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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.