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Bellefonte, Pa., June 28, 1929.
THE FOURTH OF JULY.
Maine, from her farthest border,
the first exulting shout,
And from New Hampshire's granite
heights the echoing peal rings out;
The mountains farms of stanch Vermont
prolong the thundering call,
And Massachusetts answers ‘Bunker Hill"’
—a watchword for us all.
gives
Rhode Island shakes her sea wet locks,
acclaiming with the free,
And staid Connecticut breaks forth in
joyous harmony;
The giant joy of proud New York,
as an earthquake’s roar,
Is heard from Hudson's crowded banks
to Erie's crowded shore.
Still on the booming volley rolls,
plains and flowery glades,
To where the Mississippi's flood the tur-
bid gulf invades;
There, borne from many a mighty stream
upon her mightier tide,
Come down the swelling, long huzzas
v- from all that valley wide,
loud
o'er
|
‘And wood crowned Allegheny’s call, from
all her summits high, '
Reverberates among the rocks that pierce
the sunset sky,
“While on the shores and through the
swales, round the vast inland seas,
The stars and stripes midst freemen’s
songs are flashing to the breeze.
The woodsman from the mother takes his
boy upon his knee
And tells him how their fathers fought
and bled for liberty.
The lonely hunter sits him down the for-
est spring beside
To think upon his country’s worth and
i feel his country’s pride.
I
‘While many a foreign accent which our
God ean understand
Is blessing him for home and bread in
this free, fertile land.
Yes; when upon the eastern coast
sink to happy rest
The day of independence rolls still
ward to the west.
Till dies on the Pactic shore tne shout of
jubliee
That woke the morning with
along the Atlantic sea.
O God, look down upon the
thou hast loved so well
And grant that in unbroken truth her
children still may dwell.
we
on-
its voice
land which
Nor while the grass grows on the hill
and streams flow through the vale
an eagle, soaring high in the ether,
sir, looking down upon all countries
with an equal eye. I was born in
America, but I am an eagle!” The
: little fat man made an extraordinary
| gesture.
“Eagle,”
repeated Woodrome, a
an eagle has a home.”
| “You take my figure too literally,”
| Maish replied, frowning. “Let’s hus-
tle!”
“Where are we going?”
“To the Cavern of the Crabs, sir.
I think a flashlight picture will make
a catchy card.”
The tall youth nodded. ‘I'm Jim
Woodrome, a—er—ah”’—he tried to
think of something well sounding to
add to equal the photographer's per-
oration, but came out with a lame,
“gunner on the U. 8. 8. Petrel.”
The little man nodded conde-
scendingly, as though he didn’t think
much of gunners, and they moved
through the narrow Spanish street
utes brought them to the indigo-
blue harbor, with its lighters, ship-
ping, and clumsy green passenger
dories, Maish hailed one of these.
“What's your name ?” he demanded
of the haif-naked brown oarsman.
“Dom Pedro Porforio Talamantes,
Senior." : ih
“Bueno !" cried Maish. “A Dom
man of title, Pedro, I want to go to
the Cavern of the Crabs.”
eyes. “Ah, Caverna del Cangrejo!
Cangrejo, senor?”
dro.”
(it is dangerous).
“I will get a boatman who is not
afraid.”
“No! No! I am not afraid.”
Warn, senor!” cried the Boatman, in
Spanish. “I am as fearless as a lion,
senor ! My rashness will finally de-
stroy me ! Enter, gentlemen. For-
tune smiles on brave men!” He struck
his breast to accent his bravery.
“And your price?” inquired Maish,
dropping his grandeur.
“Nothing, senors, nothing—a trifle
—the honor is all I ask to share
your perils, and, say, five pesos
apiece—a souvenir, that is all—a lit=
tle souvenir of our adventure!”
backward, rattling his camera. “Al,
Woodrome, let us fly! This man is
not a boatman—he is a pirate!”
So they chaffed in grandiose
fashion for several minutes until at
May they forget their fathers’ faith or |
in their covenant fail; :
Keep, God, the fairest, noblest land that |
lies beneath the sun—
“Our country, our whole country, i
our country ever one.’’
. —George W. Bethune.
THE CAVERN OF THE CRABS. |
and |
The two Americans ran across each
other at Cafe D'Oro, a dirty little
place that sadly belies its fine name.
In the center of the plaza outside,
a tall palm dominated the square
like the gnomon of a huge sundial.
At that moment the shadow of the
high fronds fell on the table where
the men sipped their coffee, but with-
in ten minutes they would be in sun-
shine and they would have to move.
Maish, the photographer, who was
fat and red and round, mentioned
this fact to his neighbor. Neither
had seen the other before. But from
this point the conversation moved on
as if from a long-standing intimacy. |
“I don’t know what to do with my-
self either,” complained Woodrome.
“I'm not going back on shipboard,
and I don’t want to stick around
Guantanamo on the Fourth of July.”
Maish, whose round face was mold- '
ed in curved surfaces of cynical
amusement, gave a little start. |
“Fourth! Why, so it is! The glor-'
jous Fourth! Say, it came a little
early this year, didn’t it?”
‘That’s owing to a fellow’s patriot-
ism,” smilingly said Woodrome. i
Maish considered this a moment.
“Well, as for me, I'm no ‘rah-rah
boy.’ I never think of my country
and my country never thinks of me .
except to collect taxes.” Then he
added gravely: ‘“She’s got a good
memory; I'll say that much for her.”
“I've' seen folks who didn’t feel that |
way,” observed Woodrome.
“There are rafts of queer folks in
this world.
“I was thinking of some American
refugees who got back from Europe
on the Tennessee when the war broke
out. For some reason they seemed
grateful for the lift.”
Maish was silent for a moment,
then continued carping: “Well, why
shouldn't they come back on her? As
American citizens they bought and
paid for her. I don't feel grateful
because I can use the camera there
—it’s mine.” He wiggled a thumb
at the black box by his chair. Our
government is nothing but a partner-
ship. No sense making a big fuss
over your partners every year.” In.
his warmth he gulped down the last '
of his coffee before he meant to do!
so; this brought his stay at the Cafe
D'Oro to a close. He arose briskly
and proved much shorter and round-
er than Woodrome had fancied.
“Come with me if you are out of
entertainment. We are both Ameri-
. cans, and I fancy—"
“Shouldn’t have thought that!
‘would have made any difference to
you—my being an American.” |
“Why, it doesn’t—not a centavo!”
he snapped his pudgy fingers. ‘But
you talk my language. Come on, I'll
show you something new, diverting,
spiced with danger.”
This last really appealed to the
sailor, who arose and joined the un-
patriotic little man. “I ‘hope you
don’t mind my along this
flag,” he said, exhibiting a bit of
silk bunting under his coat. “I had
a mind to run it up somewhere, but
I suppose I can stow it.” .
“Sure, bring it along. I have noth-
ing against it. My name’s Alexander
Menelaus Maish, with the Babson
Picture Post Card Company of Buf-
falo, N. Y. I am not an American
i thing especially dangerous
last the fare was reduced to two dol
lars and a half for the two, and the
party set out.
The Southern coast of Cuba is
blessed with many beautiful, land-
locked harbors, and among these
Guantanamo has been $elected by
the United States as a ®aval 'train-
ing station.
As the little green boat bobbbed
down the harbor, Maish kept up an
unending monologue. The scene
about the adventures was inspiring.
Cruisers, battleships, gunboats, all
brilliant white, lay at anchor along
the way in. the tropical sunshine.
Every vessel fluttered flags in honor
of the day. From the gigantic Texas
a marine band was playing Native
Cubans moved about in sailboats and
launches @njoying the American
fiesta. The U-3, a submarine, moved
down the line of ships with its bridge
just awash; presently it porpoised
and left nothing above the surface
but the periscope, which cut the
waves like the swish of a shark's fin.
The splendid sunlit scene, the bold
swing of the music, the long strings
of brilliant flags set Woodrome’s
blood dancing through his veins. He
felt like singing “America” with the
silver-voiced cornets. It was a brave
day. Then his attention was caught
by a droning at his side. He glanced
around and discovered Maish was
finishing the story of how he photo-
graphed a tiger in the jungles.
“And if it hadn't been for that
flashlight,” concluded the little man,
impressively, “that tiger would cer-
tainly have snapped up me or one
of my gun bearers, but that gave
me the time and I potted.”
‘Huh !” grunted the sailor in great
surprise, almost regretting he had
lost a tale with such a dramatic
finish.
Some hours later the little green
passenger boat had crept out of the
roads, rounded the lighthouse at the ' in t] i
‘mouth of the channel, and crawled ‘tle passenger boat, ‘approached the’
past the precipitous sides of Monte
Benito. Between two great pilasters
of rock the little boat came to a
ragged natural archway that opened
boldly back into the mountain. The
archway itself was not more than
five or six feet high, although it was |
of great breadth and seemed to ex
tend beneath the water to a com | Sire
| siderable depth. As the little boat ! lieved,
passed inside, they found the place
filled with a blue gloom. while a
thousand reflected lights danced on
the roof of the cavern. Owing to
this reflection, they could discern
only a few vague forms in the deep
pool beneath them. Then the sailor
caught a glimpse of a crab scuttling
backward from a dim arm that
seemed to protrude from some re-
cess in the rocks. But it was so
dim it did not impress him. The
boat passed on, and some fifty yards
further its keel grated against a
shadowy shore.
“Here we are !"” cried Maish, bust-
ling into his kit and drawing out a
tubular flashlight. “I don’t see any-
about
this.”
“We shall see what we shall see,”
said Pedro in Spanish.
The little party set out briskly up
a very slight incline that was cover-
ed with slime. The fiashlight mark-
ed a way over the slippery rocks.
All around the explorers sounded
i the large murmur of the sea, for the
archway caught the noise like a
listening ear. The two Americans
went ahead, with Pedro bringing up
the rear, laden with a flashlight and
extra dry plates. Presently, as their
path turned, there came a sudden
startling clattering out of the dark-
ness ahead. All three paused. Maish
—J] am & cosmopolitan, sir. I am
searched about him with his light,
.
little amazed at this outbreak, “evea
“No, but I am going in, Don Pe-
Maish threw up his hands and ran '
when the Béam fell on a moving | “But that thing!” he Said, nodding monster gradually enveloped the
mass. A eloser inspection showed down.
‘something with a thousand claws
‘waving in the air.
All three explorers drew back
with a touch of horror, then Pedro
suddenly comprehended.
“Crabs !” he cried. “Here are
your crabs, senor—It is not a mon-
ster.”
Sure enough, there were hundreds
of crabs of all sizes and kinds.
‘There were velvet crabs, soldier
crabs, hermit crabs, broad pincer
crabs; and the meaiey waved their
pincers in the light excitedly, with a
great clattering, as they darted this
way and that.
Maish brought his camera in posi-
tion and made his flashlight ready
for a picture. This photographic
flashlight used a sort of cartridge
that flared up in a brilliant white
flame at the touch of the trigger.
When everything was ready, Maish
pulled the trigger. There came a
rome discovered a gruesome thing.
| “Look!” he cried, as the crusta-
1ceans scattered. ‘Those things were
swarming over bones! Ugh|"
Pancho began to tremble.
lis a f-face, senors.” .
“A skull!” echoed Mai$h; Staring.
A clammy feeling crept over all
| three.
| “Poor fellow—and those crabs!”
! “It—it
| did a moneky ever come here?”
The three looked at it queerly.
This black cavern was an old sepul-
‘sunshine as a monkey. The little
white skull seemed to defy its fate,
{for it grinned persistently into the
glare of the picket light.
| At that moment a huge black,
shapeless somethidg flickered be-
tween the electric olb ‘ard the lit-
tie skull; the next, ‘Second it was
gone, with a coft zippihg sound.
Pedro cleared his throat. “Every.
one says this cave is dangerous
| senors.”
, The noise was repeated cloge to
. Woodrome’s ear. The sailor switch-
ed the light about through the dark-
ness and managed to flash it on a
| beating object for a few seconds.
“Bats,” he said, “those enormous
big fruit bats that we see dodging
about the mangoes of an evening.”
| Beyond that, there was little else
to See 3A he great cavern. They
wandei®d &bout for some time over
bank ¥ocks, looking at stalactite
Forgmations and occasionally starting
a shell fish from some hole, but the
cavern of the crabs ccnfained nothing
else of note, so they started back for
their boat.
When the boys came in sight of
the water again, the first thing Wood-
‘rome observed was an extraordi-
nary change in the color of the light.
Instead of blue, it was green. As
they approached the water's edge,
they discovered the reason. The
pool seemed filled with green fire, and
everything in its depths could be seen
with daylight distinctness. The bot-
tom looked like a beautiful aqua-
rium. There were the fleshy pads of
laver seawood, the flowerlike sea
anemone, and the thick stalks of plu-
mose anemone; starfish lay scatter-
ed about, tube worms, with their crim-
son flowers of flesh. In a cranny
Woodrome observed the bright-red
lure of an angler fish. Indeed, there
is nothing so fantastically beautiful
as the crypts of the ocean. In
through the green fire drifted bright-
ly painted tropical minnows; then
came a shapeless tunny; an eel un-
dulated through the water.
“Why, it is as clear ms glass!”
‘ejaculated Maish. “I can photograph
that.” He was busy with ‘his cam-
era. “Wonder what makes ‘it ‘that
way.”
| “Because there is no reflected light
from the surface to blur the view.”
Woodrome considered this a moment
longer, then suddenly ‘exclaimed:
“Say, no wonder there is no reflected
light! The Water hds risen above the
top of the archway!’ ;
i The two young nien ‘stood staring
at this discovery. j
“How ‘are we going- to. get out?”
“Dive, I suppose,” suggested the
‘sailor; “but we'll ‘havea hard time
‘getting a landin ] /
cliff —with the't{deeoming in.”
A moment later, Pedro, ‘in the lit-
‘men. It looked™as'-if the craft were
flying through the air, for the sur-’
face of the!’pool™ Was" absoliftely-‘in-
wisible. Jit !
“How're we going to get out; Ped-
PO?” §i d--Mdish, ‘troubled.
“Sink the boat, senor, push -it‘im-
der, dive out, then go home.”
“Sire, sure,” cried Maish, much re-
mplet as anything. - ‘Hop in
'Woodrome and let's get busy. That
water ‘is ‘rising all the time.”
The ‘two ‘men jumped into-the boat
and Pedro propelled them toward the
luminous underwater archway.
But as-the' boys Hodted out for the
proposed dive a -phenomenbn’ ‘occur-
red in the green liquor light beneath
the boat so sinister and so full of
peril that their simple plan of es-
cape was snuffed in a twinkling.
A huge umbrella-shaped thing
floated out of some érevice below and
drifted up toward thém. It was an
ribs were large and fleshy, and wav-
ed to and fro in the green water. It
moved directly under them, and in
the center of the thing the boat’s oc-
cupants could see two round, large,
jet-black unwinking' eyes that stared
steadily at them.
Pedro stopped paddling. The trio
stared down ifito thé’ giréen fire in a
stricken silence.
“Huh—huh—what is that?” whis-
pered Maish.
“Biggest devilfish I ever saw,” re-
‘sponded the sailor in the same tone.
“Is—is it d-dangerous?”
“That's what dragged that monkey
in here,” responded Woodrome,
gloomily. Then he glanced at Pedro,
who continued pulling off his clothes.
“You are not going to dive, Ped-
ro?”
“I must get ouf, senor.”
shad
“Why, it is a monkey's skull!’ de-' 1 J
The West Indian cpened his jetty clared Woodrome, who had taken the to the invisible water,
electric light and moved closer to it. | 0
Have you ever been in Caverna del “A monkey in here—how in the world glided Pedro’s dark
on the fage of the
tout.”
umbrella without a' handle, and its |
i
Immediately beneath the boat the
‘polyp had spread out its long arms gro
‘until now it looked like a great flashy
floating star twenty or twenty-five
{feet in diameter. Not another living
thing was in the pool. Every fish,
crab, and eel had fled for their lives.
The thing looked steadily at the boat
with its horrible eyes.
“I must dive, senor,” returned the
Indian. “The water fills this cave.”
| Maish could hardly speak. “Tell
somebody we are in here,” he said,
miserably.
“If my mates knew,” put in the
sailor; “but what could they do?”
' “I can tell them—if I get out,” of-
fered Pedro.
! With a faint ray of hope, Wood-
rome drew out his flag. “If you do
‘get out, take this, hang it bottom
side up somewhere, Pedro, where
(they can see it. Don’t forget, bot-
‘tom side up. That means trouble.
11
'’
among bright-colored abodes in char- (loud report and a brilliant white il- | If anyone comes, tell ’em we are in
acteristic American rush. Ten min- lumination. During the flash, Wood- 'here—but what could a whole ship’s
company do?” he asked hopelessly.
Pedro took the silken flag, got out
of his few clothes, and wound the
bunting around his waist and loins
for & breech clout. He knotted it
quickly.
“I will do that, senors—if I get
out.” He glanced down at the vast
, waiting star of flesh. “Adios!”
“Adios!” repeated the Ameridns.
The Indian leaped head féw¥iost in-
|
Down through t#& green depths
Y body, zoned with
tthe bright flag. To Woodrome’s sur-
| prise, the an did not attempt to
go straight under the archway, but
“You know, senor, el es peligroso” cher for such a joyous creature of made &h angling plunge.
When the diver hit the water, the
‘Waiting monster was after him like
,& spider after a fly. The flechy um-
ibrella shot forward with shocking
rapidity. As it rushed, it thrust for-
ward a twelve-foot arm. The diver
dodged downward, but another arm
leaped out and forced him to swerve
‘again. It was like a frog dodging a
‘den of snakes. Always Pedro strove
'for the archway; always the mon-
| ster glided in his path with impish
‘precision and blocking tentacles.
Pedro seemed to weary. He must
“have been out of breath. The men
“above held their nerves tense for the
fend. Pedro was deep in the pool.
Suddenly the monster lunged forward
and downward. At that moment the
Indian sailed upward and over like
the lunge of a flying fish. The polyp
‘halted, flung backward. There was
‘a flash of its whitish underbody, of
'its pale tentacles armed with hideous
sucking discs and tipped with sharp
spurs. Then into the green Tigh“: of
{the archway man and devilfish ‘dis-
| appeared in swift succession ‘dnd
| were gone.
| Both spectators blew ‘otit ‘ah ‘agon-
ized breath. Woodrome ‘was ‘surpris-
ed to find his body bathed ‘in Sweat.
i “Reckon he’s out?” mumbied
Maish.
“Well never do that)” said the
sailor.
“O, no, no, no lintiéed—no, n-not
me.” Maish shook -His head feebly
in ‘the green light. “I nearly tum-
bled in looking at er,” he confessed
in a wilted voice.
Both men still stared fixedly at
the entrance, both ‘watching for anda
dreading to ‘See -tle snaky entrance
of those awful arms.
“D-do you suppose—" Maish be-
gan to speak, but his voice failed.
Full five minutes passed thus and
‘no octopus appeared. In the inter-
um, the bright greenlight slowly de-
creased. Again the frightened ani-
‘mals ‘in the natural aquarium came
| Slowly ‘out "of hiding. A little rain-
‘ mok fish ‘glided out of a rock.
| “Water's ‘getting higher,” Maish
‘said.
| Woodrome nodded.
| “Will this—fill up?”
| “Don’t know—flash your
'sloft.”
| "THe “silence of the cave was ab-
i solute now. Maish picked up his
i electric light and switched it upward.
The toof of the cavern was startling-
‘Ty ‘near. The sailor looked at its
i dripping irregular stones.
“It'll fil,” he decided.
_ “But the air in here,” almost plead-
ted’ the photographer, “won't that
form an air chamber?”
i “Guess not. There must be some
‘small hole above where the bats go
light
“This means I hate to think of
those crabs!” shivered Maish.
“If I could just drown peaceably,”
‘whined the photographer.
Woodrome said nothing.
“Maybe you will,” soothingly said
Woodrome, feeling sorry for the lit-
tle man, “maybe you'll drown before
it gets back and—"
This poor wish was suddenly chok-
ed in the sailor's throat. At the sug-
gestion, both lads glanced below.
‘There, spread hugely beneath them,
was a vast dark eight- pointed star
on a ground of pale-green light.
“It—it caught him,” muttered
‘Maish in a horrified whisper.
“I—don’t know.”
The trapped men were lifted very
gradually toward the overhead rocks.
The cephalopod began floating slow-
ly upward toward the boat. Wood-
rome drew a deep breath. “I'd rather
go out in a fight than to be slow-
ly smothered, wouldn't you?”
Maish nodded without heart.
“How many flashlight cartridges
have you got? Load up that trick!”
. Maish obeyed with alacrity. At
heart the little fellow was of the
sort who depended upon anyone who
would take control. He loaded the
flashlight, handed it to Woodrome.
The sailor then seized an oar, pass-
ed the other to the photographer.
“Let’s attack,” he rapped out brief-
ly. Nothing like attacking—every
‘book on tactics says no!
He thrust his iron-tipped oar down
through the water at the monster.
Before the blade reached the jetty
eyes there was a glimmering swirl,
a great arm flashed up, the oar
.wrenched in Woodrome’s hands as
the tentacles coiled about it. "The
sailor bent a powerful back, jerking
and heaving at the haft. Man and
octopus became engaged in a queer
struggle over a piece of wood. The
,0f fire must have
‘ “You saw my flag,
blade and moved upward. Suddenly
Maish gave a sort of chattering
pan
"Look! Here's one—two—coming
lin on this side! Ugh!”
_“Hit ’em! Smash ’em!” bawled
; Weedrome, making a sudden wrench
[that fortunately broke off his oar in
‘convenient club length. “Get busy!”
. He began pounding at the squirming
, tentacles that closed in from all
sides.
Maish likewise began to hammer. It
was a grisly fight. The blows seem-
ed to mash right into the tentacles
and leave them unhurt. It was im-
possible to bruise the jelly-like flesh.
All at once Maish shrieked: “Got
my leg! Wow! Burns! Stings! O’
he’s got my leg!” He was kicking
the leg furiously, threw up his oar to
strike, and the blade hit the roof and |
lost its force. At that instant a
fiery pain encircled Woodrome's
right thigh. The sailor had the
flashlight in his hand. He placed the
powder cup across against the ten-
acle that tortured Maish and pulled
the trigger. A brilliant flame flared
about the slimy arm and then arose |
"the smell of scorehing flesh. The lit-
tle photdgrapher was Suddenly
free. At the same instant the blis-
tering circle about Weedrome's own
ef dropped off. The stranfe weapon
. Giséoncerted the
polyp. It ceased its immediate at-
tack, dropped some ten feet below, !
and waited. Staring down, they
could see a white blistered ring near |
the end of one of the tentacles. This |
‘was presently doubled up and rubbed
against the monster's big sacklike
body. :
At that moment the top of Wood.
drome’s head touched something. It
was the roof. The sailor reloaded the
Sashiight and laid out the cartridges
n a row as if be were at his
the Petrel. gure
~ “You take my club,” he directed,
“and I'll break this oar”
Maish asked, “Do—do you htink he
—he’s coming bark?”
“I know it.” The sailo- jabbed the
whole oar at the suliiug devilish.
The monster below must have felt
anger, for it rus:d savagely at the
blade. The loathsome battle was on
once more.
Now the two men scarcely had
headroom for their blows, even with
short clubs. In an instant they were
encompassed with rearing, squirming
arms. They beat, hammered. Maish
began shrieking again at a sting. A
tentacle gripped Woodrome's ankle,
circled his body. Another whipped
‘about his bare neck. :
A thought passed through the
sailor's mind that now he must die
in a few seconds, that it would be
best not to resist, but his soldier's
instinct to fight to the last rose up.
He felt blindly for the slimy tentacle.
pressed the cup to it, pulled the trig-
ger. There was a blinding flash a
thundering report. Then into his
straining lungs rushed the blessed
air. The burnt polyp had once more
retreated. Automatically the sailor
felt after a cartridge and reloaded
the light.
At that moment Woodrome became
aware of a strange beating, purplish-
blue radiance that took the place of
the dim green illumination of the
water. Then he heard Maish ex-
claim:
“Oh, look what's coming after us
now!”
Woodrome collected his senses to
face whatever new terror the deep
might afford.
In through the deep archway there
entered a vast black form. It might
have been a shark but it was larger.
It was larger even than a whale. It
entered and rose slowly to the sur-
face. Compared to this monster, the
octopus shriveled to a spider, and the
sailor could see the polyp scuttling
for safety into its nook. The new
prodigy came slowly to the top of the
water. Its black back protruded
from the surface, there came a clank-
ing of steel plates, then a crisp mil-
itary voice called out: “Woodrome!
Woodrome! Are you alive my man?”
“Aye, aye, sir!” sang out the sailor.
“Come aboard then, quick. We've
‘only got ten minutes more till flood
tide !”
“Aye, aye, sir!”
Pulling the boat along by the top
of the cavern, the refugees climbed
aboard the submarine. An officer
waited them at the hatch.
“If this hadn’t been the smallest
undersea boat in the navy, we would
never have been able to creep in
here,” he observed, pleasantly.
sir, bottom
side up?’
‘Yes, and the Negro told us of your
trouble. It was risky, but I thought
Uncle Sam would be willing to take
a chance to fish out two Americans
on the Fourth of July.
{ Woodrone turned and winked at
the photographer, whose face was |
still the color of putty. |
“This day does put a sort of feel- !
ing over a chap, doesn’t it?” ;
“Sh-sh sure does,” mumbled Maish. |
There came a clang of steel
. hatches closing above, then a hiss of
| filling water tanks, and the U-3 be-
igan to descend.—From the Reforma-
tory Record. i
—— A ————————
FOREST JOBS IN STATE
FOR DISABLED VETERANS.
The State of Pennsylvania and the
American Legion are cooperating in
a project intended to solve at one
time the problems of caring for its
more than one million acres of pub-
lic timber land and rehabilitating
‘World war veterans fighting tuber-
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m———,
FARM NOTES. ;
—Mange stunts pigs and prevents
satisfactory gains. In severe cases
they become unmarketable. Dip
the pigs in a one to 40 dilution of
* Lime guippur, Keep the quarters
clean.
—Poultrymen who use galvanized
sheet-iron drinking fountains should
empty out the older water each
morning and replace with fresh wa-
| ter. The same practice, of course,
is good with any type of fountain.
—New Zealand spinach is harvest-
ed as soon as the tips of the branches:
may be cut back about two inches.
After a few days new branches, .
bearing leaves, will be put out. A.
constant supply until frost is possi--
ble with this treatment.
| —Pastures will soon become short..
Plan now for summer and fall feed-
ing of all cows in milk by providing -
green feed, silage, or grain. More:
milk, more profit, and better physi-
cal condition of the cows will result.
say Penn State dairy specialists.
—Fall and winter calves should’
"not be turned off pasture until af-
ter they are 6 months of age. Diges-
tive trouble will be avoided and
calves will grow more satisfactorily
if kept in clean dry stalls and given
good legumes or cut hay, grain and
fresh water in addition to the milk
and calf meal ration,
—Soy beans drilled 30 inches apart
yield slightly more than when planted
36 inehes apart. When 30 inches:
apait they must be cultivated with a.
ohe-horse cultivator or beet cultiva-
tor. One and one-half to two tons
of hay is a fair yield per acre. Soy
bean hay is relished by cows and is
of about the same value per ton as
alfalfa hay. It is cut for hay when
the pods are well formed. This
sohuld be from 90 to 100 days after
planting if conditions have been
favorable.
Two requirements of a dairy barn:
wall must be met in order to pro-
vide warmth. The wall must be air--
tight to prevent drafts and it must
be built of materials and after a.
plan which reduces heat loss by ra-
diation to a minimum. Incidentally,
when both these requirements for
warmth are met the problem of suc-
cessful and effective ventilation is:
greatly simplified. Walls construct-
ed for warmth combined with an ap--
proved ventilation system eliminate:
frost on walls.
—Contrary to popular belief, suc--
cesful experiments indicate that the-
turkey can be profitably taken from
the range to a smaller and more mod-
ern domain where it has a greater-
chance of survival than when allow-
ed to roam at will, says the Sears--
Roebuck Agriculturaul Foundation.
Turkey eggs hatched in incubators, .
poults brooded artifically, reared on
limited range in rotated Iots, fed reg-
ularly from the second dav to matu-
rity, on a carefully planned diet and”
kept entirely separate from chickens.
summarizes the new method of rais--
ing turkeys in semi-confinement.
—Chicory is a weed found in many-
parts of the State. It is a pest prin--
cipally in meadows. Where there are"
only a few plants they can be pul--
led by hand. Where they are numer--
ous use spud, mattock, or hoe to cut
the plants off an inch or two below"
the crown and then put a handful of
salt on the newly cut surfaces.
Where the infestation is so severe
that hand methods are impracticable
grow a cultivated crop for a few
years or let sheep or goats graze on .
the land.
—One of the secrets of growing
sweet peas is to supply plenty of
water at all times. A mulch of
grass clippings will help to conserve
moisture around the sweet peas.
—Test at state experiment stations:
show that a dairy cow drinks about
four gallons of water for each gal-
lon of milk she produces. This means
that a cow giving five gallons of
milk a day must have approximate-
ly 20 gallons of water:
Dairymen have observed’ that cows :
compelled to drink at an unheated’
outdoor tank in cold weather do not
take as much water as they need.
They also consider outdoor exposure
harmful to the cows when the winds:
are cold and the weather stormy.
Members of dairy herd improvement
associations aver the use of automatic
drinking" cups in their barns increases -
the production of their cows 9or 10
per cent. A Minnesota dairyman says
that keeping a. constant supply of
fresh water before his cows in drink-
ing cups saved him an hour's labor a
day. He considers his investment in
drinking cups one of the most profit-
able he ever made:
—A horse is no belterr than his:
feet.
“Taking good care of the growing"
colt’s feet, therefore, is a very im-
portant part of horsemanship,” says:
County Agent Ross. “Trimming the
feet of the colt at the right times
may mean a long, useful life while
neglect may cause ruin.”
Before the colt is turned out to:
' pasture his feet should be trimmed
and leveled, Ross declares.
Many
' colts have been in’ rather close quar-
ters during the winter and have had
little exercise, which has resulted in
grown out feet. THis causes an
unnatural position and if long con-
tinued will result in crooked feet and’
pastermns.
The bones of the colt are soft and
culosis. Two cabins have been built, ' changing; Ross explains, and incor-
the first of a numiber that are plan- rect wearing of tlie hoof often causes:
ned, at high altitudes in the forests, |the leg or pastern to grow in a twist-
where the disabled veterans may ed position. “When trimming the
live, and pass their time caring for feet, first get an outline of the colt
the trees. as he stands at rest,” Ross urges.
- “Then find the points to be correct-
——The three week's session of |g. unite foot and take off
Bible school which has been held at ig ot unless there is some angle
the High school building, under the which needs correction. A few min-
auspices of the various churches of | utes to trimming” and’ straightening
Bellefonte, will close this morning. |the colt’s feet will be time well
Close to two hundred children have Spent, adding” to lis" appearance and’
'
been in attendance daily.