Bellefonte, Pa., August 29, 1980.
FAR AWAY FROM FLANDERS
~ FIELD.
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
Beneath the crosses, row on row,
Where comrades lie.
Now far away from Flanders Fields
On iron beds, in chairs with wheels,
We fight or die.
We are the wounded. Twelve years ago
By gas or shell we were laid low
On distant shores.
And then a new fight we began—
A fight ’gainst unseen foes of man
In countless scores.
Keep up our fight ’gainst all that's base.
‘And make this world a better place
In which to live. !
If ye break faith with us who fell,
Ye spurn the life which we, when well,
Did seek to give.
ONE NIGHT FOR LOVE.
Mr. Homer Newell never intended
to put over a fast one. It wasn’t
in him in the first place. And an-
other thing, his long experience with
his wife, Sophie, had convinced him
that his best course was to be an
open book. A book with big type
and wide margins. But circumstan-
ces—and certain inhibitions contriv.
ed—well, it happened like this.
One afternoon, it was like any
other afternoon in the well-ordered
offices of the Cuddy Jute Company,
Mrs. Jasper Cuddy, wife of the
boss came in, Mrs. Cuddy was one
of those persons who do things. A
vibrating, purposeful lady!
She opened the door to Mr. New-
ell's little office (he was assistant
treasurer) and came in. She start-
ed to speak and the fixed smile left
her face. She stared at him in sud-
den astonishment.
“Mister Newell!” she whispered,
dramatically. ‘Mister Newell! You
are just the type—just the—oh, my
word!” ;
Mr. Newell thought of aspirin, cold
water—calling for help.
But Mrs. Cuddy sat down sudden-
ly and began to speak. “Mr. New-
ell, let me explain. You—you
startled me so—with your astound-
ing resemblance to Count Ivan Ivan-
ovitch—"
“What!” gasped the startled Mr.
Newell.
“Oh, dear! I'm putting every-
thing so badly—but you see, I've
been at my wits’ ends in regard to
a play I am putting on. And one
role, that of Ivan Ivanovitch, has
been the thorn in my side. You,
Mr. Newell, are the exact picture of
what I visualize him to be. And
that is why—well, tell me, Mr. New-
ell, have you appeared in amateur
theatricals ?”
“Who? Me!” stammered the poor
man..
Mrs. Cuddy laughed deliciously.
“I am putting things in such an
absurd way. But, really, have you
ever acted?”
“Hum. Well, I was an end man
once in the Odd Fellows Minstrels,
if that—"
Mrs. Cuddy nodded. “I don’t care.
You are a born actor. I can tell it
by your features and manner—and
everything. Now let me explain.
We are putting on this Russian play.
And by ‘we’ I mean the Old Barn
Art Players.”
“Well, what—"
“We have been unable to find an
actor suitable for this part of Count
Ivan—and I just know that you are
that actor! I must have you for
the part. I—"
~ “But Mrs. Cuddy, I'm no actor!
Honest!”
_ “I know better! AndIwon't take
no for an answer. I shall expect
you tonight for rehearsal at 7:30
sharp. It's the Old Barn Art Play-
house on Swallow Street on the Hill.
You can’t miss it. See you at 7:30.
“Bye.”
And she floated out.
What a business! Mr. Newell got
up and paced the fioor.
he do? She was the boss’ wife—
and you couldn't turn down a re-
But how about Sophie, his own wife!
What would she say? And, dam it,
he wasn't any actor anyway.
After a miserable hour or so he
decided to call up Sophie. “H'lo,
That you, Sophie? This is me. No,
I'm not sick. I'm here in the office.
I just wanted to tell you that1l
won’t be home until late. Gotta work
on the books—gotta lot of work to
do. Yeah. I know—but duty first
See you later. 'Bye.”
However, after dinner he found
himself setting out for the Old Barn
Art Playhouse. Finally he noted a
badly-lighted lantern on a huge.
gloomy brick building, and on the
lantern was the legend, “Old Barn
Art Playhouse.”
And sure enough, inside it was a
theater, with rough benches and a
wee stage at one end. Two or
three groups of people were chatting,
and suddenly Mrs. Cuddy came rush-
ing to him.
These folks looked funny to him,
Maybe he imagined it, but they sure
look funny—“Arty,” or something.
There was a lady who almost took
his breath away, she was
looking—and beautiful. She gazed at
him through half-closed lids—and he
felt that behind those bedaubed
shutters there was smoldering fire.
She was a Mrs. Stallin,
a divorcee, and was very wealthy.
The Director, a lady with a face
mixed with determination, infinite
patience and many summers,
tapping a folded manuscript on a
chair. “Now, dear people,” she said,
“we're all here. Clear the stage,
please.”
Mr. Newell shuddered. Sounded ike |
the kick.off to a football game. He
watched the strange proceedings. |
Hum, It wasn’t much but saying
lines over and over again, standing
here, now there.
They. were all released at 10:30
by. the Director. “Not so bad,” she
‘Yor a first attempt.
What could
SO queer ,
she was’
was
everybody here tomorrow night at
the same hour. Thank you all.”
It was a very troubled Mr. Newell
who again tramped up the hill that
night. He found himsglf looking at
Mrs. Stallin, who was Supposed lo
vamp him to crisp in tonight's scene.
She sure was a peach, now. Gowned
in a wonderful breath taking ees.
tion of lip-stick red that fitted
the cover on an
Mr. Newell was supposed in this
scene to be reclining on a bench,
somewhat stupefied from a vodka
jag. He took his place, closed his
eyes and tried to ignore the beating
of his heart, In a minute now he
would be kissed by a strange and
beautiful woman.. Hum! It wouldn't
be long now! He could hear the
rustle of silk—she was sneaking up
on him.
“Ivan—my darling, my dear one!”
she cried—and ‘flung herself upon
him. She smothered him with kisses.
It was awful.
He tottered off the stage. What
a night! What a business!
There was no doubt, as the days
rolled on, that Mr. Newell was be-
ginning to get jumpy under the
strain of leading this sort of—er—
double life. The Sunday before the
night of nights (which was a Tues-
day) found him ina state bordering
on kicking the cat.
Mr. Newell was used to meeting
strange young men about the house,
see he had two very attractive
daughters. But he did not remember
ever having seen anything like this
Mr. Haden Brigham.
Peg was aglow, “Dad, you know
Mr. Brigham is an investigator. You
know, one of them like Sherlock
Holmes.”
Mr. Newell shuddered.
“Try Dad,” went on Peg, full of
enthusiasm. “Show how you can de-
duce things from people's looks.”
“Surely some things are obvious
about our friend,” began the detec-
tive. “That Be is a Mason, a busi-
ness man, right-handed, shaves him-
self, and loves to read poetry is
plainly evident.”
“Hear! Hear! cried Peg.
Suddenly Mr. Brigham bent across
the table, peered fixedly at Mr. New-
ell’s ear. Then he whipped out a
magnifying glass.
“Pardon me,” he said, removing
something from the interesting ear
semed to gloat. “Ladies and gentle-
men, behold! A bit of none other
that a Marie Amntoinete lipstick!”
“Lipstick!” they chorused.
Ma looked at Pa puzzled. Only
Nan, his other daughter, ventured a
peculiar smile, Then Sophie found
her voice.
“But what is it doing on Pa’s
ear?”
Mr. Brigham cleared: his throat.
Mr. Newell could have shot him with
pleasure, preferably witha double.
barreled shotgun.
“Oh, I know,” piped up Nan. You
stepped out with the wrong foot
this time, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I
remember giving a slight peck of
affection on my Dad's ear this
morning. Even modern daughters
kiss their dads sometimes, So—
that's that!”
Mr. Newell looked at this ever-de-
pendable daughter of his in heartfelt
gratitude. God bless her!
After. this, somehow, the pastime
of deduction petered out. Dinner
over, Mr. Newell left for a walk.
His idea was to pace the wild moor,
if he could find one,
About an hour later, Mrs. Newell
stuck her head into the music room
The
{ with Mr. Brigham—in private.
went
two, leaving the surprised Peg,
out into the rose garden.
“Young man,” announced Mrs.
i Newell. “You may consider me a
—a client. Now, just how do you
think that lipstick got where it did?
That's what I want you to find out.”
Tuesday night certainly was a
night of nights. Over the Newell
dining table a little council of war
. was being held. There was a vacant
| chair—Dad’s—but Mr. Brigham sup-
plied the masculine element.
He stated his case in evident em-
“I have trailed Mr.
| bar:assment.
| Newell— at your request,
not work at the office
He goes to a place gilled
It is
| ell does
' nights.
| the Old Barn Art Playhouse.
a little theater, so called.”
“Theater!’ echoed Mrs. Newell,
staggered.
| “Yes. I located it—followed Mr.
| Newell, saw him enter.”
| “Yes, yes, Go on.”
i “Well, Mr. Newell came out—with
a woman—a very beautiful, richly
| dressed” —
i “WOMAN!”
“A WOMAN!"
. “Yes. They got into a car—and
the woman drove away.”
' Mrs. Newell stood up, a woman of
purpose now. “Get your things,
| girls,” she snapped. ‘Nan, you can
drive that car of your father’s.
We'll go in town at once and trail
cried Mrs. Newell.
this—this—snake—this libertine—
this""—
“Oh, Mrs. Newell!” protested Mr.
Brigham. !
i “Youre coming, too,” cried Mrs.
Newell. “There will be a reckoning
I'll trail them to their—love nest—
— :
Seeing the Old Barn has but one
night. its first nights are of some
importance. Crude and rough the
architecture may be, but its clientele
is not only gorgeous, but aristo-
cratic. Therefore it was with some
shock that the stalking party viewed
the line of imposing cars which
littered the vicinity,
The play was already on when the
little group found seats at the rear
| of the theater. It was well that
{ Mrs. Newell had herself well in hand.
| “For—in spite of grease paint ana
a’ highly decorative Russian costume
i —that man sitting ‘at a ‘table on the
stage was Homer ‘Newell, jute mer-
chant and viper.
“My God, Ma!” hoarsely whisper.
ed Nan. “That —that’s Pa—up there
on the stage!”
The play went on. Gloriously.
The Old Barn was witnessing another
with the blade of his knife. He
studied the particle, sniffed at it.
Then smiled knowingly.
“Ahem. Most interesting,” he |
; and allowed she would like a word |
Er—I
quest from that source. No, indeed. ' may say, at the start, that Mr, New- |
triumph. And Homer Newell, real-
izing that his premiere and swan
song were all alone one and the
| same, was putting all he had into his
| And the vamping scene? Well, the
| brand of love that man turned on
was an epic!
It was the custom at the Ola
Barn performances for the cast to
come out front and le with the
crowd, who liked to meet the artists.
Mrs. Cuddy grabbed Mr. Newell and
,Tlished him out into the glittering
mob.
The wondering Mr, Newell found
himself being effusively greeted by
men he'd read about, but never
thought he’d meet. They were warm
in their praise. :
Tell me, Mr. Newell,” smiled one
multi-millionaire. “Tell me, were
those stage kisses? My eyes aren't
what they once were.”
Mr. Newell allowed his eyes to
search the weather-beaten rafters ot
the old barn, reminiscently. “Those
—1I hope to tell you,” he said,” were
the real thing!” /
And then his eyes happened to
wander across the shoulder of some-
body—to rest on Sophie and the
girls!
Mechanically he moved over to
them.
It was Nan who broke the
pense.
“You gorgeous old deceiver!”
cried “Why did you do
secrecy?”
Mr. Newell's eyes searched his
Sophie’s and then turend back to
Nan.
“Well, I was roped into it by Mrs.
Cuddy. I just couldn't get out.
Darn it, you can’t turn down the
boss’ wife—and she insisted I play
this—this Russian Count,”
Ma, looked at him as if he had
been a stranger. “And this is what
: you've been doing nights? All these
nights ?” :
| %“Stire. Rehearsing. You have no
idea how much rehearsing one of
these plays takes. It's terrible”—
“Rehearsing ?” said Sophie—and
her eyes looked a terrible question.
“So you had to rehearse a lot—all
those scenes—that one of yan and
that woman”—
sus-
she
it? Why the
Mr. Newell laughed. “Oh, that.
Ha. ha!
“Yes Homer. That!”
“Where did you sit at the perform-
ance? he asked, nonchalantly.
“Got here late,” said Nan.
had to sit in the last row.”
“Well, of course, that explains it.
If you'd been sitting down front”—
“Well, what?” asked Ma,
“Well, if you'd ben sitting down
front, you'd have seen that those—
er—kisses were nothing but stage
kisses. A good inch of atmosphere
‘ ‘We
(Copyright, 1930 by Every Week
Magazine.)
STATE GAME WARDENS
TELL SNAKE STORIES.
“On June 30, while two sportsmen
and I were fishing at Chichola Lake
we saw a. creature in the weeds
along the lake which we thought
was a skunk, but later identified i©
as a house cat. Not having any-
thing with which to kill the cat, we
watched to see what she was at-
ter. All of a sudden she leaped into
the weeds. We went to investigate
and saw a watersnake about three
feet long, which the cat had killed.
“Tabby” took the snake home for
her small kittens. The owner told
us that the cat gets watersnakes
regularly.”—Deputy Mike A. Scholtis,
Cemeton, Pa,
| “‘While cutting wheat recently I
{came across a flock of fifteen baby
‘ringnecks and just about ten feet
away lay a five-foot blacksnake. The
| mother ringneck was between the
‘snake and the peeps and the cock
i bird was about five feet behind the
‘snake. The snake was pretty busy
after it saw me and didn't know
which way to go. I secureda stick
and killed it. While coming around
the field again I heard a commo-
tion among the birds and found
‘that the parents had captured a
; three-foot garter snake. It was
{about dead and was very much pick-
{ed about the head and one eye was
gone, I finished it.”—Deputy Jacol
R. Smith, Upper Black Eddy.
“I will have to tell you about
‘my friend and the blacksnake. As
'I am part Irish, I have no time for
i snakes. Not so long ago I killed a
large blacksnake and my friend
' caught one alive. He thought it was
awful of me to kill a blacksnake,
so ‘he put his in a box and placed a
lid on ‘it. In about two days his
blacksnake was gone. It loosened
| the lid some way and escaped, but
'it left eleven quail eggs in the box
which we broke open and found a
young quail in each egg. The snake
had to eject the quail eggs to per.
mit its forcing its way out of the
box.” —Deputy protector Harry
: Moore, Twin Rocks, Pa.
“While walking through an apple
orchard recently I hearda commo-
tion among the robins. I made an
investigation and saw a large black-
i snake about five feet long, wound
| around the limbs of one of the trees.
1 Upon looking closer I saw it was
: after the young robins. I called the
orchardist, who was picking apples
some distance away, whereupon he
secured his ladder and a club
and killed the snake. Some parts of
its body were as thick as my arm.
After it was dead we ripped open
the body and found five young
robins which the snake had killed. If
I had not come upon the scene it
would have killed the remaining
have seen 'a snake attack a bird's
nest.”—Deputy C. F, Fenstermaker,
Reading, Pa.
WORK UNDER WAY
The new construction authorized
by the last Legislature for Mont
Alto Sanatorium is now under way.
It will involve the erection of two
forty bed pavilion type units which
will have 'first“and second floor ‘ac-
commodations, The cost of this con-
struction will be $258,754.
jag was beautiful. Rocki
between the lady’s face and mine.— |
birds. The adult birds would dart
and fly at the ‘snake and try to
fight it. ‘That was the first time I’
WESTWARD, HO!
By permission of the author below are
presented tales of travel through north-
western United States and th Canadisu
es
e
by Dr. Ambrose M. Schmi
They ate reprinted from ae CRetoriied
Church Messenger” on w ublication
Dr. Schmidt is assistant to vs editor.
The stories are descriptive of a tri
which Dr. Schmidt has just roy
from and will doubtless prove
interesting to Watchman aes Ppoeially
he is so well known to many of them.
The call of the wild; the snow-
peaked mountains and the wide roll-
ing prairies; the glistening glaciers
and the tumbling water-falls, togeth-
er with a multitude of other voices
of nature were calling to us in one
harmonious chorus. What else could
we do but yield to the invitation
‘and go where East ceases to be the
East and where West is altogether
the West. And so it came to
that Saturday morning, July 12th,
found us in Chicago. Our special train
. would not leave before night and we
had the day as our own. Thanks te
the advice of a friend we used the
, double-decker busses and had a most
‘satisfactory sight-seeing trip through
,the city and along the Lake Front
for a minimum cost. The distance
(from the end of the bus line on the
North to its end beyond Jackson
| Park on the South, is about 35 miles,
This entire distance was covered at
a cost of ten cents per person.
Four hours of delightful lake breezes,
together with many important build-
ings of Chicago, were enjoyed at a
cost of thirty cents each. The Palm
Olive new sky-line building with its
| ower, which will hold a powerful
! search-light that will be visible for
‘many miles, as well as “the biggest
building in the world,” a new ‘“Mer-
, chandising Mart,” were among the
, buildings that challenged our atten.
tion. i
In Jackson Park we saw the Art
Building that stood during the
| World's
struction. The broken remains of
one of the three “Christopher Co-
.lumbus ships,” shown at the same
, World's Fair, is still to be seen
moored in one of the lagoons. An-
other evening ride along the Lake
Shore Drive showed us thousands of
| auto cars crowding the road, while
along the Lake Front there were
thousands of bathers on the shore as
well as in the waters of Lake
Michigan. It was Chicago's hottest
day of the year, but the grateful and
refreshing breezes from Lake Michi-
gan tempered the heat waves and
made the day quite bearable.
At 10:30 P. M. Central Time or
12:30 Philadelphia daylight saving
time, our special train moved out
from Union Station, and we were
starting on our fortnight venture
into the Far West.
{ Sunday morning found us rolling
westward over the state of Iowa.
‘The good refreshing morning breezes
| tempered an otherwise hot day. Af-
{ter a good breakfast we had an in-
teresting study of the acres upon
acres of wheat fields, some with only
freshly made straw-stacks; others
with the wheat still standing in
shocks waiting to be threshed; and
still others partly plowed. Wheat
fields as far as the eye could reach,
and then matched with fields of
growing corn that spread out in
{spaces that could not be measured
with the eye, We crossed the Mis-
| souri river at a town named Platts-
mouth, about 500 miles west of Chi-
cago. At 10:25 A. M., we reached
| the city of Omaha, Nebraska. This
{is the largest city in the State, hav.
ing about 225.000 inhabitants. Next
to Chicago it has the largest meat
| packing plants in the U. S. About
seven million head of live stock are
handled here each year. We enjoyed
a two hour driye through and around
the city. Among the ovrominent
buildings were the Joslyn Memorial
Art Building erected at a cost of
$3,500,000, and the Ak-Sar-ben
(“Nebraska inverted,) a name given
to alarge colosseum, golf and booster
club. The city is rich in having 30
public parks, embracing 4,800 acres.
From Omaha we moved on to Ne-
braska’s capital city, Lincoln. Here
we spent more than two hours driv-
ing through the parks and other
places of interest. Lincoln has a
population of 80,000. It is famous
as the home of the late William
‘Jennings Bryan and of General
Pershing, and the place where Lind-
bergh first learned to fly, The state
capitol, two stories in height, is
a remarkable building—for it takes
(the form of a cross in a square,
with four interior courts—and is 437
feet long and wide. The height of
the imposing central tower is 400
feet. ‘Lincoln has also a great state
university as well as a number of
denominational colleges. The next
morning we were covering the north.
western section of Nebraska and
crossed into the southwestern end of
South Dakota. For some time we
had been in the land where the sage
brush abounds and where for hours
' very little else than barren plains, a
few cultivated acres with small
, houses as well as very small barns,
are to be seen. Many of the farm
implements found their place of
storage in the open fields. A few
jack-rabbits bobbed up and one
tried to follow our train. We are
now in the Black Hills country
traveling on “Mountain Time,” 2
hours later than Eastern Standard
Time. Our next stop will be at
Edgemont, S. D.
Our next stop is Edgemont, where
some of our party leave for the
Yellowstone tour. The plains spread
before us in interesting levels ex-
cept for occasional groups of the
' cottonwood tree, brush wood and the
, sage brush. The train has been fol-
lowing, crossing and recrossing the
old gold trail that ran from Dead-
i wood down to Sidney. A road that
was followed in by gone days
{by Buffalo Bill, Deadwood Dick,
{Billy Cody and other pioneers.
| Now the highway grows more mod-
{ ern. The roadbed is good. We catch
| sight of ‘such signboards as “2 miles
| to Newcastle, Wyoming's best flour”
—“Frigidaire Ice Cream.” Now we
pass the “Experimental Farm” of
Wyoming and at 2 P. M. reach
Sheridan, where we stop for a 25
mile drive f» the Bighorn mountains.
They are taking us into what is
on a regular schedule,
I
|
Fair of 1893 under recon. '
known -as the Dude Ranch country.
Sheridan has ten or twelve thousand
inhabitants. It is a good looking,
progressive town with a large beet-
sugar factory and we saw many
large fields of growing sugar beets.
The mountains seemed very near as
we looked across the country, but
the very clear atmosphere led us to
miscalculate distance.
The name Montana is Indian in
origin and means “Sun in the moun-
tain.” We saw a number of Indians
on the streets as we drove through
the town. Early that evening we
came to the Crow Agency and visit-
ed the Crow reservation as well as
Custer’s Battlefield where General
Custer and his 212 men were com-
pletely wiped out. The Sioux In-
dians in great numbers surrounded
Custer and his men and the places
Pass where they fell—many far distant
from the others—are marked with
marble stones. That night we reach
Billings, Montana, and stroll about
the city while our train waits fora
car of tourists thatone week earlier
left their party fora week in Alaska.
‘Before retiring we might take
time to look over our train. It is a
special under the direction of the
American Express Co. Mr, W. L.
McAvey. their representative, is in
charge of the train. He is not only
efficient in looking after the com-
forts of his party, but is anxious
that every detail shall be satisfac-
tory. We have four Pullman coaches,
one diner, one club car with barber,
shower bath, etc., one car for amuse-
ments, moving pictures and music,
and one observation car, The train,
though a special, has moved along
never be-
hind time.
(Continued Next Week)
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NEW LAW AID TO
MOTHER'S FUND
Definite advantages of the new
method of allocation of the Mother's
Assistance Fund authorized by an
act of the last Legislature have been
listed in a report of the fund to Mrs.
'E. S. H. McCauley, State Secretary
of Welfare, following one year of
operation under the new method.
The advantages as listed are:
i. No county is now allocated more
than the sum shown by the board
of trustees, from figures computed on
a uniform basis throughout the
State to be actually needed.
2. For this reason the County
Commissioners are not obliged to
match on paper more than the
amount required to adequately care
for the eligible families in the
county.
3. No county will need to turn
back into the State and county treas-
uries money which cannot be used
by the county to which it is allo-
cated and which cannot be turned
over for use by some’ other counties
to which irrespective of the sum set
aside for the allocation is inade-
quate. This is in unorganized counties.
4. The new method is thus in-
tended to equalize the distribution.
At the beginning of the year, some
counties had no waiting list and
were not spending all of their al-
locations; others had small waiting
lists or an allocation insufficient to
meet their needs; still others had
long waiting lists, in a few cases
almost approximately the active lists.
At the end of May this year, all
counties had waiting lists bearing a
more or less proportionate ratio to
the active lists. The present sys-
tem of gathering statistics, initiated
at the time the new method of al-
location went into effect, forms a
much more accurate basis of calcu-
lating the need than had previously
been possible. There is every rea-
son to believe that through its use
the possibility of discrepancy be-
tween actual need and allocation.
county by county, is being reduced
to a minimum.
MANY ASK FOR
SLOGAN TIRE COVERS.
Statewide telephone calls and tele-
grams are ar.iving in large numbers
at the Pittsburgh headquarters of
the Safety Council division of the
State Federation of Women’s Clubs
requesting auto tire covers bearing
a slogan on the safety campaign
being conducted by the federation.
The covers, on which is printed
in the federation colors “Protect Chil-
dren,” are being circulated through-
out Pennsylvania as the first step in
a campaign which is to become
national.
Mrs. D. Edwin Miller, who recent-
ly has been named a member of the
National Safety Committee of the
General Federation, is heading the
local campaign. >
A recent report issued by Benja-
min Eynon, Commissioner of Motor
Vehicles of the State of Pennsyl-
vania, says in part: “While one
fourth of the auto drivers in the State
are women motor accidents were
nine times greater among masculine
drivers. Statistics annually show a
greater minority of accidents among
feminine drivers.
The State Federation of Women’s
Clubs this week is sending out edu-
cational safety letters to officers of
all affiliated clubs.
MINT LEAVES A RELIEF
FOR IVY POISON.
Anglers, hunters and outdoor lovers
can find speedy relief from poison
ivy by applying the leaves of the
spearmint plant, according to W. T.
Hunt, editor and sportsman of West
Chester.
Mr. Hunt, who observed over a
period of years the effects of poison
ivy, has used spearmint leaves to
cure himself and elaims it is super-
ior to the majority of drug store
remedies.
“The leaves of the spearmint plant
are known to almost all who go in-
to the fields,” says Mr. Hunt.
“When the ivy poisoning appears or
ven after the blisters have formed,
he application of the juice by rub-
bing the parts with the spearmint
leaves will be found to relieve the
condition ‘at once, probably within
a few hours. I am unusually sus-
ceptible to the poisoning but find
spearmint is the real goods.”
{HEAT LAID TO TROPICAL
WIND BY WEATHER MAN
What is the cause of the recent
heat wave and drought?
The immediate answer that the
scientific student of the weather has
to offer is this:
The heat wave is due to the pe-
culiar distribution of the atmos-
pheric pressure over North America
and the adjacent Atlantic and Pacif-
ic oceans.
By that we mean that the south-
ern or near tropical sections of this
region of land and water have hada
predominant high pressure, while the
more northerly sections have had a
relatively low pressure.
Now, the currents of air flow from
the areas of high pressure to those
of low pressure. Hence there has
been an unbroken sequence of south-
erly winds, which mean hot winds,
blowing up north. Thus we have
been under tropical conditions.
Another paradox emerges here,
The low pressure state of the north-
ern reigons might sometimes be of
a character that brings on rain and
cold air. However, such a situation
does not exist at present.
Imean that the northern low pres-
sure has not been of the sort that
can produce a succession of extra-
tropical cyclones or storm centers. In
(Summer such storms centers result
{in rain and drawing down of colder
air, thus preventing droughts, and
causing frequent breaks in high tem-
peratures.
What is noteworthy in the present
juncture is the flatness of the heat
areas, from South to North, There
is no sharp contact between the hot
and the cold wind areas, and it is
such a contact that results in sum-
mer storms.
The heat wave and drought we
are passing through will be broken
up when there isa lowering of pres.
sure over the southern areas. Then
the wind drifts will be reversed from
southernly to northernly.
When that happens, normal sum-
mer rains will follow and cooler
weather.
There is no way to indicate when
such a welcome change might occur.
Considering the random nature of
the corelating circumstances, of
which the present situation is a
, West Indian hurricane or a deep ex.
tra-tropical cyclone over the north-
{ern sections, or some other distur-
bance of this kind would break the
flat pressure condition and restore
, normal conditions.
i So long as the present flat phase
continues, we cannot expect any
radical change.
Searching for remoter and more
| fundamental causes it is true that
sunspots’ activity, the tidal actions
‘upon the earth and such cosmic
; agencies affect the earth’s atmos-
i phere to some extent.
|” But what the specific results of
such causes may be is not at all
| definitely known.
At present, science is able to dis-
cern a causal relation between the
prevailing weather conditions and
the co-related facts of . atmospheric
pressure, heat, etc.
But any explanatory effort in
terms of what physical events might
lie behind pressure or temperature
manifestations is still a purely spec-
ulative adventure.—By James H.
Scarr.
SPEED DEMONS ALL SET
FOR LABOR DAY RACE
Twenty-one “big time” jockeys
started fighting on Wednesday for
a place among the 12 starters in
Al.oona’'s 200 mile Labor Day clas-
sic.
. Four teams, the largest number of
paired outfits to enter a local clas-
sic, are included in the line up of
aspirants for American Automobile
Association honors.
Billy Arnold, Altoona ang Indian-
apolis winner and a strong bidder
for this year’s three “A’ title, and
Lou Meyer, king of the realm in
1928 and 1929, known as the ‘team
of champions,” are paired under the
colors of Harry Hartz, title holder
of 1926.
The famous “Flaming Chariot” in
which Freddy. Wianni and Clyde
Terry rode to near death in the Flag
Day classic here when the car caught
fire after a gas line broke, will start
with a sister car. The duplicate of
the “Flaming Chariot,” both listed
as Bowes Seal Fast specials, was
built at Indianapolis and brought to
Altoona early this week. Schneider
will tool ' the “Flaming Chariot.”
while it is possible that Gordy Con-
don, Altoona, will wheel the second
Seal Fast.
Hughie Duesenberg has entered two
of his creations with “Deacon” Litz,
recognized as the fastest American
driver, and Bill Cummings, “Wild
Bill” of the dirt trail, driving. Litz
was heralded as the fastest living
American last year when he rode
the ill.fated Triplex on the sands of
Daytona Beach at 198 miles an hour
the day before Lee Bible wrecked
and was killed.
Milton Jones’ pair of Navy specials
will be tooled by Ned Kenealy and
probably Lou Moore. Both drive the
Navys in the Flag Day classic.
The keenest competition of and qual-
ification trials in the history of the
track is characterizing the prelimi-
naries. Since only 12 will be permit-
ted to start in the 200 mile classic,
it will be necessary tc eliminate nine
bidders before the starting flag is
flashed. The 12 fastest will com-
prise the starting lineup.
WARDENS TO WATCH
FOR DEER KILLERS
Recent prosecution of illegal deer
hunters in widely scattered sections
of the State has caused officers of
the Game Commission to issue the
annual warning to protectors earlier
than usual.
"Prosecution reports show that or.
dinarily the illegal deer hunters do
not become active until’ the approach
of fall, but several instances of il-
legal hunting already have been re.
ported.
Game protectors are under orders
to pay special attention to those
who use artificial light to kill deer.