THE CENTRE REPORTER, CENTRE HALL, PA.
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Shoes Must Have Air.—Do not
keep your shoes in the boxes in
which they were delivered. Shoes
require air to preserve them and
they should never be kept in an
air-tight box. Keep ther in a shoe
bag.
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A Parning Ball.—A discarded
electric light bulb makes a good
darning ball.
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Inexpensive Stew.—Chop two
onions and a large carrot finely,
and cut a pound of neck lamb into
small pieces. Put into a sauce-
pan with one cup macaroni brok-
en into small lengths, cover with
warm water and season. Let it
simmer gently for one and a half
hours.
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Removing Blueing Spots.—Blue-
ing spots on white clothing can be
removed by boiling in clear water.
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Serving Omelets. — Omelets
should be placed on hot platters to
keep them from falling.
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Save Table Surface.—If you will
place a folded cloth under a dish
which contains foods to be beaten
you'll find the table surface will be
saved many marks and the dish
will be kept steady.
Yes,
Constipation
Is Serious
But It Can't
Poison You!
Say Doctors
Modern doctors now say that the old idea of
poisons getting into your blood from consti-
pation is BUNK. They claim that constipe~
tion swells up the bowels causing on
nerves in the digestive tract, his nerve
pressure is what causes frequent biliows
spells, dizziness, headaches, upset stomach
ull, tired-out feeling, sleepless nights, coated
tongue, bad taste and loss of appetite.
Don’t suffer hours or even days longer than
oecessary. You must GET THAT PRES.
SURE OFF THE NERVES TO GET
RELIEF. Flush the intestinal system, When
offending wastes are gone the Pr return
to normal size and nerve pressure STOPS. Al
most at once you feel marvelously refreshed,
blues vanish, and life looks bright again,
That is why e0 many doctors are now ine
sisting on gentle but QUICK ACTION. That
is why YOU should insist on Adlerika. This
efficient intestinal evacuant contains SEVEN
carminative and cathartic ingredients.
Adlerika acts on the stomach as well as the
entire intestinal tract. Adlerika relieves
stomach GAS at once and often removes
bowel congestion in hall am hour. No
violent action, no after effects, just quicA
results, Recommended by many
and druggists for 35 years.
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Hatred is self-punishment.—Ho-
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It buys space and circulation
plus the favorable consideration
of our readers for this newspaper
and its advertising patrons.
Let Us Tell You More About It
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about:
Species of Candidates.
ANTA MONICA, CALIF.—It
takes all kinds of candidates
to make up this world. Maybe
that's why the world seems so
overcrowded,
There's the candidate who belongs
to all the secret orders; if he left
off his emblems,
he'd catch cold;
knows every grand
hailing sign there is;
hasn't missed a
lodge brother's fu-
neral in years; can
hardly wait for the
next one to die. No
campaign complete
without him.
Candidate special-
izing in the hearty
handshake, the neck-
embrace, the shoul-
der-slap, the bear-hug, the gift of
remembering every voter by his first
name, and the affectionate inquiry
regarding the wife and kiddies.
When he kisses a baby, it sounds
like somebody taking off a pair of
wet overshoes. Usually has a weath-
erbeaten wife needing a new hat.
Strutty candidate who's constantly
leading an imaginary parade of
50,000 faithful followers.
poke his chest away out and then
follows it majestically down the
street, A common or standardized
species. .
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Biblical Wisdom.
N THE Book of Nahum, Chapter
II, I came upon this verse:
“The chariots shall rage in
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the
the broad ways; they
shall seem like torches, they shall
run like the lightnings."
Those Old Testament prophets
Because I traveled by night
through a main thoroughfare leading
But not even an inspired seer of
iled in this
year of grace 1937 A. D. (automo-
destruction)—or a people so
speed-mad.
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How to Fight Japs.
\\/ HENEVER we have a Jap-
anese war scare, I think of
Uncle Lum Whittemore, back in
wisdom as he hitched one
practiced instep on a brass rail and
dent flies for the tidbit of free lunch
One day a fellow asked Uncle
he'd do if the yellow peril boys in-
America.
“I'd hunt me a hollow tree in the
deep woods,” he
the owls would have to fetch me my
I been readin’ up on them
Japs. They're fatalists."
“What's a fatalist?"”
said.
demanded
“Near ez I kin make out,” stated
the veteran, “‘a fatalist is a party
that thinks you're doin’ him a deep
Hollywood Fashions.
Hollywood fashions are too gar-
If he's talking about Hollywood
I say they're just garish
ish.
males,
enough.
garish than they are, visitors would
petition. And I want the champion-
whole suit made out of it.
then keep in a bureau drawer be-
cause I'm not so brave as Bob is;
and also 1 keep the drawer closed
because I can’t stand those sudden
dazzling glares. And Bing Crosby
is either color-blind or thinks every-
body else is. But his crooning is
mighty soothing. And so it goes—
red, pink, green, purple, orange,
sky-blue and here and there a dash
of lavender.
Our local boys gladden the land-
scape with the sort of clothes I'd
wear, too—only my wife won't let
me. Stop, look, listen! That's our
sartorial motto, and these jealous
designers back east can kindly go
jump in a dye-pot.
IRVIN 8S. COBB.
©--WNU Service,
Home of the Celt
Little reference is made to Brit.
tany in the ancient classics, save
that Pliny speaks of it as the ‘‘Look-
ing-on Peninsula,” with its eye and
vigion set upon the Atlantic, and
Caesar tells something of the fight-
ing qualities of the Veneti who in-
habited the southwestern seacoast.
As is well known, it is the home of
the Celt, and neither the highlands
of Scotland nor the west of Ireland,
nor Wales can produce a finer type
of that ancient race that dowered
Europe with a civilization long be-
fore Homer sang of the Greek gods.
HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES
OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF!
a —
“Rattlesnake Kate”
By FLOYD GIBBONS
Famous Headline Hunter
ELLO, EVERYBODY:
Get this one right hot off the waffle iron, members of the
Adventurers’ club. It's about a brave, hard-fighting, quick- |
thinking woman. |
Lots of people think women aren't brave. But when it comes down to |
a case of life or death, just watch ‘em. And then, throw in the life of a
baby to fight for and—well, you'll find that old Rudyard Kipling was
right about the female of the species.
Why, this adventure is so absolutely out of the ordinary, that
I hardly believed it myself, when Mrs. Kate Slaughterback, Fort
Lupton, Colo., told it to me.
This is what happened in 1925, on the twenty-eighth day of October.
You kpow what kind of a day that would be out in Colorado. Animals
bots around everywhere, storing up food or making for winter quar-
ters. Little snap in the air—migratory wild fowl coming down from the
north bound for the warm waters of the tropics.
Well, early that morning hunters had been banging away before day-
er to follow the crippled birds, so she decided to ride out and pick off
There Was a Huge Snake Coiled.
She saddled up the old pinto. Got down her .22 Remington, lifted
Off they
went, across the fields to the fence that separated a pasture from the
Kate hopped off the pony to open the gate. And, right there
Kate Fought Rattlers for Two Solid Hours.
at the gate post, coiled up and ready to fight anything that came along—
was a huge rattlesnake.
Didn't bother that Western woman much. She stepped back to the
pony, took the rifle out of the saddle and blew the head right off that
cocky reptile
But he had his gang with him. No sooner had that rifle
eracked-—no sooner had the snake sounded his dying rattie than
another angry whir-r-r sounded from the tall, dry grass.
Another warning sounded from the left—still another from a different
direction.
Three glistening, thick-bellied rattlers slithered into the open and
toward Kate.
The Remington cracked three times in quick succession and three
sets of rattles beat out a death-tattoo on the ground
Mrs. Slaughterback reloaded her rifle. She looked up quickly in the
direction of a strange sound-—a sound like the rustle of the wind among
ripe corn.
First five—then ten—then twenty or thirty rattlesnakes were undu-
lating into the open IN BATTLE FORMATION. Their pointed heads were
erect—their fangs darting. They were ready to avenge their compan-
ions in the interrupted migration.
Still the nerve of the ranch woman held steady. She realized she
could not kill twenty or thirty savage snakes with her little rifle. What
she wanted was a stout club. There was only one in sight. Kate chuckled
as she saw that the club was stuck into the ground and bore a sign, “No
Hunting—Keep Out.”
Fought Dozens With a Club.
She plucked that stake out of the ground. Smashed off the sign and
turned to tackle the serpent army.
Her eyes met a horrible sight. There were no longer twenty
or thirty attackers. They were sliding noiselessly in from all di-
rections. Right and left, behind and before—she looked into ven-
omous eyes that blazed green like an endless row of traflie lights.
She was surrounded.
The first rattler to reach her coiled to strike. Kate swung, the club,
barely three feet long, and the dying tail flicked her hand. On came
the others. Some circling. Some darting in.
Little Ernest was crying in the saddle. Brownie—the pony—was
trembling. If he should rear, the baby would be thrown among the snakes.
Kate was afraid then—afraid for herself and her little boy. She re-
doubled her blows. A rattler sprang clear of the ground. Kate caught
it with her club as a baseball batter would swing on a home run.
Another rattler sprang. It missed her hand by a half inch. She
could feel its breath as the jaws snapped. A sound behind her. Coiled
and poised for a thrust at her stockinged leg was another foe. She
struck backward. The snake uncoiled, its head crushed.
The slithery chain of reptiles seemed endless. They darted
and struck from all sides. The club thudded hundreds of times.
Dying snakes writhed in piles. Kate, hardly moving from her
tracks, fought on—fought for two solid hours before she climbed
painfully, nerve wracked, back into the saddle.
Her Nickname Well Earned.
Brownie darted for the ranch house. Mrs. Slaughterback tumbled
from the saddle, clasping little Ernest. Her hands were raw flesh and
blisters—her eyes bloodshot and her face swollen.
Her amazing adventure spread like wildfire through the Colorado
country. Down from the cities raced newspaper reporters and photog-
raphers.
Pn the boys lined her up beside her grisly foes. Cameras told the
true story of her kill.
ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY RATTLESNAKES.
I said to her, “lI hear your friends have a nickname for you now-
‘Rattlesnake Kate."
“Yes,” she said. “And I'm proud of it."
© WNU Service,
Canyon Named for Mormon
Bryce Canyon National park is
55 square miles in size and has
been under jurisdiction of the fed-
eral government since it was first
named a national monument in 1923.
The “canyon,” which in reality is a
great horseshoe-shaped amphithea-
ter three miles long and two miles
wide, was named after Ebenezer
Bryce, a Mormon pioneer who set-
tiled there in the early seventies. It
is filled with a myriad of fantastic
figures cut through the pnk and
white limy sandstone of the Paun.
saugunt plateau.
“Heavy” Water Explained
“Heavy” water has attracted
wide scientific interest. Like ordi-
nary water it is composed of two
parts hydrogen and one part oxy-
gen, although its hydrogen has an
atomic weight of two instead of one,
the usual atomic weight of hydro-
gen. This difference makes prop-
erties altogether distinct from those
of ordinary water. At first a scien-
tific curiosity, it is produced on a
commercial scale for the treatment
of cancer, using special nickel steel
and pure nickel in manufacturing
equipment to safeguard its purity.
Historic
Hoaxes
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By ELMO SCOTT WATSON
© Western Newspaper Union,
That “Rare Old Sale Bill”
BOUT every so often some
newspaper records the fact that
‘“a sale bill of an auction held near-
ly a century ago is the rare pos-
session of John Jones of this vicin-
Having sold my farm and am leaving
Oregon Territory, by ox team, will offer
on March 1, 1849, all of my personal
property, to-wit: All ox teams, except
two teams, Buck and Ben, and Tom #nd
Jerry; two milk cows. 1 gray mare and
colt, pair oxen and yoke, 2 ox carts, 1
iron plow with wood mole board, 808
feet of poplar weather boards, 1.000 3
foot clap boards, 1,500 10-foot fence rails,
1 60-gallon soap kettle, 80 sugar troughs,
made of white ash timber, 10 gallons of
maple syrup, 2 spinning wheels,
pounds mutton tallow, 20 pounds of beef
tallow, 1 large loon made by Jerry
Wilson, 300 poles, 100 split Loops, 1X
empty barrels, 1 32-gallon
Johnson-Miller whiskey, 7 years old;
20 gallon of apple brandy, 1 40-gallse
copper still, cak-tanned leather, 1 dozex
real books, 4 handle hooks, 3 scythes
and cradles, 1 dozen wooden pitchforks,
one-half interest in tanyard, 1 32.caliber
rifie, bullet mold and powder horn, rifis
made by Ben Miller, 50 gallons of soft
soap, hams, bacon, lard, 40 gallons sor-
ghum molasses, 6 head of fox hounds,
all soft-mouthed, except one. At the
same time I will sell my negro slaves,
two men, thirty five and fifty years old;
2 boys, twelve and eighteen; and two
mulatto wenches, forty and thirty-six
years old. Will sell together to same
party as will not separate them. Terms
of sale: Cash in hand, or note to draw
4 per cent interest with Bib McCon-
nell’'s security. My home is two miles
south of Versailles, Ky.. on MoConn's
ferry pike. Sale begins at 8 o'clock a. m.
Plenty to drink and eat. —J. L. Moss
That sale bill is interesting only
because its publication is a modern
echo of the beginning of the bitter
dispute whic shook the na-
tion—the anti-slavery crusade. For
it originated in the mind of some
Abolitionist propagandist and it was
iely circulated as an example of
rors of slavery. Alhough
uation was that other slave-
barrel of
h once
hor
owners were not so thoughtful and
would willingly break the hearts of
their slaves by separating husband
from wife and sons and daughters
from their parents when the
blacks” were put on
auction block
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Monkey Cotton Pickers
of the Cham-
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the
fortunate
N 1834 the secretary
ber of Commerce at Victc
Texas, received a
secutive editor of a
hich said
siructions from a Y
national magazine to dig out and
write up the story of some man who
imported monkeys some years ago
and attempted to train them to pick
cotton. My search for the facts
seems to indicate that this experi-
ment was made somewhere in the
vicinity of Victoria.”
The Chamber of Commerce man
wrote back to the editor and told him
the real story of the cotton picking
monkeys. It was this:
Back in 1884 Editor Jeff Mcle-
discovered that his Victoria
Advocate was going to be mighty
ghort of news one week. So he set
his imagination to work and when
the Advocate came out no one was
more surprised than was Ranch-
man James A. McFaddin to learn
that he had imported a large num-
ber of African monkeys and was
training them to pick cotton for
him.
But he had a good laugh over the
story, as did his friends and as
did the readers of the Texas Siftings
at Austin, when the yarn was re-
printed in that paper. Everyone
recognized the story for what it was
—a hoax. But 50 years later it
bobbed up again as a “true story’ —
thereby resembling so many other
“true stories” which we hear ev-
ery day.
ria,
the
letter from
very
Were Their Faces Red!
POLITICIAN is always willing
to oblige a constituent, else he's
no politician. So when several high
government officials in Washington
during
received a letter from Ithaca, N. Y.,
Smiles
Ducky
A certain rather exclusive club
had replaced it= familiar black-
coated staff with young and, in
some cases, pretty waitresses,
One day a member who had
been strongly opposed to the
change arrived at the club for
lunch.
“How's the chicken?’ he asked
an attractive waitress rather
gruffly.
“Oh, I'm fine,” she replied
perkily. “And how's the old pel-
ican himself feeling?"’
Magistrate (to talkative prison-
| er)—Will you stop talking and al-
| low me to get in a short sentence?
Knew the Plea
A little boy at the local school
| speech day came forward on the
| platform and began to recite,
| * ‘Friends, Romans, country-
| men—lend me your ears,” he
| began.
| “That must be the Smythe boy,”
| said one of the listening mothers,
| with feeling. “They're always try-
| Jng to borrow something.”
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Good Work
There's many a good bit o’ work
done with a sad heart.—George
Eliot.
' Beware Coughs
from common colds
That Hang On
No matter how many medicines
request in it. It said that a group
Creom which goes
the seat of trouble and aids
ture to soothe and heal the
his for his part in the organization
of the Republican party in New
York state.” Wouldn't these officials
send messages to be read at the
dinner?
They would indeed! One of them
wired, “It is a pleasure to testify
to the career of that sturdy patriot
who first planted the ideals of our
party in this region of the country.
If he were living today he would
be the first to rejoice in evidence
everywhere present that our gov-
ernment still is safe in the hands of
the people.” Others paid like tribute
to this “pioneer Republican.”
And then their faces grew ex-
ceedingly red when it was revealed
that there never had been a real
Hugo N. Frye. That was the name
used by the editors of a humor
column in the Cornell Daily Sun in
publishing their flippancies in that
newspaper. Another pronunciation
of his name is “you go and fry,”
which, in the student slang of those
days, was the equivalent of “O, go
and lay an egg” or “Go and sit on
a tack.”
Sometimes a politician can be just
a little bit too obliging!
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