Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, June 28, 1929, Image 2
= — 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- | — 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.