
sort of man who really finds happi-
ness replied as follows. i
“My idea of the fortunate individ-
ual in question is best expressed in
Sir Henry Wotton's noble ode.” “The
Character of a Happy Life.’ Judge
it for yourselves:
How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another’s will;
‘Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill;
‘Whose passions not his masters are;
‘Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Not tied unto the world by care
Of public fame or private breath;
Who envies none that chance doth raise.
Or vice; who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise,
Nor rule of state, but rule of good;
‘Who hath his life from rumors freed;
‘Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed
Nor ruin oppressors great;
Who God doth late and early prate
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a well chosen book or friend—
This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to raise or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, thought not of lands,
And, having nothing, yet hath all.
THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE ODD.
Sally Kirk had devoted the first
eighteen years of her life to the busi-
ness of being just like other girls.
Having achieved this aim, she had
looked herself over quite carefully,
made a wry face, and determined that
from that forward she would be as
different from other girls as was hu-
manly possible.
Now, at 28, she was forever being
pointed out to sightseers from afar,
along with the Woolworth building,
Grant’s tomb and the Palisades.
“There’s Sally Kirk—oh, you sim-
ply must meet Sally! Most original
person! Says and does the maddest
things?
The things that Sally said and did
were not really mad; they merely ran
along lines somewhat obliqie to the
orthodox. They were unexpected, un-
settling things. You could never an-
ticipate them. You never knew, with
Sally around, what might happen, or
when, or how. You only knew that
something would happen, and that it
would be the one thing that nobody
except Sally could possibly have
thought of.
This was most refreshing. Indeed,
there were numerous young men—
who found it as refreshing as any-
thing they had ever encountered, if
not more so.
From among these numerous young
men Sally at length selected two,
with a view to marrying one or the
other—or possibly both, for Sally’s
friends agreed that to see her marry
two men and successfully conduct a
connubial threesome would not in the
least surprise them. The young me»
were Bill Bigelow, whom Sally liked
“because he’s bowlegged, and not
ashamed of it,” and Lee Wainwright,
whom any one would have liked for
any number of reasons. Character-
istically, Sally voted him down, and
chose Mr. Bigelow.
The wedding invitations caused
something of a ripple, even in a group
accustomed to the idiosyncrasies of
the bride-to-be. The ceremony was
to take place at midnight, Friday the
13th of July, on the sandy beach :
front of Sally’s summer home, and
participants and invited guests were
to be arrayed in bathing suits.
Unfortunately for the assembled
congregation—which included, in ad-
dition to invited guests, the entire
populace of five towns, the feature
writers from thirty newspapers, a
small but lusty band of urchins, nine
dogs, two cats, and a hurdy-gurdy
man with a monkey—the wedding did
not take place.
It very nearly took place.
it is safe to say that it would have
taken place had it not been for the
minister, who suffered 2 most untime-
ly attack of conscience. At the last
minute he firmly refused to officiate.
He spoke feelingly. He mentioned
reverent and holy and sacred things,
and also profane and indecent
and sacrilegious things. He talked
on and on, while the dogs barked, and
the urchins cheered, and the remain-
der of the throng listened silently.
In conclusion he pointed to Sally
standing before him in a white bath-
Ing suit which looked, in the partial
darkness, astoundingly like no bath-
Ing suit at all. Then he turned upon
his heel, and from what he had re-
ferred to as “this ribald scene” went
swiftly away, doubtless to compose an
excellent sermon on the decadent
morals of the age.
The invited guests, much disap-
pointed, repaired to the house to dis-
cuss the burning question of what
Sally would do next, and to partake
of punch while discussing it. In the
general confusion, Sally herself was
lost sight of. Anon Mr. Bill Bigelow
Instituted a search which occupied
several anxious hours and ended at
7 o’clock in the morning upon receipt
of the following telegram:
In fact,
Darling Billy—Don’t be angry, but
Wainwright and I skipped off from
the rest of you and were married by
a justice of the peace at 2 o'clock
this morning.
than once. LLY.
Everyone worked very hard to con-
sole Mr. Bigelow. They Slahped him
glasses
upon the back and thrust ta
Sorry if you’re sorry,
but after all I did try to marry you
and couldn’t, and, as you know, I
don’t believe in trying anything more
A
at him, and babbled things into his
ears—things like this: :
“You're lucky, old man, if you only
knew it. Sally would make a terrible
wife. You ought to be glad! Any-
way, she'll be divorced in a year from
today—you wait and see!” :
But Sally was not divorced in a
year from that day. Instead, she
was busily engaged in bearing a son.
I say a son, because Sally had care-
fully explained to the doctor that if
by any chance it proved to be other
than a son, he was to take it right
away and give it to somebody else.
Lee Wainwright spent the first an-
niversary of his marriage in a hos-
pital waiting room, which somehow
presented the effect of being much
too small to hold him. He spent it,
for the most part alone. Now and
then a crackling white nurse would
join him briefly, speak to him in a
lullaby sort of a voice, and go away
again. Once the doctor came in.
“Everything's fine,” he said. “She's
a little soldier. Won’t have an anes-
thetic—says she wants to know
what's going on.”
After this, Lee was much embar-
rassed to find himself weeping.
When he saw Sally again, she was |
lying on a high, narrow bed, looking,
he thought particularly lovely. Her
gray eyes were wide, her cheeks ivory
pale, her hair a copperish splash
against the pillow.
She hailed him, Sally-like, thus:
“Pardon me for not running to!
meet you at the door, Lee, but 1’ve
had rather a hard day.” i
Later, when he had kissed her sev- :
eral times and blurted forth a few!
of the many things that welled up |
chokingly within him, she said:
“Sit down, my dear. We've got to |
talk over what were going to do
about this.”
Lee sat down. .
“Do about what?” he queried.
Sally eyed him with evident aston-
ishment at his lack of comprehension.
“Why, didn’t they tell you we drew
twin girls?”
“Yes, of course, but—"
“Well, obvieusly,” she went on,
something must be done. You didn’t
think I'd have twin girls around the
house, did you?”
“I—I hadn’t thought,”
Lee, somewhat blankly.
“I can’t stand girls,” said Sally,
and you know it. Girls are three-
quarters feline and the other quar-
ter asinine. I'll be darned if I'll be a
mamma to two of ’em!”
“Twin babies are bad enough,” she
ruminated, “ and a girl baby is worse
but twin girl babies—thrust upon me
—why, what was the Lord thinking
of? I wanted a boy to play half-
back for Yale. I wanted to sit in the
confessed
| you’re worse.
bowl, twenty years from now, with a
big bunch, of violets pinned over my
tummy, yelling like anything, while
he went through the Harvard line as '
if it was paper—” :
She broke off abruptly, and when
she resumed speaking it was plan !
that the twins and all things thereun- |
to appertaining had been momentar-
ily dismissed from her mind.
“By the way, Lee, did you remem-
ber to write to the Taft and see if
2% gan get reais. for. the game this
“Yes,” said Lee shortly, “ and we
can’t. They're full up already. Let’s
not discuss that now, Sally. Where
are—er—my children?”
“They’re in the nursery down the
hall,” said Sally. Haven’t you seen
them yet, for heaven’s sake?” Sh
pressed the bell attached to the bed, |
and her nurse responded. “Miss
Brown, show Mr. Wainwright the lit-
ter,” she ordered cheerfully.
Miss Brown scurried away, snorting
“Litter!” sotto voce, as she went, anu
Sally again addressed Lee:
“Prepare yourself for a shock, dar-
ling. When I first saw them, 1 said
to the doctor, “Quit kidding me!! I'm
beautiful, and my husband's not half
bad, and you needn’t try to tell me
that any such things as those belong
to us!” It does seem highly improb-
able, really.”
The nurse returned, bearing a roll
of blanket on each arm, and Lee was
introduced to his daughters. The
meeting was a rather stiff affair, as
meztings must always be between a
gentleman who is in a sort of daze
and two ladies who are fast asleep.
Lee examined the wee faces curiously
for a long moment. Then he touched
one with a gentle, fearsome forefinger
as if to convince himself that it was
genuine.
Sally watched him.
“What do you think of them?” she
asked at last. “Aren't they weird?
They have pink hair, and no noses.”
“I think they’re kind of cute,” said
Lee
“You're a liar!” said Sally.
The Wainwright twins were gener-
ally conceded to be the amazing moth-
er’s chef d’oeuvre.
“Wouldnt you just know she'd do
somthing like that?” cried Sally's
friends.
There were countless callers. They
presented themselves at the hospital
with something of the air of people
flocking into a Jolson matinee—that
gala air of pleasant expectation, that
here-to-be-amused air; nor were they
ever disappointed. Then invariably
emerged twittering like rboins, and
exchanging some such ecstatic com-
ments as: “Isn’t she rich? Have you
ever known anything to equal it? “To
see her with those babies—and to
hear the things she says! Oh, my
dear, I tell you I thought I should
die!”
There were also countless gifts—
small jackets, small shoes, small
dresses, small bonnets, all white and
blue or white and pink.
“Of course, I shan’t use any of
them.” said Sally to her nurse. “These
babies are always going to be dressed
in lavender and Nile green.”
“But lavender and Nile green are
not baby colors!” expostulated Miss
Brown. Even after a week of Sally,
she was not beyond the shocking
point. “I have never seen a baby—
a little tiny baby—in lavender or Nile
green!”
“Neither have I,” agreed Sally,
“and it’s high time we both did.”
Lee accepted the announcement of
this sartorial plan without protest.
Another and a more vital matter was
engaging his attention’ at the mo-
ment.
“Look here, Sally,” he said, “we've
got to get to work and think up some
names for these kids. What are we
going to call them?”
“Mike and Ike,” replied Sally
promptly.
“Now be serious!”
“I am serious. Mike and Ike, they
look alike—why not, Lee? Those are
names, and different; and I've
n calling them that for a week
now, and they're used to it.”
Lee regarded her sternly.
“D o you mean to tell me,” he de-
manded, “that just for the sake of
keeping up your reputation for doing
queer things you would burden a girl
with a name like Mike, or Ike, and
make her carry it through life with
her?”
“Well,” said Sally, “it ought to be
something like that—something that
rhymes. How about Dot and Tot—
do you like that any better, Lee?”
“Personally,” said Lee, not deign-
ing to notice this, “I think Mary and
Elizabeth are pretty names for girls.”
“Yes— You would choose Mary and
Elizabeth!” jeered Sally. “Honestly,
Lee, you depress me sometimes, you
are so unoriginal. You simply have
no imagination, no vision, no romance.
There’s a bit of poetry that reminds
me of you—‘A primrose by the riv-
ers brim a yellow primrose was to
him—and it was nothing more—only
A primrose by the
river's brim wouldnt even be a yel-
low primrose to you, unless some-
| body pointed to it and announced
firmly, “That, Lee, is a yellow prim-
rose.’ Ootherwise, it would be just a
weed.”
“Now what brought all this on?”
inquired Lee piteously. “I only said
that Mary and Elizabeth—"
She interrupted him.
“Wait! I've thought of something!”
“I suppose it’s Willy and Nilly, or
Mouse and Louse!”
“No, but why don’t we name them
Sally and Lee, after ourselves? Don’t
you thing that a rather nice idea ?”
“Lee is not a girl's name,” ebjected
Lee. “And besides—”
“Well, what if it isn’t?”
“And besides, supposing when they
get older, I come into the house and
yell ‘Sally,” or you come in to the
house and yell ‘Lee’—how are any of
us going to know who’s wanted?”
“But the twins won’t be in the same
house with us,” said Sally matter-of-
factly.
“What 7”
“l say that the twins won't be in
the same house with us.”
“Why won’t they ?” asked Lee, sur-
prised. “Where else would our twins
be? What are you talking about,
anyway, Sally?”
“Our twins,” said Sally deliberately,
“will be in an apartment at least
three blocks away, with a competent
i cook to get their meals and a trained
nurse to take care of them.”
Lee sprang up and began to stride
about the little room, kicking savage-
ly at a chair and a table as he passed.
“If you don’t stop,” he said in an
awful voice—“if you don’t stop doing
insane, idiotic things because they're
novel—"’
-“On-the- other hand,” broke in Sal-
ly evenly, “ look at it in this way—if
I had never done insane, idiotic, crazy
things because they’re novel, I would
not be married to you, now. I’d have
married Bill Bigelow,” as every one
expected.”
Lee looked much, but said nothing.
“All my life,” continued Sally, “I’ve
gone to the houses of people with
babies, and here’s what happens——
you walk in, trip over a toy engine,
and sprawl headlong. Pulling your-
self together, you sink into a chair,
. only to rise again hastily and remove
three blocks, six nails, 2a mechanical
duck and “The Tale of Peter Rabbit”
from beneath you. After that you
sit for an hour exchanging pleasant-
ries with your hostess, while her off-
spring caresses your gown with jam-
my fingers and says, “Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?’ one
million and twenty times. You de-
part with chewing gum on the soles
of your shoes and infanticide in your
heart. Well, there’s going to be no
such arrangement in my house. 1
won’t permit it. If we’d had just one
child, we might have managed to get
around it by building a padded cell
for a playroom, but with two—"
Sally paused for breath.
“And here’s another thing, Lee—
children are women’s work, just as
business is men’s. When you come
home at night, you can drop your
business entirely. You can leave it
at the office and not worry about it.
Then why shouldn’t I be able to leave
my business in an apartment three
blocks away, and drop it, and not
worry about it? That’s fair enough,
isn’t it? Its what I'm going to do,
Lee, no matter what you say.”
What Lee said, and what he con-
tinued to say at intervals for the
next two weeks, is no affair of yours
or mine, and has no bearing on this
story, anyhow since it got him, in the
end, exactly nowhere. Arguing with
Sally was like that. It was futile
and a foolish thing, comparable to
swimming in midocean with no boat
in sight and no life preserver. One
might better sink at once and have it
over with.
Suffice it to say, therefore, that the
house of Wainwright became in due
time a house divided. The first di-
vision was an apartment in the East
Sixty-Something, where dwelt Mr.
and Mrs. Wainwright, quite as they
had dwelt before. The second divi-
sion was another apartment, not far
away, in which, at any hour of the
day or night, there might be found
one howling twin, one sleeping—they
howled and slept in shifts—and one
haggard young woman, scarcely rec-
ognizable as the same Miss Brown
who had once enjoyed attending Mrs.
Wainwright at the hospital.
Making victory utterly complete,
the twins were baptized Sally and
Lee, and thereafter were called Mike
and Ike by all who knew them inti-
mately. As to which was Mike and
which Ike, there were frequent and
furious debates. Sally always assert-
ed that she could tell. She said that
Mike was the spittiest; but as both
were most. remarkably spitty, this
was voted an untrustworthy means of
identification. Miss Brown, who knew
them apart, was instructed to dress
Mike in lavender and Ike in Nile
green, so that others might know al-
so; but sometimes, in her haste, she
mixed the signals.
Later, distinguishing them was not
so difficult. The one that crawled on
hands and knees was Mike, and the
one who got about in a sitting pos-
ture, painful to the beholder but emi-
nently satisfactory to herself, was
Ike. Sally preferred Ike.
“She’s like me,” she told Lee. “She
is different. No common or garden
variety of crawl for her!” .
“Mike gets there faster, though,’
Lee protested.
The twins grew apace. They soon
learned to walk and to talk, and to
eat soft-boiled eggs from the tip of
an urgent spoon. They became pret-
ty, rosy and fat. They laughed a
great deal, revealing little white seeds
of teeth with scalloped edges. Lee
viewed them with enormous pride,
but if Sally shared his parental en-
thusiasm she gave no sign. Her at-
titude was still rather that of an in-
nocent bystander. She seemed, as
some one put it, “interested but not
convinced.”
Lee constantly tried to convince
her. He would talk of the twins by
the hour, always in superlatives, and
always with an argumentative note in
his voice, as if he half expected con-
tradiction.
“They’re so cute, Sally!” he said
one day. “You have no idea how cute
they are! Why, just last evening,
Mike said the cutest thing! What
do you suppose she said? I was put-
ting my overcoat on, and she said,
‘Dada put coat on—go by-by.’ Now
what do you think of that, for a kid
as young as she is?”
“It sounds intelligent,” said Sally. |
“Intelligent! Why, say, it’s abso-
lutely .marvelous! Miss Brown swears
she never in her life saw children
whose minds were as quick as theirs.
I tell you, Sally, you have no idea—"
“Don’t say that again!” Sally cut
in. “Of course I have an idea. I £0
! to see them evrey day, don’t I?”
There was a pause.
“I'm sure I don’t know when you
80,” Lee observed presently. “You're
never up and dressed until 10 in the
, and Miss Brown tells me
mo
that the little nurse girl who takes
the kids out comes at a quarter past
10. They are out until noon, .and then
they sleep until 2, and from 2 to 4
they’re out again. I’m with them from
half-past 4 until they go to sleep at
6, and you're never there then. When
do you go to see them, Sally?”
“I'm always there just before they
start off at a quarter past 10,” Sal-
ly told him. “The little nursegirl
and I arrive at about the same time
every morning.”
“That reminds me,” said Lee. “How
about that nursegirl? Are you sure
she’s reliable? She wouldn’t get ab-
sorbed in a flirtation with some cop
in the park, and let Mike and Ike
run away, would she?”
Sally’s face twitched ever so light-
“I doubt it very much,” she an-
swered. “She's not the flirting kind
—thdt is, I hardly think a cop would
interest her. She comes from a very |
fine family, Lee, and she’s—er—a
nice little thing. She's devoted to the
twins, and they are to her. They call
her ‘dearest.’ That's ridiculous, of
course, but isn’t it cunning?”
Not more than a week after this
conversation Lee received a summons.
It came at half-past 9 o'clock one
morning, and ran as fellows:
Boss wants to see you right away,
Mr. Wainwright!”
Boss saw Mr. Wainwright right
away. When he had finished seeing
Mr. Wainwright it was five minutes
past 10, and Mr. Wainwright was, to
all appearances, a changed man. He
had a shining morning face, and he
walked as the gentlemen walk in the
rubber-heel advertisements. He al-
most bounded.
Departing in haste frem the office,
he embarked in a taxicab.
“Seven past 10,” he muttered, ex-
amining his wateh. “Sally’ll be at
the kids’ apartment about now. She
said she always saw them before they
went out in the morning. Ill go
there?”
He went there.
As he drew up at the curb he ob-
served his daughters toddling along
the sidewalk ahead of him. One was
a pale green speck, the other a pale
lavender speck, and both clung to the
hands of a nursemaid in a neat gray
cloak and hat.
“Hello, Mike and Ike!” Lee called
after them gayly. “Come see daddy!”
The specks simultaneously right-
about-faced, emitting small squeals
indieative of pleasure and excitement.
The nursemaid did not right-about-
face. She appeared bent upon going
on about her business and taking the
specks along with her.
There were signs of altercation.
Mike tugged at the nursemaid’s hand
like a puppy at a leash. Ike kicked
her on the point of a shapely ankle.
“See dada, deewist!” pleaded both
twins.
The maid refused to yield. Mike
seated herself on the sidewalk and
resolutely declined to budge, while Ike
broadcast her righteous rage to all
Manhattan.
Lee reached the scene a moment
later, set Mike upon her feet, patted
Ike, and turned to the nursemaid, who
still stood with her back toward him.
“Look here, my girl!” he said. “I
want it plainly understood that these
children must be allowed to come and
kiss their father whenever they feel
like it.”
“Yes, sir,” said a muffled feminine
voice,
“Didn’t you know I was their fath-
er?”
“I—I had reason to believe that
you were, sir.”
“Then why did you prevent them ?”’
“I was in a hurry to go on, sir. I
had a date with a cop in the park,
sir.”
“You—" began Lee. Then he add-
ed sharply: “Turn around here!”
The nursemaid turned around.
“Say it!” she directed. “I know
just what you're going to say. First
you're going to call upon the Deity.
Then you're going to shout, ‘Sally!
You?’ To which I shall reply calm-
ly, ‘Lee, I'; and that’ll be that.”
But it wasn’t. There was much
more. Lee had to ask the whys and
wherefores, and Sally had to answer
in detail.
“Well, you know me, Lee. You
how I hate the usual thing. I've al-
ways made fun of these doting moth-
ers, and vowed I'd never be one. Then,
when I felt myself slipping, and be-
coming one in spite of myself, I
vowed that nobody should know it,
anyway; and nobody does—except
Miss Brown. Of course, she had to
be in on it, but every one else thinks
ten minutes every morning is all the
time I give my daughters, when as a
matter of fact I spend most of every
day camouflaged in this uniform and
these blue glasses, getting acquainted
with them.” She glanced down at
Mike and Ike. “And just between
you and me, Lee,” she added con -
fidentially, “I think they are simply
magnificent ; but please don’t tell a
soul that I said so!”
And then Lee had to hug her on
the spot. And after that he had to
tell her what he had left the office
for the purpose of telling her—that
the was now a junior partner in the
i firm, and also that he was to be sent
to California next week on a business
trip lasting two months.
“And you're going with me,” he
finished gleefully.
| “Next week!” Sally reflected. “I’m
not sure I can get ready to go by
next week. New clothes for Mike and
Ike—”
{ “Mike and Ike?”
puzzled.
Sally gazed at him reproachfully.
| “Lee Wainwright, you don’t think
I'd go away for two whole months
‘and not take Mike and Ike, do you?”
{ Which was at once the most sur-
prising and the most delightful thing
that Lee had ever heard her say.—
' By Katherine Brush.
echoed Lee,
|
‘Breathing Rocks Are Blamed for Coal
Mine Blazes.
The reason why a fire can burn for
'half a century or more deep in the
tunnels of a coal mine despite all ef-
forts to extinguish it by sealing the
i pit so that no air enters has just been
discovered by Prof. W. S. Hutch-
inson, internationally known min -
ing expert and head of the depart-
ment of mining at the Massachusetts
Institute of Technology.
Rocks, through invisible pores in
their structure, inhale air, Professor
Hutchinson believes, and thus enough
air finds its way into mines to keep
the fires burning.
Such a blaze as the professor de-
cides has been burning for 70 years
in the famous Burning Mine, in
are preparing to make a new at-
, tempt to smother the blaze so that
more than 10,000,000 tons of anthra-
| cite coal can be made accessible.
|. Another famous burning mine is
| located at Butte, Mont. This mine
iis being operated today, although
| deep in the heart of the workings
| burns a fire completely sealed in what
| may be compared to a huge concrete
! box. rr
When mining engineers found that
{they could not extinguish this fire,
, Which had raged for many years, they
{erected a huge concrete wall on ail
‘sides of the burning section. The
. blaze now smoulders within its strong
cell while miners work nearby.
When a fire is discovered in a mine,
water is the best method of attack,
Professor Hutchinson believes. Again
water mixed with sand may be
‘pumped into the burning workings to
smother the flames by filling all
crevices where air might enter.
| Constant vigilance, including daily
i inspection of every drift and crosscut,
| and education of the miners has done
much to decrease the fire hazard in
{ mining. Carelessness or ignorance,
the engineer believes, has been the
cause of most of the great mine fires.
Drone of Airplane Motor to Light
Landing Fields.
. No longer will it be necessary to
keep airplane landing fields brilliant-
ly lighted all night when a new in-
vention, only recently demonstrated,
is perfected to the point of being
manufactured in quantity. The noise
feet in the air closed the switch that
lighted a bank of floodlights at a
Pennsylvania aviation field in the
first demonstration of the sound-sen-
sitive automatic lighting apparatus
developed by an electrical research
engineer.
The device uses the drone of the
airplane to control electric energy.
From a tiny current at first this con-
trolled energy is increased in power
by amplifiers until it is strong enough
to throw a good sized lighting switch.
A loud-speaker operating reversely
is the “ear” of the mechanism. Laid
on its back, it gives the apparatus a
directive effect with reference to nois-
es from above. A microphone com-
pletes the auditory section. Passing
through several amplifiers, the im-
pulse then passes through the time-
light relay, the last step before the
current automatically throws the
lighting switch.
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Rural Schools Are Aid to City Lead-
ership.
Pennsylvania rural schools have
played a large part in the training of
business and professional leaders of
14 cities and boroughs of the State,
a study conducted by the agricultural
economics department of the Penn-
sylvania Agricultural Experiment
Station shows.
Questionnaires asking where they
got their educatoin were sent to mem-
bers of three service clubs. Answers
were received from 1011 of those cir-
cularized. Of those who replied, 396
received all or a major portion of
their common school training in rural
districts. This is 39.2 per cent, or
approximately two-fifths of the total.
Altoona, Butler, Clearfield, Easton,
Erie, Harrisburg, Indiana, Johnstown,
Lewistown, Meadville, Reading,
Stroudsburg, Williamsport, and York
were included in the survey.
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT
A laugh is just like music,
It freshens all the day,
It tips the peaks with light
and drives the clouds away;
The soul grows glad that hears it,
And feels its courage strong—
A laugh is just like sunshine
For cheering folks along.—Anon.
An oyster white tussah silk frock:
has a unique round collar, the out-
side border and ties being of dollar
sized black-white polka dots and the:
center of pin-point dots.
Count ten—or ten thousand—before:
you select a piece of furniture. It
will be with you a long time and you
don’t want to get tired of it. Then,
too, a room is better under-furnished
than over-furnished; and there is no
sense wasting money which will not
add to the attractiveness of your
home. Remember the old adage,
“Space is more beautiful than any-
thing you can put in it.” This is par-
ticularly true in the crowded apart-
ment home today. !
And, yet, we must have furniture
and furnishings, else the home would
Schuylkill County, Pa. Engineers now |
made by the hum of an airplane 1000
not be cozy and home like, but re-
i semble a barn or an institution. Well
chosen furniture is appropriate for
i the room and the use to which it is
‘put; is architectually correct and
beautiful in lines; is comfortable; and
is expressive of the personality and
| taste of the occupants of the house.
Simple and unpretentious furnish-
ings are in better taste than elabor-
{ate and over-ornate ones. Good work-
manship is a basic virtue. Informal-
ity and luxurious comfort are desir-
able in the furniture of the living
| room. The dining room is the most
formal room in the house, and should
be all-of-a-set. Bed-rooms may be
cozy and intimate, but should have a
regard for fresh air and sunshine.
Bright colors are characteristic of the
: breakfast nook and sun room. The
white kitchen and white bath-room
are giving way to the colorful room
with green or blue furnishings. :
Unlimited freedom in the use of
color and texture prevails in the many
and varied types of homes that are:
being developed in Europe at the
present time. chine.
Just as the restraint and simplicity
of the American colonial type devel-
oped when the country was new the
materials limited, and the workmen
without artistic training, and the
highly artistic Italian type developed
when the merchant princes of Italy
and were commanding the finest ma-
terial and talents in the world, so the:
modern European type is developing
in a period totally unrestricted by
lack of materials and skilled crafts-
! men.
| Even the richest builder of early
{ centuries did not have at his com-
{ mand the opportunities for expression.
of taste and individuality which are
t within the reach of the most modest
| builder of today. The modern home-
i owner need cling no longer to antique
| precedent or the standardization SO
evident in many modern American
| homes, but may have a home as ex-
i pressive of his own individual tastes:
tas his clothes are. i
Architects of Holland, Austria,
i Spain and Germany are taking the
lead in these new designs for homes.
Some of their creations are so ex-
treme in design as to be bizarre, but
others are of unusual beauty, and.
may well be taken as patterns for
‘ American homes.
Color and texture in inside and out-
side walls are the most noteworthy
| characteristics of many cof these mod-
ern homes. Ceilings, wall decorations
and furniture are often painted in
consistent designs either in delicate
tints or the brightest colors. Plastic:
i paint which produces both the desired.
color and texture is frequently used
in carrying out these effects. A typ--
.ical finish with this paint is produced.
i by brushing it on in a thick coat and.
| then patting it gently in a continuous:
motion across the surface with a
paint brush.
Stucco exteriors of modern Europe
show the same freedom of use as the
painted interiors. A thick, shaggy
surface produced by a criss-cross
working of the trowel is an often-
noticed finish which adds to its own
beauty an unusual receptivity to light.
and shade. Deep colors are frequent-.
[ly employed and different—sometimes
daring—effects may be obtained by
the use of brightly colored brick set
in the wall at irregular intervals or
by patterns of mosaic or tile, or by
: half-timbered effects. :
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When you are housecleaning; go
over your furniture to look for
scratches. It may be made new look-
ing and beautiful with a good polish.
You can make your own furniture
polish by mixing beeswax and turpen-
tine into a thick, syrup-like mixture.
Apply this with plenty of elbow
grease.
A fireplace constructed properly
should have a full-sized chimney, no:
matter whether one plans to use some
form of gas or electric heating or
wood. If the chimney is put in whem
the house is under contruction it will
cost much less than when the work-
men have to tear away a portion of
the building to lay their bricks or:
stones.
A new type of fireplace ash dump»
trips a large section of the hearth:
downward, instantly disposing of all
accumulated ashes and dirt. The con~
trol mechanism is concealed within
the masonry of the fireplace.
The dumping section is 14 by 24
inches in diameter and may be made
to match the masonry work of the re-
mainder of the hearth, so that the
general appearance is uniform.
The apparatus is very easy to op-
erate, a slight pull on the convenient
control handle tripping the dumping
section or returning it to place at
will. A curved metal shield auto-
matically seals the hearth opening
against the escape of sparks, ashes
or dust.
——The Watchman gives all the.
news while it is news.
were at the height of their power