Sn Ha _- without so much as a scrap of old | earnestness: Beworai ian Bellefonte, Pa., December 6, 1929 SE SI" IN MY BABY’S EYES What is the dream in the baby’s eyes, As he lies and blinks in a mute. surprise? With little wee hands that aimlessly go Hither and thither and to and fro; With little, wee feet that shall lead him —God knows. But a prayer from my heart like a beni- son goes; Bundle of helplessness, yonder he lies— What is the dream in my baby’s eyes? What does he wonder and what does he know ? That we have ago? Bathed in the dawnlight, what does he see That slow years have hidden from you and me Out of the yesterday seeth he yet The things that in living he soon shall forget, All that is hidden beyond the blue skies? What is the dream in my baby’s eyes? forgotten so long, long Speak to me, little one, ere you forget What is the thought that is lingering there yet? ‘Where is the land where the yesterdays meet, Waiting and waiting the morrows to greet You wee, blink, What do you wonder and what do you think ? Bright as the skies, What is the dream in my baby's eyes? —Tom Cordry funny fellow, who only will moonlight asleep in the YOKO He came to the little mining town of Sunbeam with no more portable property than the clothes he wore and a small bundle. No man knew what was in that bundle or cared. They looked at the breadth of his shoulders, the massive legs and tre- mendous arms, the shock of hair on his head and his dirty old clothes shrugged their shoulders, and let it go at that. He went about the town and among the mines, saying to every man he met, with a look of pathetic earnestness—‘“Vork? You hire?” Everybody refused to give him work and he hid in some corner overnight, crept out again at day- light, and began his round once more with an eagerness that was pitiful. Late that afternoon Billy Rand saw him for the third time that day, heard him appeal for work and a man repulse him with hard words, calling him a ‘“wop tramp.” Yoko turned away sadly, with a pa- tience that impressed Billy. Yoko was only five feet, nine’ but so tre- mendously wide and thick that he looked gigantic. He could of <rush- ed the man who had abused him, had he been so minded, yet he showed no resentment. As Yoko started on he passed the town bakery and looked into the glass front where bread, rolls, cakes, and doughnuts were shown. His feet dragged, then stopped, and the man looked longingly for an instant. Then his back straightened, his shoulders went back, and he walked on steadily and a bit more quickly, as one who wishes to escape a dan- ger. Billy had seen that look and the involuntary opening of the mouth a little way with a slight mo- tion of chewing. He understood all at once. “Why, the man is hungry,” Billy whispered to himself. Impteuously he started after Yo- ko at a run, caught his sleeve and pulled on it. The heavy stranger looked around hopefully, sudden lighting of his eyes died out again when he saw that his detainer was a boy of sixteen. Billy’s keen eyes read his emotions perfectly. “Hungry ?” he asked, watching the face that had been alert one brief instant, only to grow stolid almost as quickly. “Want to eat?” Again that swift flare of feeling in the eyes, and the big head on top of a pillar of neck nodded emphat- ically. Hope dawned again. “Vork? You hire?” the foreigner asked. “No; but I got four bits you can have, said Billy, and offered the money. “Go buy some eats with it. I don’t care if you take it.” “No!” the word came with a sharper note. “Vork. Som-buddy hire.” 3 He was turning away again when Billy caught his arm once more and marveled at the muscle he felt un- der his hand. “You chop wood?” he inquired, and made the motions of using an ax. The big head nodded rapidly sev- eral times. Billy grinned and beck- oned, turning up the street towards his own home. His father had given him a task that morning which Billy did not relish. A load of dry juni- ped poles lay in the back yard and dry juniper does not cut easily. The ax was freshly ground and whetted, a measuring stick lay on the log chopping block, and a little pile of a dozen of the smaller sticks showed where Bily had already spent a reluctant hour. Yoko laid his little bundle aside, stripped off his coat, and rolled his sleeves above his elbows, as Billy pointed at the junipers. . Followed some strenuous work which lasted until Yoko finished the entire pile. Then he resumed his coat and bundle and looked at Billy. Without a word, the boy dragged out the fifty-cent piece, looked at the eager-eyed man, hesitated, and added a quarter. Yoko shook his head, took the four-bit piece, and pushed the other back. “Bread,” he said, and chuckled as he held the silver up. “Three day no eat.” Then he started for the bakery, with Billy trailing him. That was the beginning of a friendship between Billy Rand and Yoko that grew rapidly stronger. That night Yoko slept in the same cubbyhole where he had spent his first night in Sunbeam, but Billy learned where he had curled up but the | carpet for a bed and persuaded his parents to allow him to make a bed for Yoko in a shed. It was nothing sumptuous, but it was a bed, built up from an old set of rusty springs, four layers of old sacks, a double blanket, and a floursack for a pil- low, stuffed with curled hair from a wrecked easy chair. Yoko show- ed his appreciation of this, and such little favors as a cup of hot coffee and an occasional plate of food, by taking on himself the care of the lawn. Most of all he showed gratitude, for jobs Billy rustled for him at wood-chopping. The Rand ax was loaned and he took particular pains to keep it sharp and preserve the handle from injury. After a week of jobbing, he bought an ax from his earnings. Billy had secured a con- tract for him of cutting dry junipers in the hills and reducing them to stove lengths. Now he walked two miles to and from his work every day, but in spite of this he was up at daylight every morning, weeding and digging around Mrs. Rand's flowers, showing an intimate knowl- edge of gardening. Billy had to bear a good many jibes from the other boys over his ' friendship for the Finn, but he did ;not care particularly, after he had learned more about Yoko. One | morning, when he had risen earlier than usual, he caught the Finn out- . side his shed with a book. . “Studying?” said Billy, wonder- ingly. | “Yes,” said Yoko. “Study how | talk right.” | “Can I help you? Give me the : book.” “All right.” Now §$ go fast.” He did, for his heart was in it. Working industriously about nine hours each day at his woodcutting, he gave half an hour in the morning ito the flowers, and two hours at | night to the study of the language. | Also he took a book with him to his work and studied while he ate his lunch each day. . He was doing well and the Rand family liked him greatly, but there were others who did not, because he was a foreigner. These were some of the miners who never let an op- portunity slip whereby the studious Finn might be annoyed. In fact, they became so belligerent that they pelted the shed with stones whenev- er thy saw his light appear there. Then Mr. Rand went on the war- path and ambushed the gang having the town marshal with him. There was a lively mix-up when the two men came down on the gang. Billy was in the shed with Yoko, and when the riot began the Finn looked at him inquiringly. He knew what the stoning meant, but the sudden ending of the rock throwing and the sounds of battle puzzled him. - “Just dad and the town marshal after those hoodlums,” Billy said. Now the Finn understood and he came to his feet quickly. Jerking the door, open he charged out into the moonlight and ran towards the noise of fighting. “You hurt?” he asked Mr. Rand, after the assailants had fled. “No? All right.” : Then he marched back to the lit- tle shed. So it went all the first year. Yoko fixed the shed until it was rainproof, with a wooden floor and a little stove in it. In return for its use he took care of their flowers, kept the yard clean and neat and provided wood in abund- ance, cut to stove lengths. Mr. Rand insisted that he paid too much for his accommodations and handed out many good meals to him. All through the winter months Yoko kept at his wood-chopping and his studying, making excellent pro- gress in mastering the language. When the spring came, Billy left school to go to work in a mine and he secured a place for Yoko as a mucker in the same mine. Yoko was so grateful to Billy that it was al- most pitiful. “I come here flat broke know nothing, big ox man. You feel sor- ry for stupid head, give chance to earn bread, place to sleep. Always I remember it is you who reach the hand first to Yoko.” Springtime passed and summer ar- rived. It had been planned that on July Fourth there was to be, among other stunts, a drilling contest, with a first prize of three hundred dol- lars for the two-man team that won. holders began to plan to enter the race. At this time Billy had been holding drills for one of the lesser lights in hammer work for several weeks. “I wish Ed Walsh was a better man with a hammer, so we could get into the drilling contest,” Billy re- marked many times. He said it at home and he said it to Yoko while they ate their lunch in a drift tunnel. a despairing note in his voice, be- cause of the seemingly impossibility of his having any part in the battle. Came the Fourth of July, with everybody in Sunbeam attending the big picnic and watching all the con- | tests. The drillers did not begin un- til late afternoon. Yoko had been hanging around Billy all day, keep- ing himself somewhat in the back- | watch the boy. Every joyful light that appeared on Billy's face was reflected on that of the Finn. He was exceedingly happy in seeing the boy happy. The time of the drilling approach- ed and a number of men began to limber up for the fray, swinging the big sledges they would use in the actual work. Yoko watched them intently, from a position close to Billy, and once the boy turned to him excitedly. “Say Yoko, if you knew how to strike we could go in there as a team and give them a run for their money. I wish you were a hammer man. You have the shoulders and arms for it,” he went on. “Big swing no good” murmured Yoko, as though he had not heard Billy's remark. ‘Ask the boss if 1 can go in,” said the Finn. Billy darted forward to the mine of ceremonies. He turned and Billy talked in a low voice with great This looked big to the miners, and | There was always | foreman, who acted as the master i 1 i all the best drillers and their drill ground, but always where he could | ! hammer. that tap-tap-tap of his sledge. The man looked across at Yoko and nodded his head. “Sure he can enter now, if he’s got the entrance fee and wants to risk it,” he said. “But he’d better kiss his five dollars good-bye before he parts from it for he'll never see it again. Some of these drillersare certain to beat him two to one. What does he know of drilling?” “I don’t know,” answered Billy, “but he isn’t scared to try.” ; ‘Then he ran back to the Finn. Yoko put a big hand in his pocket and pulled out an old-fashioned wal- let. From this he took five dollars and walked over to the foreman. “All clear for the drilling con- test!” called the foreman after pock- eting Yoko’s money. “This match is open to all two-man teams; entrance fee, five dollars. Any other teams want to come in on this? I will wait five minutes. There are now seven teams entered, the six whose names are posted on the billboard and one new one just receivd. Yoko The Finn, striker; Billy Rand, holder!” At this announcement there was a roar of laughter. The crowding min- ers, and engineers whooped and yelled hilariolsly. A voice belowed rac- uously, a call for three cheers for “the Finn and the kid, the tailend- ers now and at the end of the con- test” he heard the jeers. “Cool,” Billy, murmured Yoko. “Ice on the head and we make these of the big yell come down to small whine, mebbe. You want to try and now it is possible. Only the hand must be steady to hold the drill.” Billy recognized the truth of this statement and steadied himself. Breathing long, slow, deep breaths, he forced himself into a calmer mood. The teams came forward to the al- lotted positions. A huge granite sur- face, bulging a couple of feet above the ground, allowed each team plen- ty of room, and a chalk ring and number showed where the drills must start. Yoko carried a sledge and Billy took from the director _a | card bearing number five. Every holder had an equal num- | ber of sharp drills of various lengths laid out beside him. Billy picked up {read the figures, pursed his lips to the shortest one and waited. “All ready! First drill, set on the mark. Strikers ready! Go!” Whang! Seven sledges crashed on the heads : of seven drills in exact unison. Stolidly Yoko corrected the position ' of the drill in Billy’s hand and grip- ped his sledge in a strange way, his right hand close to the head, his left well out on the handle. Then his sledge banged steel in time with the fourth blow delivered by the other drillers, but the men who watched were astonished at the way that choked sledge tapped. Rising and falling only a few in- ches, impelled by the biggest arm in all that gathering of powerful men, the heavy sledge thumped, pumped up and down in regular cadence, unvarying, rapidly: pushed down at every stroke in a way that brought ! something of weight and strength behind the steel. Whang-whang- whang, came the swinging sledgers. Chuck, chuck, chuck, raced Yoko's sledge in the same period. He was saving all that back swing and most of the forward through losing, some of the hard impact. Men talked in low tones, waiting the tiring of that arm. Billy signaled a change of drills and brought the second length up to make the shift, which could not be done as the other holders made it, during the cirling of a long-handled Yoko shifted hands on the handle and set his left where the the right had been, losing only one beat, then the steel rang again with that firebell tapping. The other seven had changed drills a scant two seconds after Billy and the hammermen went on with their rhythmic swing and slam, knowing it to be no proof of greater depth to have a boy change drills a little .in In advance of the seasoned men. fact it might be an indication of nerve irritation only and the hole be less deshly driven. -However, Billy had cooled down toa steady determination after the actual work began and he knew that Yoko had in effect, become a ma- chine. No product of the steel mills ever moved more steadily in time than he. No machine ever made could concentrate on its job any more stolidly. Three of the eight drills allotted to each man had gone into the dis- card and still that persistent, even jabbing maintained its pace and the! hands of Billy Rand turned the drill regularly. Wonder began to get a grip on the multiple mind of the ‘crowd. How long could Yoko keep the speed he had used to this time? When would he begin to “crack” and miss his rhythm ? Unconsciously, many hands were keeping time A e of the drillers speeded up his own swinging smashes, became confused because of being out of step and having a faster sound ring in his ears missed the drill and was out of the match, his holder nursing a bruised hand, while Yoko kept on steadily. Drill number four followed the others and the head of number five grew warm under the pounding of Yoko. The director of the contest took another look at the intent face of Billy Rand and the doggedly stub- born Finn, shook his head, and cast a look at the group of regulars who were pounding away steadfastly. It | was plain to all that he thought it impossible for Yoko to maintain his speed and force to the end. Again everybody changed drills and the sharp steel bit into the rock anew and with an effectiveness that put heart into the driller gang. The Finn had changed back to using his right hand to give impulse to his sledge and still his jaw was set, his mouth tightly closed. With nostrils distended their widest, his breathing | was even unlabored, and no slightest change could be detected in the force or speed of his pushing blows. One of the most experienced drillers in the band glanced over at him, as his own sledge swung backward for a blow, noted the length of the steel protruding from the hole and shook his head." Then he speeded up his striking and his voice began a cadenced ‘“Ha- muckers, timbermen, hoistmen, | Billy felt his face burning as | TEN hup’ Ha-hup!” The other hammer- men took up the time of the new speed and when they had caught it exactly, the leader relasped into si- lence. They were all putting more force into their blows, in an effort to drive the drills deeper into the grit to break up the rock into dust to a deeper cut at every stroke. Still Yoko did not vary his speed by a single beat and his eyes never turn- ed aside from watching the burred drill-heads. “Last drill!” cried Billy Rand to Yoko, as the steel slid into the hole. PHepshepshep! Hit hard, hit hard, ep!” The Finn grinned for the first time since he struck the first blow, and the rate of his tapping blows increased measurably. The sledge only lifted about four inches each time, yet it came down with force every time, making the drill bite well into the rock. He was striking now at the rate of about five times to his former four, and putting more force on each stab of the sledge. The noise in the bleachers died down as the audience noted his ac- cess of speed and weight. Silently the people kept watch for the crack- ing point in his face. Then the director took his watch from his pocket regarded it with a steady stare for a full minute, | took from another pocket a whistle {and set it between his lips, waited a | few seconds, and blew shrilly. Every , sledge stopped its downward motion | and silence fell. Not a whisper in | the crowd gave evidence of its ten- i sion not a movement among the drill- jer gang testified to their relief at | release from the strain. © “Benn Galloway, Jim Reese, and Ted Sloan will now measure the | holes,” came the sonorous announce- | ment from the director, and they {came forward to answer the sum- | mons. One carried a tin rod, laid off in inches and fractions of inches. One carried a notebook and pencil. The third held a miner's spoon for cleaning out drill holes. Quietly the three did their work. then all three wrote their names on the page under the entries and handed the book to the mine fore- man who had acted as director. He whistle, thought better looked sheepish. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my du- ty to announce the depth of the win- ning hole and the name of the win- ner, together with the second in the race. I'm all knocked of a heap and you will know why when I say that Yoko the Finn has drilled two and a half inches deeper than any of the rest, while the second man is onlya half inch farther in the rock than the third in line. Second man, Len Brady, with Con Gray holding. The holder for the Finn is Billy Rand and I must say the lad has a steady hand at the job. Now give the win- ners the long yell!” The yell spectators was loud, deep, satisfying to the hearers. The foreman offer- ied his hand to Yoko, then to Billy, as the treasurer came up to deliver the prize money. | “That was a new one on me,” he said. “I never saw a driller churn a drill in that way before and no one but a man with the muscle of a giant could stand it as long as you did, Yoko. Congratulations.” Yoko took the money from the | treasurer, turned around, and push- of it and ed it all into the hands of Billy. His | face was beaming and his eyes shin- ing. | “For you and mother,” he said, and rushed away as though scared. i —From the Reformatory Record. emer ee fp fee reer. REAL ESTATE TRANSFERS. Helen C. Broderick to Helen B. Blair, tract in Bellefonte; $1. | Frederick D. Struble, et ux, to For- ‘est L. Struble, lege; $1. Carrie B. Masden, et bar, to Edgar .Masden, tract in Liberty Twp; $650. | Mrs. Olie G. Watson to Clyde | Poorman, tract in Boggs Twp.; $1. | E. E. Weiser, et ux, to J. C. Shoe- maker, et al, tract in Ferguson Twp.; $1. { Savilla Breon Foreman, et ux, to . William McClenahan, tract in Centre i Hall; $4,500. i William McClenahan, et ux, to George H. Stover, tract in Centre Hall; $5,200. ‘Sarah Adams to Charles Adams, tract in Rush Twp.; $1. Herman E. Walton to W. E. Wal- ton tract in State College; $1. | H. E. Dunlap, sheriff, to Citizens’ Building and Loan Association, tract in Philipsburg; $1200. Edith Spicer, et bar, to Annie M. { Cook, tract in Bellefonte; $1. i KE. J. Gilligan, et ux, to the Drei- belbis Hunting Club, tract in Fergu- i son Twp.; $150. Clement Dale, et ux, to J. B. Roan, tract in Benner Twp.; $30. | George W. Miller, et ux, to Josiah : Pritchard, tract in Philipsburg; $1. L. E. Kidder, et ux, to Theodore { Davis Boal, tract in Harris Twp.; | $1450. ——The Fauble Store’s 43rd An- ,niversary Sale starts promptly at 9 ‘a. m. Saturday. Be there. A big . surprise awaits you. 48-1t —Grocer—‘ ‘Well, little boy, what can I do for you?” | Little Boy—“Mother sent me to . get change for a dollar, and said she would give you the dollar tomor- , TOW.” | “I rather pride myself on one thing,” said “Shorty.” “Although I T have the brightest, smallest, cutest best youngster I ever saw I never | brag about him.” eC | Bobby—“Am I descended from a { monkey 7” | Mother—“I don’t know. I did not know your father’s people very well.” pe ye er pipes apelin Teacher: —“Tom Wallace, you in- herited your laziness from your father.” Tom: —*“No, ma'am, he still has his.” that went up from the tract in State Col- PATIENTS TREATED AT COUNTY HOSPITAL Miss Elizabeh Judy, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Judy, of Penn- sylvania Furnace, became a surgical patient on Monday of last week. Miss Ernestine and Warren Spen- cer, daughter and son of Mr. and Mrs. John Spencer, of State College, were admitted on Monday of last week for surgical treatment and were discharged on the following day. Mrs. Mildred Zimmerman, wife of Charles Zimmerman, of Mingoville,. a medical patient for a few hours on Monday of last week, died that af- ternoon. William Bush, of Olyphant, Pa., a student at Penn State, a surgical pa- tient for the past seven weeks, was discharged on Monday of last week. Mrs. Ella Barto wife of Henry Barto, of College township, who had been a medical patient for ten days, was discharged on Monday of last week. Mrs. Ocie Hipple, of Snow Shoe a surgical patient, was discharged on Tuesday of last week. Mrs. Margaret Devlin, of Snow Shoe, a surgical patient, was admit- ted and discharged on Tuesday of last week. Miss Estella Harpster, of State College, was admitted on Tuesday of last week for surgical treatment, and was discharged the following day. Eight year old William Coble, of Bellefonte, was admitted on Wed- nesday of last week for surgical treatment and was discharged the following day. Paul Shawley, of State College, a surgical patient for ten days, was discharged on Wednesday of last week. Miss Esther Gray, of Port Matilda R. D., became a surgical patient on Thursday of last week. Miss Jane Genua, six year old daughter of Mrs. Catherine Genua, of Bellefonte, was admitted on Sat- urday for surgical treatment and was discharged on Sunday. Mrs. Dorothy Hower, of German- town a surgical patient for a week, was discharged on Saturday. Charles Thompson, of Bellefonte, a surgical patient for twelve days, was discharged on Saturday. Mrs. Mildred McKinley, wife of George McKinley, of Milesburg, was admitted on Sunday for medical treatment. There were 42 patients in the hospital at the beginning of this week. | — er retin ——There will be a beautiful and useful gift, absolutely free, to the first 25 ladies and the first 25 men who attend our 43rd Anniversary Sale starting Saturday promptly at 9 a. m. No purchase required, just be one of the first 25 that's all.— Fauble Stores. 48-1t AIRMAIL PILOT SALUTES HOTEL WAITRESSES t On Thanksgiving morning pilot H. P. Little, with one thousand pounds of airmail enroute to Cleveland, reached the Bellcfonte fielé¢ during a hard snow storm and ‘was held here until the storm abat- ed. Coming into town he went to the Brockerhoff house to get his breakfast. It was nine o'clock and the dining room closed but landlord | Landsy arranged to give him some- I thing to eat. | When he had finished his meal and was leaving the dining room he told 'the waitresses they would hear from ‘him later. And they did. When he resumed his flight he zoomed low {over the Brockerhoff house and cir- cling around made another zoom. { Attracted by the noise of the low- | flying ship the waitresses had gone out onto the balcony and as Little | made the circle he leaned out of the $1 Tene ¥ARM NOTES. —In cutting the annual supply of firewood, the poor trees in the wood- lot should be taken first, foresters at State College recommend. Thin- ning out the undesirable trees will allow room for the good specimens lo develop into more valuable tim- T. —Parsnips and salsify are often left in the garden over the winter and used in the early spring. Why not dig these vegetables in the fall store them in shallow pits, and have them available during the winte: also? —The amount of protein necessary in a grain mixture for dairy cows de. pends to a great extent on the kinc of hay fed. With alfalfa hay use ¢ grain mixture containing about 16 pes cent. of crude digestible protein. I: clover hay is fed about 20 per cent of protein is necessary. Timothy may require about 24 per cent. o: protein to balance the mixture prop erly. —If ewes are to have good lamb: next spring, they must have prope: feed and plenty of exercise this win ter. —When cold weather closes i timber is in its prime for cutting The sap which has been coursing through the tree during the summe months leaves the tree to a larg: extent until spring comes again. Timber cut during this season wil remain sound and good much longe than if it were cut when the tree i in full growth. The bark stick tight to the log or timber and as : result it may be years before insect may be able to get beneath it an: damage the timber. The stains which are a form of rot, enter log very slowly when it is cut winter. The farmer who owns a woodlot i fortunate with respect to his timbe crop. He must use his time in th fields during the summer. Whe winter comes he has a great amoun of spare time. This spare time ma be profitably used in getting ou timber for the market. A woodlot grows only about cord of wood to the acre a yea when it is growing at its best. Th farmer should keep this fact i mind so that he can take off 1 cro each winter. If he cuts too much h will eventually lose his winter crop To make sure that he will get th biggest and most valuable crop h should keep his woods weeded «¢ poor trees. Farmers who cut thei woods carefully get from $5.00 t $10 return cash a year from evar acre of their woods. i: —If skimmilk is not available fc dairy calf feeding, skimmilk powde is a satisfactory substitute. Mi one pound of the powder with nin pounds of warm water and feed e3 actly as skimmilk. —Make yourself a Christms present of a farm account book an in your New Year's resolutions ir clude a plan to run the farm o business principles. Ask your cour ty agent how to start the bookkee} ing. from New York | cockpit, waved good bye and resum- | ed his flight westward. 1 | ——The biggest bargains ever of- | fered anywhere, any time or any i place is what you will find at Fau- | ble’s 43rd Anniversary Sale on Sat- ‘urday. Be on hand, as the doors | swing open promptly at 9 a. m. 48-18 ——While Penn and Cornell tus- sled for supremacy on the gridiron on Franklin field, Philadelphia, on Thanksgiving day. “Big Bill” Hollen- back laid on a bed in the Graduate hospital recovering from an opera- his right shoulder. After acquiring a reputation as a football player on the Penn team “Big Bill” coached at Penn State in 1910 and 1912 to 1914. Since 1918 he has been living in Philadelphia and has acted as an advisory coach and a central board official at the University of Pennsyl- vania most of the time since. el ett ——— ——At the regular luncheon of the Bellefonte Kiwanis club, last week, officers for the ensuing year were elected as follows: President J. Kennedy Johnston; vice president i Rev. Robert Thena; secretary, Geo. C. Bingaman; treasurer, S. Claude Herr; district trustee, Samuel M. | Shallcross; directors, W. W. Kerlin, Arthur C. Hewitt Judge M. Ward Fleming, John S. Sommerville, Ray C. Noll Harry C. Yeager and John Rossman. —— There will be a beautiful and useful gift, absolutely free, to the first 25 ladies and the first 25 men who attend our 43rd Anniversary Sale starting Saturday promptly at 9-a. m. No purchase required, just be one of the first 25 that's all.— Fauble Stores. 48-1t tion for the removal of a growth on’ —Winter weather is hard on wu housed and unprotected farm m: chinery. The life of any machine ca be prolonged if it stands in a goc shed when not in use. —When watering house plants ¢ it thoroughly in the morning. Us water that will not chill the plant With aid of a funnel the work ma be done with neatness and dispate: —Do not delay purchasing ma birds if new blood is needed in ti breeding flock. Buy a few mo: than needed, so if any deaths occu there will be enough birds for us “Plan now for a better mill producing inheritance in your futw herd. Get a sire from a line « breeding better than your own. —Isolate all birds from the pou try flock as soon as they sho symptoms of disease. Then deci¢ what method of treatment to follov —PFor three days, December 9 ° 11, the Pennsylvania State Colle will offer the sixth annual Hortict ture week. There will be separa programs on vegetable gardenin fruit growing, and floriculture a1 ornamental horticulture. These a ford opportunities for alert farme to increase = their information a improve their practices. —A farm icehouse is a valuak asset. Plan now to build such house and fill it when the first su ply of good ice is available. —Fifty farmers in the State ha qualified this year for membersh in the famous Keystone 400-Buskt club by growing 400 or more bus els of potatoes on a measured ac: according to L. T. Denniston ee tension plant pathologist of t Pennsylvania State College, who receiving reports from coun agents. Lehigh county has 16 me: bers, the largest number report from a single county. Bucks a Carbon counties have 12 each. L zerne county has reported five me: bers. Berks two, and Schuylk: Cambria, and Northampton o each. Henry Y. High, a Buc county farmer, has the highe yield this year, 629.4 bushels, a John R. Bachman, of Northampt county, is a close second with 6 bushels. —Producing Thanksgiving dinne was done with greater success tl year than ever before by fo Huntingdon county turkey growe George Robb, Huntingdon, grew birds; George Smith, Mill Creek, & Jesse Keith Mill Creek, 48, and Mj Clara Henderson, 39. All kept th; turkeys confined .to porches wi hardware cloth floors for 10 wee! Then they were put in yards. Re ular commercial chick starter was1 and the birds got an abundance liguid milk.
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