SUNSET’S PROMISE
There we 'e clouds in the sky today,
With pat ies of blue;
There w:re showers
storm,
But the sun broke through.
What a marvel, that sunset hour,
With its brilliance there!
Better still, the promise it gives
Of a morrow fair.
Now the tints have faded to shades,
The pinks to old golds, a
Yet the hope of a cloudless morn
The beauty still holds.
There were clouds in my life today
With moments. of peace;
There were storms that broke over my
soul,
Yet there came release.
For the promise of God's great grace
And of deathless morn,
Broke through the clouds in my heart,
And peace was born.
Thank God that the clouds of life
Give sunset peace!
Thank God that his promise and love
Makes fears to cease.
—P. G. VAN ZANT
eee Alper meee.
THE SHERITON BUCKAROO
of rain with the
You never hear of Sheriton base-
ball but you hear of Long Tom Gilli-
gan, the Sheriton Buckaroo. Long
Tom won his baseball glory the year
I was captain; I'll have to admit
that he, and no one else, was the
hero of the big game with Ashford.
The funny thing about it is—Long
Tom wasn't a baseball player at all.
He'd lived all his life: on an Arizona
cattle ranch; he didn’t know any
more about baseball than a rattle-
snake knows about a pipe organ.
But I'm getting ahead of my story.
Peculiar—the way I met Long
Tom that spring. I probably
wouldn't have noticed him if it
hadn’t been that Sheriton had the
weakest baseball team in fifteen
years. I, being captain, was on a
wide-eyed hunt for better material.
That particular afternoon I hap-
pened to be standing at the edge of
the running track behind the gym,
chinning with Red Barett, our yell
leader, Red gets his nickname from
his hair and the freckles that match
it. A stocky youngster—Red—brim-
ful of fun, with the world’s most en-
gaging grin and a cheery word for
everybody. Believe me, I needed a
cheery word that day. Spring prac-
tice just starting, and our squad pea-
green and awkward as new-born
colts.
All at once Red’s eyes left my face
and fixed themselves on something
behind me. His head cocked itself
to one side—a habit of his when
something tickled him.
“By the chin wiskers of Buddha!”
he exclaimed. “It’s alive!” I turn-
ed to catch my first glimpse of Tom
Gilligan.
A queerer looking goof I never did
see. He was tall—close onto six feet
one—and so lean he couldn't have
cast a respectable shadow. He had
long, dangling arms that broadened
into big, honest hands, and a face so
bashful and good-natured and home-
ly that right off you wanted it for
a friend. For the rest, he was al-
most comically bowlegged and he
walked with an oddish, sailor-like
roll. His clothes cost money, you
could see that, but the money went
for material and not for style.
All at once the newcomer stooped
and picked up something—a discus
that somebody left. He looked around
as though to make sure nobody was
| and symbod of Sheriton's fighting ! cow pony in Southwest Arizona.”
| spirit. Whereupon we marched right back.
We'd had that wildcat for
twenty years; it was an animal sa-
cred to Sheriton traditions. Wel),
| just as we were about to trundle Mr.
| Wildcat ontc the stage, the doors
~ | to the anteroom burst open. In dast.-
: ed six husky Ashfordites, overpower-
led our guards, grabbed our wildcat
(and disappeared. Before we could
‘stop them they jumped into an au-
to and roared away. The next day,
‘on our home field Ashford walloped
‘us, And all through the game their
rooters razzed us about the wildcat.
{ We could have consigned ’em all
| to everlasting fires without a mur-
mur. As the weeks wore on, and
searching party after searching par-
ty returned without the wildcat, and
with Ashfod lording it over us at ev-
ery turn, you can imagine our fierce
longing to win that annual baseball
game. And Ashford’s nine was her
best in years.
Well, the baseball season started.
We soon won a practice game or
two, lost a couple more, Our inter-
collegiate schedule promised to be a
walkaway—for the enemy. Already,
with cheerful frankness, sport writ-
ers ensconced us in the cellar. And
with the same frankness they con-
‘ceded Ashford the championship. All
of which was poison to the men of
Sheriton.
A kind of despair settled over the
school when Berkeley beat us 7 to 1.
It was our fourth straight defeat.
That despair was heightened by the
bulletins from Ashford. Word came
that they were planning to make our
game, in their stadium, the big event
of their alumni homecoming. And
no wonder. Ashford had been romp-
ing all over teams that had beaten
us. You can imagine our chance
with her on her home field.
Between the Berkeley game and a
forthcoming Greek Lit exam I was
feeling pretty blue that night. I
tumbled into bed thinking nasty
thoughts about Euripides, Aristo-
phanes, Sophocles, and Minahan—the
former three being ancient Greeks
and the latter Sheriton’s latest, and
by all odds rottenest shortstop.
Finally, about 1 a. m, after I'd
just dozed off, I was awakened by
a low, determined caterwauling be-
neath my window. That was no
tomcat; it was Red Barett. Icrawl-
ed out of bed, pretty mad.
“What ho, Juliet!” I heard Red
call impatiently. ‘Haste thee down
to thy Romeo!”
On the front porch shivering in my
bathrobe and slippers, I was a most
ungracious host.
“Say, Brighteyes,” exclaimed Red,
excitedly. “Have you heard the lat-
est? Ashford's planning a big cur-
tain raiser for the Sheriton game.
They're putting up a monster corral
at one end of the field. Then they're
going to stage a broncho busting
stunt, the best rider in each class
competing for the all-university
championship. They say they've got
a flock of bang-up riders. They're
planing to pull a sensation that the
Middle West’ll never get over. Boy,
it’s the cat’s meow! ‘Won't we tan
their hides for them?”
Now wasn’t that a hot sketch-—
calling a fellow out of bed to teil
him all about his own funeral.” I
got sarcastic. Who wouldn't?
“It sure is fine,” I said. “Splendid
advertising for us. Just what we
need. First they get a lot of good
publicity by busting a dozen wild
horses in a corral; then they beat us
on the diamond; and then they go
home and twist our wildcat’s tail
Fine for us? Where do you get that
stuff?” But you couldn't faz2 Red.
“We'll beat ’em at their own
game,” he assured me contideutiy,
“We'll let ’em pull off their little
stunt and then we’ll send our cham-
watching, then cut loose with an al- | pion out and he'll ride the sozks oif
mighty heave.
discus sailed 120 feet!
“That guy's got a wing like a Big |
Bertha,” I whispered to Red, ‘“Let’s
talk to him. Pitchers are scarcer
this year than ice cream at the equa-
tor.”
No luck. Long Tom, blushing like
a girl, confessed he hadn't played a
dozen games of baseball in his life.
Thomas Gilligan was his name, he
told us, whereupon Red promptly
handed him the moniker that every-
body uses—the “Long Tom,” one, 1
mean.
Long Tom Senior, the boy told us,
owned a big cattle ranch in Cochise
County, Arizona. This was the first
time Long Tom had ever been away
from home. He'd gone a couple of
years to a little denominational col-
lege in Arizona, and then, to finish
things right, his father packed him
off to Sheriton.
We went and sat on the front
steps of Long Tom's boarding house
and talked—that is, Tom did. He
chattered about his life down there
-—in the saddle most of the time—
busting horses, roping shorthorn cat-
tle, poisoning lobo wolves, playing
hide-and-seek with rattlesnakes. Life
on an Arizona cattle ranch, I judged,
must be about as calm and peaceful
as Saturday night in the front-line
trenches. We chewed the rag for
three hours.
“Nice kid,” said Red, after we'd
left him. And he was. But neither
of us dreamed, at the time, that this
gangling protege of ours would carve
his name in great big letters in
Sheriton’s hall of fame.
Day followed day and the Sheriton
baseball squad didn’t improve worth
beans. They gobbled flies and snar-
ed grounders and lined out sizzlers
in practice, but get 'em in a game
and they acted like bashful debu-
tantes. They muffed easy chances
and they batted with all the fire and
energy of a small boy beating the
family rug,
The worst of it was that the whole
school cried for victory over Ash-
ford. Ashford had a larger student
body—a state supported agricultural
college ought to be pretty big—and
we'd any of us give a semester's al-
lowance to beat them. This last
fall, however, Ashford had intensified
the rivalry a thousand times over.
Here's what they did.
At our annual yell rally in the
gym before the Ashford football
game, we'd followed our usual cus-
tom of fetching out our stuffed
wildcat, property of the student body
Say, I'll swear that |of every fire eater in the corral. Don’t
you see, our trick is to wallop ’em
at their own game. Then the news-
papers will pan the life out of then
and we'll even up on them for Kkid-
napping our wildcat. Pretty ilossy,
what? Congratulate me!”
“Sure, I see,” said 1.’ “I sce the
lions ,and the den, all right. But
who's going to be the little Daniel ?
Not me, nor you, either. I never ode
anything fiercer than a Shetland
pony in a public park, and as fcr
you, couldn't drape a saddle on a
Jersey cow. Belling the cat is great
stuff, all right, but who's the litlle
mouse that’s going to do it?”
Red fairly withered me. ‘Join the
day shift,” he advised, sarcastica'ly.
“Use your head for once. Why, the
man who’ll clean up on Ashford for
us is Long Tom Gilligan, of course!”
Long Tom Gilligan! Right then I
got the big idea. “Great stuff!” I
assured the grinning Red. I forgot
all about my bathrobe and slippers.
“Let’s go and tell the old sport now.”
We routed Gilligan out of bed, and
say, he was tickled to death! Real
fighting blood in that youngster!
“Will I?” he exclaimed.
cayuse chaw oats? Why it'll be a
three-ring circus. I'm plumb glad
you fellows asked me.”
| Well, we sat on Long Tom's front
porch and fathered ecstatic plans.
Here's the way they finally pointed
up: Just after Ashford’s champion
had been picked we'd send Red over
to the Ashford stand. Red would
challenge the winner in behalf of
Sheriton. Ashford couldn’t back out,
and the stake would be set for Long
Tom to mosey out and make a kill-
ing. If by any chance Ashford’s
man got thrown but Tom stuck, sport
writers would eat it up—the news
would be telegraphed all over the
country, and then Sheriton alumni
could lord it over Ashford till King-
dom Come. It was a bearcat of an
idea. We sat and fondled it and blew
it up like a toy balloon.
Just as I got up to go, Long Tom
crashed through with another high-
powered idea.
“Fellows,” he said, “did I ever tell
you about Astronomy?”
“Just you dare try it,” shuddered
Red. “Astronomy has doomed more
than one poor sinner to a second
senior year. Being as you're 4 lew-
comer, young man, you won't go {o
jail this time, but don't you dare
make a break like that again.”
“But listen,” persisted Tom. ‘“As-
‘tronomy's no study. He's ‘the wir-
fest, knock-kneedest, diabolicalest
“Will a |
and listened, with fevered interest; to
glowing word pictures of the deeds of
Astronomy, And as Long Tom en-
thused, so did we likewise.
It seems that this Astronomy
horse was the Jesse James of Coch-
ise County, Arizona. He wasn’t very
big, and he wasn't any Apollo Bev-
eled-Ear to look at, but he held all
the world’s records for orneryness
and daredeviliry. And had one
scerling virtue—he loved Long Tom.
Long Tom could ride him to Gehenna
and he wouldn't bat an eye, but let
another buckaroo try to mount him
and he'd kick up like Mt. Vesuvius
on the Fourth of July. Tom told us
a lot more stories about Astronomy's
uncanny stunts until our hair stood
on end. And he wound up with a
calm reflective, “I know darned
well my dad would stip him up herve ”
Well, I forgot all about the train-
ing rules. I stayed there and talk-
ed about all the 1est of the nigh.
When we left it was settled that
Tom would telegraph his father to
forward Astronomy by return (nail.
Ana that was that.
Soon afterward Long Tom heard
from home. His dad, he told us, had
walled off a section of a cattle car,
and Astronomy, in comvany with a
most unwilling attendant, was on his
way to college.
Every day after that, we haunted
the railroad yards. And one night
the fussy little switch engine towed
an extra long string, and bringing up
the rear of it was a peculiar sort of
a car with horizontal bars instead of
walls. Long Tom let out a yell and
started for it lickety-cut.
By the time Red and I got there
Long Ton: was spouting baby talk at
what to iny mind will always stand
out as the ugliest, decrepitest speci-
men of the genus horse that ever
outraged human eyes. He was posi-
tively disreputable.
He wasn't especially big, and he
sort of bulged at one side from lean-
ing too much on one foot, most like-
ly. He was rusty colored, with a
great wire scratch across one flank.
His mane was tangled and frowsy,
and part of it straggled between his
ears and down over his eyes. More-
over, he was bowlegged, and there
was a wicked, crafty look in his
half-closed eyes that didn’t appeal to
me one bit.
I'll say this for Astronomy,
though —he was genuinely glad to
see Long Tom. He nuzzled the boy
and whickered and stamped his feet.
Red even declared he wagged his
tail! Anyhow when Long Tom turn-
ed to me, a bit huskily, and demand.
ed to know if Astronomy “wasn’t the
beautifullest horse in the world,” I!
took a half hitch on my conscience
and mumbled “yes.”
The ten days to the Ashford game
were darned long ones. You see, we
couldn’t tell anybody about our plan,
not even the Sheriton fellows, he-
cause if Ashford got the tiniest hint
of it they'd more than likely cail off
the rodeo. Or at least they'd find
some way of queering things.
We parked Astronomy in a n=ar--
by dairy barn and every morning at
4 o'clock Long Tom got up and took
his pet for an exercising. Astron-
omy was still a little peeved over he-
ing transplanted, Long Tom said, and
likely would take it out on somebody
at the rodeo.
At nightfall, three days before the
Ashford game, we started Tom off,
a-horseback, for Ashford. You see,
he couldn't very well ship Astronomy
to Ashford without rousing suspi-
cions; therefore he decided to cover
the forty-five miles leisurely so that
Astronomy would arrive there nice
and fresh,
If there was any doubt in his mind
Long Tom didn’t show it that nignt.
He grinned joyfully as he cantered
off —as straight as the bronze statue
of George Washington in the Sheriton
squad. That boy surely could ride!
The day of the game our team
went over early to sort of get used
to the Ashford diamond. We prac-
ticed, lightly, from ten to eleven,
then hunted up our eating place. I
kept an eye peeled for Long Tom,
and pretty soon I spied him. He was
bubbling over with excitement.
“Everything’s fit as a fiddle,” he
told me. “I got chummy with the
stable man where they keep the
stock. Stable man told me they have
some pretty lively plugs on deck,
but nothing dangerous. I told him,
offhand, that I had another horse to
add to the bunch. He accepted old
Astronomy without a peep. Guess
he thought I was an Ashford stud-
ent or something.”
“And Astronomy?” I inquired.
anxiously. Long Tom winked. “A
good lively horse like Astronomy
doesn’t need oats,” he murmured.
“However, I fed him a whole armful,
Guess you needn't worry about As-
tronomy. So long. See you at the
game.”
We got out on the field about an
hour early. As the rodeo was to
come off before the game the stands
were nearly full by that time. Our
bunch was massed on one side of the
stadium with the Ashfordites—iwire
as many of 'em—on the other.
That Ashford stadium, I'm here to
tell you, is a wonderful piece of con-
crete. It's horseshoe shaped—we kid
Ashford about that being an appro-
priate design for an ‘‘aggie” school.
One end of the stadium is open.
Home plate is in the center, the dia-
mond extends through the open end,
and the outfield is outside the =tad-
fjum. Well, that arrangement left
quite a big empty space in the crook,
and here Ashford had put up their
monster corral.
Ashford opened the program with
a parade by their band, playing that
odious “Sheriton in the Dust” tune
of theirs. Our gang came back with
the yell that always drives them
crazy. It’s just three long ‘“Mooo-es!”
like a sick cow, but we pack it full
of insults. Well, we let them have
it twice. And boy, they got even!
They halted their band right in
front of a tunnel through the sta-
dium. Then they struck up “Sheri-
ton in the Dust” again and started
to march. Behind them—it must
have formed in the tunnel-—came a
solid phalanx, There must have been
fifty in it, all giants. They carried—
the Sheriton wildeat. His ‘big oak
mounting board was
tached chains; the chains were fas-
tened about the waists of those Ash-
ford huskies. Te
Why didn’t Sheriton rush 'em? In
the first place, our gang was in the
section clear across the field, and
long before they could get across the
Ashford rooters—and there were
two of them to our one—would mass
in front of the wildcat. Oh, we hadn't
a chance in the world.
Ashford marched our wildcat back
and forth a time or two, then cet
him on a stand over an aisle. ¥.s-
pecially prepared, that stand was—
conspicuous, yet with three or four
rows of husky Ashfordites hetween
the wildcat and the field. It was
darned humiliating.
Pretty soon the rodeo started. Tae
Ashford yell king announced that
the fiercest mustangs ever raised on
barbed wire and dynamite, th: wm-
ner to be proclaimed chainvi)n of
the school.
Then they led in the horses, and a
disappointing lot they wsara. All
looked pretty peaceable, especialiy
old Astronomy. He just limped along
nibbling unconcernedly at his alter
rope, and not seeming to notice the
crowd at all.
Well, the other four horses weren't
much. They did kick around a bit—
enough to transplant the fresaman
and junior champions from ineir sad-
dles to the green grass. The sopho-
more and senior champs, however,
stuck on their horses for ten min-
utes. As neither one was thrown,
the committee got together and
awarded the decision to the scpno-
more. He was a cocky, strutting sort
cof chap. I'll bet if I was a horse I'd
of fixed him. On the whole, it
wasn't a very exciting rodeo; even
! Ashford was a bit disappointed.
| Then out marched Red Barett.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he shout-'
{ed through his megaphone, ‘“Shari-
ton, not Ashford, has the intercolleg-
| iate broncho busting champion of the
world.. Mr. Tom Gilligan, the pre-
mier cayuse tamer of Cochise Coun-
! ty, Arizona, is with us this afternoon
"and will be delighted to show the
| Ashford champion how to ride. La-
i dies and gentlemen, I thank you!”
You can imagine what that speech
did to the crowd.
"and catcalled; Sheriton, not sure just
what it was all about, raised a
| mighty bedlam and cheered Red and
: Long Tom.
| Ten thousand people laughed when
| Tom crossed the field—he still moved
{with that comical sort of sidle. I
prayed that he wouldn't lose his
nerve.
Long Tom and the Ashford chap
conferred. Evidently they decided
| the home man would ride first. And
as the other four horses had done
their bit, a hostler led out old As-
tronomy. Perhaps Long Tom had
fixed it up; I don’t know.
The Ashford chap burst out laugh-
ing as he strutted toward Astrono-
my. And, in truth, Astronomy dvd
look more like an old lady’s pet than
a bucking broncho.
Meanwhile the Ashford baseball
team was practicing—scooping up
grounders with pretty confidence,
whanging the ball to every corner of
the field, making long throws with
speed and uncanny accuracy. It
looked bad for Sheriton.
The coolest individual in ‘he wiole
stadium was Astronomy hinuself. He
was unmoved by all the excitement.
He didn’t object to a saddle like the
other horses had done. The hostlers
didn’t even bother to blindfold him.
But when the Ashfordite climbed on
his back— boy, you should have seen
that horse!
First he reared on his hind legs,
and waltzed around a bit. Sort of
got the lay of the land, as you might
say. Then he shifted gears, put his
nose to the ground, and came as
near to standing on his front legs
as I imagine a horse can get
Wel', the gentleman from ashford
barely saved himself; he realized
right away that he was riding some-
thing dangerous.
For five minutes Astronomy kept
the crowd gasping. He tried every-
thing that a wild horse does, plus a
few civilized tricks of his "wn. He
scraped the rider against the corral
fence, jolted him, treated him to
short, vicious dashes and quick stops
that nearly sent him soaring— jerked
him and jostled him with terrific
lunges and racking, sidewise leaps.
Well, suddenly Astronomy decided
he’d given everybody his money's
worth. He jumped straight up so
high that it looked as though his
feet cleared the level of the corral,
He came down stiff legged and his
rider sort of bounced up. That, ap-
parently, was what Astronomy
wanted. As the cocky soph got to
the top of his bounce Astroncmy
seemed to jump backward, then
hoisted violently with his hind legs.
The Ashfordite sailed over Astron-
omy’'s head like an arrow from a
bow. And Astronomy strolled calm-
ly, modestly, back to his place in the
corner.
The Ashford chap had no broken
bones, but he was pretty well shak-
en up. He was in no shape for an-
other whirl at Astronomy. They
had to swing back a section of the
fence because he couldn’t climb over.
Long Tom's exhibition was a mar-
vel. He rode the first four horses
one after the other—laughed at their
tricks, encouraged them to try ev-
erything, let everybody see he was
the boss. Long before he climbed on
Astronomy the popular verdict was
his. And the Sheriton stand was one
cheering, yelling mass of triumph.
You could have heard a pin drop,
though, when Long Tom approached
Astronomy, patted his nose, and did
a regular Bill Hart into the saddle.
Astronomy reared up, then seem-
ed to realize that he’d felt those legs
before. He pirouetted a bit, lifted his
head and kicked up as though he was
pleased over something. Then he be-
gan to show off.
He sidled over to the gatekeeper
and put up oneleg coyly, asif to
shake hands. As the gatekeeper back-
ed away Astronomy followed, hob-
bling along comically on three legs.
And when the gatekeeper finally
leaped the corral fence Astronomy
shook his head disappointedly.
By this time the Ashford stands
swathed with
‘heavy wires; to these wires were at-’
Ashford jeered
smelled a mouse. Something was
wrong. A wild horse doesn’t tame
down in a minute. So when As-
tronomy reared.up, placed his front
feet on the top rail of the corral, and
stood motionless, head up like a per-
forming horse in a circus, the storm
broke. There was an ominous roar
from the stands, fifteen or twenty
thousand Ashford students made a
rush for the corral.
Long Tom dug his heels in Astron-
omy’s flanks. Astronomy wheeled,
caught his stride, and soared over
that six-foot fence as a bird soars
over a treetop.
Long Tom snatched something
from around his waist —it was a
light rope. Swiftly he uncoiled it,
and as he galloped toward the open
end of the stadium he swung it
round and round his head. All Sher-
iton was shouting for him to get
away.
Of a sudden he swerved toward
the astonished Ashford stand, swerv-
ed until he reached the running track
at the very rim of it. Then, with a
jerk, he released the rope. Uncoil-
ing, that rope floated up and over
the heads of the Ashford rooters,
and the slipknot at its end settled
around the Sheriton wildcat.
If there was any resistance you
couldn’t notice it; for Astronomy
kept right on going. Those Ashford
chains were still attached, yes—but
to the base, not to the wildcat. The
base stayed right where it was, but
the wildcat, without pausing to ask
questions, made one flying leap over
the heads of the crowd and down to
the ground,
Then the whole Ashford team
rushed at the flying pair, and for a
moment it looked as though they
were caught. But Astronomy’s train-
ing on the western plains won out—
he kicked his way so carefully that
nobody got within ten yards of him.
Our last glimpse of the fugitives
, revealed Astronomy far in the lead;
Long Tom reeling in the
wildcat; and the whole Ashford base-
ball squad in hot pursuit.
i Within five minutes there wasn’t
a person left in that stadium. Ev. |
ery Ashfordite wanted to catch Long
| Tom; every Sheriton man wanted to
{ help him escape. And the rest of the
crowd simply wanted excitement.
began to trickle back, one by one,
but for the life of them they couldn’t
i muster a quorum. And they couldn't
find the umpire either. So, at 4
| o'clock, the Ashford captain and I
adjourned the game—sine die.
Excitement was white hot. All we
talked about, at Sheriton, was Long
Tom. We knew that Ashford was
| patroling every road; it seemed un-
i likely that even a wonder horse like
| Astronomy could run that gauntlet.
By noon of the third day we
mourned the wildcat as lost. After
lunch Red and I sat on his front
porch, and for a half hour neither of
us said a word. Finally Red looked
up hopefully.
“Astronomy is the fastest animal,”
he ventured.
“So is an Ashford automobile,” I
snapped, and-Reéd shut up,
i And then, in the vacant lot next
door, we heard a low whinny. There
was Astronomy, and the gangling
youth dismounting from: his back
i was no other than Long Tom. But—
no wildcat. Our hearts sank as we
leaped the fence.
“Where’'ve you been these last
three days?” demanded Red.
“Mostly in Ashford,” said Long
Tom.
“How’d you escape the Ashford
patrol 2”
“Didn't use the road,” grinned
Long Tom. “Cut across country.
You saw Astronomy leap that corral
fence, didn’t you? Jumping fenc :s
is the best thing Astronomy does.’
get back?” I asked. ®
“Waited till some of the excite-
ment blew over. Hid the horse in an
old building and didn’t start till last
night.”
“But you lost the wildcat,” groan-
ed Red.
“Did I?” drawled Long Tom. He
reached under his saddle blanket and
drew out a shapeless something. It
looked like—by George it was—a
wildcat skin.
“I didn’t want him to be conspic-
uous,” he explained, “so I took the
stuffings out of him, He didn’t ob-
ject; I guess he knew what I was
doing it for.”
And that was how Long Tom Glli-
gan became a Sheriton baseball hero.
—From the Reformatory Record.
MANY TREES ARE STARVED
BY UNFAVORABLE SEASON.
Millions of trees in country, town
and city are facing starvation and
premature death as a result of the
unusual weather conditions which
prevailed during the past eight
months in many sections of the
country, according to Martin Davey,
well known tree expert.
“Trees manufacture their food in
their leaves,” Davey said. “It is a
slow process and months are re-
quired to produce enough food to
keep the tree healthy throughout
the year.
“Last spring was unusualy cold
and the leaves were about a month
late in coming out. The food manu-
facturing process was retarded. Then
came the drought—there was no
rain to speak of in many sections
for over two months. Without wa-
ter, the minerals from the soil and
nitrogen from the air could not be
converted into foods vital for plant
life.
“Because of the drought, the leav-
es withered and fell last fall much
earlier than usual.
“As a net result of the late
spring, the drought, and the early
falling of the leaves, the trees were
able to store up only a fraction of
the food required. Their vitality
has been lowered; many have been
so weakened that it is doubtful
whether they can pull through the
coming summer.”
The effects of the bad season can
be counteracted by properly fertili-
zing the trees. This should be done
as soon as the ground thaws in the
spring.
rescueq |
Well, by and by the Ashford team |
“Why did it take you so long to |
BY BUS IS THE SAFEST
ti WAY TO TRAVEL,
During - 1828, -eight States and the
District of Columbia cldssified their
motor vehicle accidents according
to the type of vehicle involved.
Taking into account both fatal ana
non-fatal accidents, the busses were
found to be nearly seven times as
safe as private cars. The danger of
fatal accidents was shown to be four
times as great in a private car asin
a bus.
There are many reasons for this
supremacy. In 45 States through
certificates of convenience and neces-
sity, which may be withdrawn for
disregard of highway regulations,
the busses are rigidly controlled;
there is State supervision of drivers,
who may be prohibited from driv-
ing common carrier vehicles for of-
fences against highway laws. The fact
that the accident record of an op-
erator is the basis of determination
of the premium he shall pay on in-
surance is another factor.
For these reasons, and because
one accident can destroy his most
valuable asset, the good will which
it has taken much effort to ac-
quire, operators maintain schools in
which the applicant for a position as
, driver must undergo rigid and dis-
‘ciplinary training in the technique
of handling a bus on a highway
crowded with other vehicles. At-
tractive bonuses are provided for
operators who maintain a high
' safety record.
Other reasons which are factors
(in the efforts for safety are these:
‘accidents mean repair costs; they
add to the depreciation of an ex-
{ pensive vehicle; they mar the ap-
; pearance, the beauty of which is a
i factor in attracting customers; and
i they interfere with the schedule
, which the operator has ed
j himself to maintain.
i ——— lets —
| Jimmy-—“Rising nicely, ain
i Ma?” ao
| Mother—“Jimmy! What on earth
have you been doing to Fido?”
Jimmy—“He’s just e’'t three yeast
cakes and drank a pan of sour
milk.”
POLITICAL ANNOUNCEMENTS
FOR CONGRESS
We are authorized to announce the
name of CHARLES P. LONG, Spring
Mills, Centre county, as a candidate for
the nomination for CONGRESS on the
Republican ticket at the May Primaries,
Tuesday, May 20th. He respectfully ap-
peals to the Republicans of the Twenty-
third congressional district, Centre,
Clearfield, Cameron and M'Kean coun-
ties, for their support and influence.
P. O. Address, Spring Mills, Pa.
FOR STATE SENATOR
We are authorized to announce the
name of Harry B. Scott, of Philipsburg,
Pa., as a candidate for the nomination
for State Senator, representing the Thir
ty-Fourth District, comprising Clearfield
and Centre counties, at the Primary Elec
tion to be held on Tuesday, May 20th,
1930, subject to the rules governing the
Republican party.
FOR STATE COMMITTEEMAN
We are authorized to announce the
name of Harry B. Scott of Philipsburg,
Penna., as a candidate for the election
1 for State Committeeman representing Cen-
tre county, at the Primary ion to be
held Tuesday, May 20th, 1930, subject to
the rules governing the Republican party.
We are authorized to announce the
candidacy of James H. Huge of Philips-
{ burg, Pa., as the Centre unt - Momber
of the Republican State Committee, ‘sub-
ject to rules and regulations of the Pri-~
mary Election to be held May 20, 1930.
CHAIRMAN COUNTY COMMITTEE
! We are authorized to announce the
name of Phil. D. Foster, of State College,
| Pa as a candidate for County Chairman
{ of the Republican party in Centre Coun-
| ty, Pa., subject to the decision of the
| voters of the party as expressed at the
| primary to be held on May 20th, 1930.
|
| NEW ADVERTISEMENTS
| — a —— — ——
OTICE.—In the Court of Common
Pleas of Centre County No. May
Term, 1930. Notice is hereby given
that application will be made to the above
{ Court on Saturday, March 15, 1930, at 11
o'clock A. M., under the ‘Corporation
Act of 1874,” of the Commonwealth of
Pennsylvania, and its supplements there-
to, for the charter of an intended corpo-
ration, to be called the, ‘VOLUNTEER
FIREMENS RELIEF ASSOCIATION OF
RUSH TOWNSHIP, the charter and c¢b-
ject of which is to furnish financial relief
to such of its members, who are injured
while voluntarily fighting fire, by furnish-
inp them periodic financial benefit for dis-
ability so sustained, and to make pay-
ment to the dependents of a member kill-
ed while voluntarily fighting fire; such
payments to be determined b
aws of the corporation,
and enjoy all the rights, bene
privileges of the said Act of
and its supplements. Proposed
is now on file in Prothonotary’s
EDWARD J. THOMPSON, Si
75-8-3t
DMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE—Letters
A of administration on the estate of
Anna T. McLaughlin, late of the
borough of Bellefonte, county of Centre
and State of Pennsylvania, deceased
having been granted to the undersigned
all persons knowing th lves indebt
to said estate are hereby notified to make
immediate payment of such indebtedness
and those having claims will present
them, properly authenticated, for settle-
ment.
J. M. CUNNINGHAM
75-4-6t Administrator.
XECUTORS NOTICE.—Letters testa-
mentary having been granted to the
undersigned on the estate of Min-
erva Tate, late of the township of Spring,
county of Centre and State of Pennsyl-
vania, deceased, all persons knowing
themselves indebted to said estate are
directed to make payment of such indebt-
edness and those having claims should
present them, properly authenticated, for
payment.
SCOTT TATE
ALIVA HENDERSHOT
Executors of Minerva Tate, Dec’d..
Bellefonte, R. F. D., Pa.
William Groh Runkle, Atty.,
Bellefonte, Pa. 76-8-6t
3 XECUTOR'S NOTICE.—The under-
signed executrix of the estate of
Charles C. Cochran, late of State College
borough, Centre county, Pa., hereby noti-
fies all persons having claims against said
estate to present them, J operly authen-
ticated, for payment, and those knowing
themselves - indebted thereto are notified
to make immediate settlement of such
indebtedness.
MRS. MARY E. COCHRAN
W. Harrison Walker, Atty. Executrix
Bellefonte, Pa. State College, Fa
-7-6t
XECUTOR’S NOTICE.—Letters testa-
mentary upon the estate of
Margaret Louise McManus, late of
Bellefonte borough,, deceased, havin
been granted to the undersigned, al
persons knowing themselves indebted to
said estate are requested to make prompt
payment, and those having claims
against the same must resent them,
duly authenticated, for settlement.
THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK
BELLEFONTE, PA.
James C. Furst, Atty. Executor
76-7-6t.