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Beneath His
Station
By R. RAY BAKER
DADDY'S
EVENING
FAIRY TALE | | 325
(Copyright.)
HE old man leaned forward and
rested a hand on a knee of his
son. They sat before a fireplace in
which a snapping blaze was strug-
gling against a fall chill.
The old man? He was not that
when you came to a closer inspection.
He looked old, seated as he had been
in the shadows, for his silver hair was
all that was really distinct in the
dusk. But now, when he leaned te-
ward his son, the flickering flame gave
his cheeks a youthful tinge.
There were wrinkles, but not deep.
One would take it he had led a free
and easy life, until gradually the im-
pression formed that there was some-
thing about him denoting a sorrow.
Possibly it was his eyes.
“It's up to you, Paul,” he said in
a voice that was singularly soft and
pleasing. “I would not try to argue
you out of this marriage, but I want
to warn you to be sure you are not
making a mistake—as I did once,
I regret to say.”
“] am sure, father,” the son said,
with a note of finality, “I love this |
girl of the wilderness.”
“But your station in life,” his fa-
ther insisted. “This girl cannot be
your social equal. You say she and
her mother live in a shanty in the
woods near Cedar Creek, where you
spent your vacation. They must be
crude people.”
“She’s as good and a lot better
than most of the girls in my station
of life,” Paul said. “I did not see her
mother, for I never could get Anne to
‘invite me to their home. In fact, it
is not her mother, Anne told me.
Rather it is her adopted aunt. Anne
is really the daughter of the sister of
the husband of the sister of the wom-
an she calls mother—if you can grasp
that.
“They live In the woods from
choice. Anne’s father was wealthy
and left a large amount of money to
his daughter; and Anne insisted on
sharing it with the woman she now
calls mother. Because they love the
woods and choose to live in them—
that does not indicate a low station,
does it?
Anne.”
“It all sounds very rosy, this love
talk,” observed his father, and there
was a touch of bitterness in his voice,
“put it doesn’t always work out that
- way. Look at my own case. Your
mother was a lovable good girl, but
she had not been educated to my
‘ways of thinking. Like this girl you
she wage fond of the
she wag me to spend
consented to thy {and built a habi-
tation in the woods; not u« modern
structure, as I desired, but a rustic
log house to suit your mother’s fancy.
I could not endure the solitude and
finally one night we quarreled; and a
terrible quarrel it was! In fairness
to your mother, whom I loved in spite
of our incompatibility, I must say
that I was the cause of most of the
quarreling.
~ “The next morning I left the house
with you,” he went on. “I sneaked
out of the cabin with you bundled in
‘a blanket before Ethel, your mother,
was awake. I did not return for
three months, and when 1 did, repent-
ant, I found nothing but ashes to
mark the spot wheré we had tried to
live. And never was I able to get a
trace of your mother.”
The son was silent several minutes.
“I know you mean well, father,” he
finally said. - “But I love this girl, I
am sure of it; and, besides, I love na-
ture, too, so we ought to get along.”
* * » * ® * »
It was Paul's wedding day, and he
was on his way to claim his bride
from the forest. His father was with
him.
“I said my say, and you've made
your choice, son,” he said. “It i= for
you to decide. And of course I'm go-
ing to be present when my son is mar-
ried, even if it should be in the center
of the African jungles.”
So they packed traveling bags and
took a train for ‘the wilderness. At
Cedar Creek they disembarked and
set out on foot through a path in the
woods.
Two hours of walking brought them
to a clearing, where a log house sent
a thin wreath of smoke heavenward.
It was a small hut, but it looked in-
viting, an island in a sea of flowers
and vines.
“This is the place,” Paul announced.
«] had never seen it, but I received
good directions in my last letter.” His
face was lighted up expectantly.
From the door of the hut romped
a laughing girl, clad in a blue blouse,
short khaki skirt and leggings. In the
doorwav behind her appeared a tall,
handsome brunette of middle age.
Paul clasped the girl in his arms
but suddenly she broke away.
«] must introduce you tc mother,
and I must meet your father,” she
said, turning toward the hut, to stop
dead still, amazement shining from
her big, bright eyes.
“Well, would you look at mother!”
she cried, and Paul turned to stare in
astonishment that equaled or sur-
passed hers.
For Paul's father and Anne's moth-
er had followed the example of the
young people and were hugging each
ly, while she repeated over
the one word “Geor
saying “Ethel.”
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“We'll start,” said old Mr. North
Wind. “at one end of the city, and
we'll give a pa-
rade.”
The others did
not know at first
what a storm pa-
rade meant, but
old Mr. North
Wind explained
what he had been
suggesting te
them lately.
“You ' see,” he
said, “we’ll start
to blow and roar
and storm at one
end of the city.
“The other end
will be perfectly
free from the
storm, but grad-
ually, little by lit-
tle, we will work
our way right through the city.
“Ah, won't we have a joke on the
earth people! They will say:
“Oh, see the storm! Isn't it strange?
It’s hailing here, and down the street
there is no sign of a storm; not even
a snowflake is flying.’
“Then we'll move on down there.”
“It’s a‘ splendid idea,” said Prince
Sleet. “I can hardly wait to begin
marching.”
“Oh,” said old King Snow, “must
we march? I don’t know that I'm
very good at marching. I fall most
beautifully and I dance about very
often before I fall.
“But as for marching—well, I'm not
quite so sure.” And he looked rather
sad.
“Cheer up, cheer up,” said the
Storm King, “Old North Wind doesn’t
care if we don’t keep step.”
“I should say mot,” laughed the
North Wind, and his 'laugh was so
cold that they all wanted to start
right away.
They felt like exercising and blow-
ing and snowing.
Prince Sleet was talking with the
King of fhe Clouds and the Hail
King.
“we'll give them a good time,” they
all said.
“Yes, we'll come down together, a
rain and hail and sleet storm.
“We'll
Parade.”
Give a
“we're all ready then, eh?” asked
old Mr. North Wind, once more.
“We're all ready,” they said.
iT oncilel The eartis peaple shivered and sat
= silence of} closer to their fires. while the ones
‘who | were outside drew their collars
and furs tighter. : .
“Then—GO |” said- old North Wind.
The Storm parade began.
In it were the Storm King, King
Hail, old King Snow. Prince Sleet, the
King of the
Clouds, his army
of Raindrops, the
Snowflake chil-
dren, the Winter
Breezes.
Old Mr. North
wind marched
ahead carrying a
big stick made
out of icicles
which he threw
up in the air. He
looked exactly like
a drum-major.
Of course the
people on the
earth could not
see him, but they
could feel him!
Drew Their Col-
lars and Furs
Tighter.
Oh, how cold it
was, and what a
terrific storm!
But the strangest thing of all was
the way the storm acted. The earth
people were amazed by it.
It began at one end and went
straight through the city but only a
section at a time.
When it had finished storming in
. one part it went on down a little fur-
ther to another, while the newspapers
in the city that. evening called the
storm “freakish.” :
01d North Wind was delighted with
his paradd. It had been a very fine
parade, and every one had noticed it.
Wanted the Dolly
Four-year-old Jean, the pet of the
ship on a return trip from Europe,
looked longingly at a doll one of the
women was showing her.
Finally, eagerness overcame her ex-
cellent training and she asked: “May
I spend the night with your dolly?”
Helen Ann Was Sorry
After spending some time in her
room for being naughty, Helen Ann,
aged four, was asked if she weren't
SOrry.
Looking very downhearted, she
gaid: “I'm so sorry I ever leit heav-
en.”
em
Identified Herself
For the first time Phebe, aged four,
had been invited out to dinner with-
out other members of the family.
To her older sister she said:
tonight, that will
grandma’s.”
be me eating at
Family Tie Defined
] s a family tie?”
“It will be a most gorgeous storm!” .
.and noble and
“If you see anybody that isn’t here
I want it, one |
it!” : mother, or ar
v | Donner .
OLD NORTH WIND THE GAME
The Moonbeams looked very bright
and happy gleaming from the sky.
“Don’t you want
us?’ they asked,
though they al-
ready knew the an-
swer to their ques-
tion.
“Of course I
want you,” said
Mr. Moon, “and so
do the people.
Moonbeams are SO
happy and gay.
They dance and
they almost seem
to sing.”
“Well sing just
for you, Mr. Moon,”
they said.
' And the Moon-
: beams sang this
“Let Me See?” song:
Oh, not When it's day,
Do we laugh and play.
But when it is night,
‘We shine and are bright.
We laugh and we sing,
We love everything.
We love Mr. Moon,
And soon, very soon,
We're going to shine,
For a party of nine.
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“That’s a wonderful song,” said Mr.
Moon, “but might I ask how you're
going to shine for a party of nine?
“Did you say that just for
rhyme?”
“We might have,” said the Moon-
beams, “but we didn’t have to this
time.
“There are nine people going on
the sleighride which you and we are
going to accompany.
There are eight children and a nice,
good-natured farmer daddy who seems
the
to be enjoying the ride as much as the |
children.”
“Let me see,” said Mr. Moon,'as he
blinked one eye.
“The moon is very bright tonight,”
said the children. “It will be wonder-
ful for our ride. See how. the moon-
beams dance, too!™ 4
“Well, well,” said Mr. Moon, “we
certainly must keep on going along
with -them. They've noticed us and
they seem to like us.” & "a
So the Moon seemed to shine more
brightly than ever—even such a high
creature as he enjoyed a little extra
praise. ?
It does almost every one good to
hear something nice once in awhile.
“They seemed pleased to see US
dance,” said the Moonbeams. “We'll
give them a special treat of our own
game—our moonbeam game of tag.”
“Do,” said Mr. Moon, “They'll en-
joy that.” dis
So thé Moonbeams danced and
played tag with each other, and Mr.
Moon beamed, too, and shone for all
he was worth.
«The Moon is so bright,” the chil-
dren kept saying, as they went bound-
ing over the snow in their long sleigh
which was filled with straw.
“Tt almost seems as if I could catch
a moonbeam,” said one child.
The Moonbeams went so near the
children they thought they could
catch them, but the Moonbeams got
away in time, for they said they could
not be caught by really real children,
or they wouldn't be really real moon-
beams. \ :
The snow was so §0ft and white
and sparkling. The snowflakes which
had fallen to the ground, said to the
Moonbeams : r
«Make us look like glorious dia-
monds and glittering jewels. We want
to appear royal
peautiful before
the children.”
And the Moon:
beams did as the
snowflakes had
asked. What a daz
zling night it was
as they rode along
over the snow with
the Moon, the
Moonbeams and
the children of
old King Snow as
their companions.
When - the chil-
dren reached the
home of the little
boy who had giv-
en the party, and
were having some
delicious ‘hot supper, every child in
turn said:
«I almost caught a Moonbeam.”
Outside the window the Moonbeams
were still dancing and looking at the
children and laughing:
Couldn't
Catch Us.”
“They
“They couldn't catch wus, they
couldn't catch us. They couldn’t
catch us.”
And the Moon answered them and
said: “No, little Moonbeams, in your
game of moonbeam tag you can only
catch each other, and even then it’s
very hard.
“But what a glorious game you do
play!”
Feminine Inquisitiveness
Among the group at the pier every
day was a selfish little girl of ten
who extravagantly admired the young
man who swam and dived so splen-
didly.
With true feminine inquisitiveness
she asked: “Do you live with your
e you a
ther?’
break in and
| it? An egg.
A PIG SECRET
Mrs. Lazy Pig shook ' her snoot |
which meant that she wasn’t always
spoiling her children, for some of the
other pig mothers had said that she
did.
“y make them grab for their own
food, and I always try to grab first,”
she said. 1
“No, I don’t spoil them. I'm a reg-
ular pig, grunt, grunt, squeal, squeal.”
The others wanted to know -why
this family of pigs were called. the
Lazy Pig family.
Mrs. Lazy Pig had been too lazy to
explain, but at last Mr. Lazy Pig sald,
lazily: ER
“Pll tell them.”
So Mrs. Lazy Pig, Lawrence Lazy
Pig, Letty Lazy Pig, and four other
Lazy Pig children, as well as the oth-
er pigs, all listened to Mr. Lazy Pig
while he told his story.
“We had the usual family name of
Pig,” he said, “until a short time ago.
“We were fed and fed, ah, such
goodies as we had, and nothing
seemed to make us fat. .
“That was the great joke over
which your mother, Mrs. Lazy Pig,
and I, were laughing about a little
while ago.
«The farmer couldn't understand
why we didn’t grow fat, for he was
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“Why Didn't We Grow Fat?”
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fattening us up so we would sell for
good, big sums of money and make
him a bit richer. | {
“But we didn’t grow fat! No, we
didn’t! That's a joke, eh?
“Why didn’t we grow fat?
- “Ah, we don’t know, or if we do—
we won't tell, for shat is our secret.
“The farmer most certainly doesn’t
know ‘what keeps us from growing
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fat. ; : %
“If he did know he would give us
whatever would make us fat, yes, he
would.
“But we stay thin and still we eat
and eat and eat.
“Ah, what good meals we have,
delicious meals, for thé farmer still
hopes we will grow fat, but we won't,
we're the Lazy Pigs—too lazy to even
grow fat, and that is a queer, un-
usual and extremely lazy kind of lazi-
1 ness.
“We stay thin and still we eat as
1 said before.
“After the farmer saw that no mat-
ter what he did and no matter what
he gave us to eat that we still
wouldn't grow fat he named us the
Lazy Pigs,'and so we call ourselves:
the Lazy Pigs, for we think it is a
fine name.
“Ah, it’s our great secret, to eat a
tot and stay thin, and we all seem to
understand the secret too, and we'll
all fool the farmer!”
“We think you're very clever,” said
the other pigs, “and we wish we knew
your secret.”
RIDDLES
Why is a king like a book? Because
they both have pages.
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What is it that is full of holes yet
holds water? A sponge.
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What should a clergyman preach
about? About half an hour.
*® * *
1f you go for 10 cents worth of long,
tin tacks what do you want them for?
Ten cents.
* * *
Which is the bigger, baby Bigger,
Mrs. Bigger or Mr. Bigger? The baby
is a little Bigger.
a *
If I were fo see you riding on a don-
key, what fruit should I be reminded
of? A pear (pair).
» *
Why is a chicken the most useful
fowl on the farm? For every grain of
wheat it gives a peck.
* * *
What two countries are apart all
the year, but come together at Christ-
mastime? Turkey and Greece (grease).
® *® *
Why is an astronomer so much like
a moving picture director? ' Because
they are both always looking for new
stars.
* * -®
What is the difference between a
thoughtless boy and a mirror? The
boy speaks without reflecting and the
mirror reflects without speaking.
* * *
In marble walls as white as milk,
lined with a skin as soft as silk, with-
in a fountain crystal clear, a golden
apple doth appear. No doors there
are in this stronghold, yet thieves
teal the gold. What is
SOOOVDODOOOOODODDOPE
Loneliness Routed
by Cupid
By JESSIE DOUGLAS
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HAT do people do to get ac-.
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WwW quainted¢’ Annie Laurie Ware
thought desperately.
“Now, if I. «hould Just stop this
man coming and say ‘T'm so desperate:
ly lonely thai I'd like to ery, I won-
der what he'd do. Call a policeman.
Y egpose . . 7
Annie Laurie had come quite close
to him now; he glanced at her casual-
ly and when he did she felt the blood
color her face.
«Just as though he knew what 1
was thinking!” Annie Laurie went on
disconsolately, as she turned the
corner.
She stopped a moment before a
shop window; it was a very tiny
shop with just enough glass to show
Boston ferns and some narcissus
blooming in a shallow bowl.
“He'd say ‘Would yon rather have
violets today, Annie Laurie, or just
roses as usual?”
“Anything I can do for you, miss?”
Annie Laurie started. She realized
she had stopped longer than she need
before this window.
“Yes, I should like a bulb,” she said,
boldly, “and some pebbles and a
very little bowl.”
“Forty-five, miss.”
Annie Laurie just had fifty cents
left and she realized with a pang that
it meant she would, have no lunch to-
morrow—and she hoped there would
be no delay with her pay envelope.
She snuggled her precious bulb un-
der her arm and made the journey
back to her room without further ad-
venture. Har
«It mast have sun and it must have
water,” she said aloud as she set it in
the open window ledge.
She let the water drip over her
buib and heard an irritated voice as-
cend from the regions below.
Annie Laurie peered down, and the
voice peered up, until she found her-
self looking into the very blue eyes
of the man she had passed.
“Qh, it’s you!” she gasped.
Then overcome at the betrayal of
her words, she pulled in her head. and
in her embarrassment dislodged her
precious bulb. She heard it go rat.
tling down the areaway amid the sharp
clatter of her pebbles.
“Pll see what I can do,”, a sym-
pathetic voice called up to her.
“Remember, Annie Laurie, how you
were brought up!” she warned her-
self. 3 ;
When, five minutes later, a breath-
less young man with laughing blue’
eyes presented her with a stubby
brown bulb, Annie Laurie, with
drooped lids that hid all the light of
her daneing eyes, answered primly,
“Thank you very much.” !
That was all
And Annie Laurie back in her room
was lonelier than ever.
«] know he's nice,” she thought.
“He has eyes like little Bennie, and
his voice—and I shall just have to
go on the same as ever, dying of
loneliness, going down to the office in
the morning and coming back in the
evening, wishing in the meantime.”
And she did. :
The ache in her heart was get-
ting harder to bear all the time, and
if it hadn’t been for the five dollars
she could send each week to a little
frame house in St. Petersburg, she
might have given up the struggle and
fled home.
One afternoon she stopped before
the tiny shop and breathed in the
scent of trailing arbutus. 2
“I must bave some!” she said.
The little, bushy, fragrant sprays
of sweet blossoms were tied in white
tissue before she asked, “And how
much is it, please?”
“Seventy-five.”
She searched in her pocket and she
felt in her purse, but all she could
find was fifty cents. Her cheeks burned
with embarrassment for another cus-
tomer in the shop came up to her.
Annie Laurie looked up into a pair
of very blue eyes.
“I believe you live on the floor above
we, and 1 believe I rescued your
bulb,” said the man of the eyes quiet-
ly, “and I think if Pm not mistaken
you're Annie Laurie Ware?”
“Oh, but how did you know?”
He did not tell her that anyone could
read a name on the letter box.
«] know you've never done any-
thing like it before, spoken to a man
who hasn't been introduced,” he ex-
plained, “and I hope you won’t do
anything like it again. But I'm from
the South, and I know you are—and
I'm desperately lonely—"
It was the one thing that could
have touched Annie Laurie Ware.
They stood quite still outside the
tiny shop, alld the man pleaded: “I
wonder if you'd let me get some
violets, a handful, or just a rose to
celebrate?”
“Roses,” Annie Laurie smiled, and
then as he darted into the shop she
repeated the formula to herself, “as
usual.” ;
They walked up the street together,
and the man said “Look!”
Annie Laurie gazed down from the
heights at.the street that seemed al-
most like fairy street.
“New York is an enchanting place,
isn’t it?” the young man asked.
“It's almost like a city of dreams,”
Annie Laurie answered tremulously.
The young man gave one swift un-
derstanding glance at her face before
they turned back.
“It is the city of my dreams—now !”
| he said.
Page Five
“FLU” IS CURED
BY THE USE OF
GRAPEFRUIT JUICE
(By DR. W. A. McKENZIE)
Dr. W. A. McKenzie, of Leesburg,
one of the leading physicians of
North Florida, has been insistent for
years that grapefruit juice was both
preventive and cure for influenza.
Grapefruit, baking soda, a few
days, pure water! Prosaic things
aren’t they? So simple that they
have been overlooked as infiuenza
marched on taking its terrific toll, for
the eager eye usually is oblivious to
the obvious, yet in them lie the way
to health and restoration from the
savage “flu.”
Up until 1918, the cause, nature and
course of true Spanish influenza was
practically unknown in America.
When the epidemic came, physicians
groped in the dark while coffins chok-
ed the highways. Calomel, purga-
tives and heart depressants “given
for the fever” kept the funeral bells
tolling all the more vigorously. And
then .I searched frantically for some
light in the darkness of this grim
disease, there accidentally came a
faint glimmer like a struck match in
a fog. It was translation of a paper
by a famous Spanish pathologist who
had made an intensive study of influ-
enza. That paper traced the course
of the disease from its origin in Mon-
golia to Morocco, thence to Spain, and
from there to the four corners of the
world. It suggested no treatment,
but made the emphatic claim that the
germ causing influenza thrived and
became virulent in an acid medium,
and was inhibited by an alkaline one.
If true—treatment was simple and
plain, viz: to render the system of its
victim alkaline. How? Many means
were available, yet the simplest and
most universally prevalent were citrus
fruits and baking soda.
Fearfully I tried grapefruit juice
and soda in my next case of influenza,
a virulent one complicated with pneu-
monia. Results were startling—
symptoms mitigated in a few hours,
hemorrhage (severe) stopped imme-
diately, recovery was rapid.
Being called into the U. S. Public
Health Service I healed 502 cases of
the most severe types in 60 days
without a single fatality, this in spite
of the fact that double pneumonia,
violent hemorrhage, cerebral: (brain)
infections, intestinal inflammation, in-
adequate care, extreme poverty were
among the things with which it was
necessary to contend. The same
and myself in innumerable cases since
that time has given the same happy
results.
The Treatment
Following is the treatment in de-
tail. At the first signs of “cold” or
plenty of cool, pure water is given
throughout the course of the disease.
Food in an inflamed alimentary canal
is worse than useless, will not digest,
taxes the flagging heart in an effort
to get rid of it and distends an in-
flamed digestive tract. No one will
starve or need food for a few days.
The juice of from five to fifteen
grapefruit is given daily in potions
every four hours or oftener. In be-
tween the juice potions (not with
them), sodium bicarbonate (prefer-
ably Squibbs) is given thusly—a tea-
spoonful in a glass of water, then a
quarter teaspoonful every four hours
or oftener until symptoms are practi-
cally gone. For an obstinate cough,
guaiacol carbonate in one grain doses
is helpful, but not essential. The
sheet anchors are grapefruit juice and
soda and no case of influenza in a
normally resistant individual will re-
sult fatally if used as advised.
Orange juice and lemon juice may
be used instead of grapefruit, but are
not so satisfactory. Orange juice is
sweet and tends to disturb the vic-
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|All roads lead to Meyers-
dale where we will hold
another
Auction Sale
On MAY 25
starting at 9:30 a. m. sharp
and continuing all day. We
fast|will have a sale on the last
Saturday of each month.
We have a large selection of
furniture of all kinds: Din-
ing room suites, parlor
suites, kitchen furniture,
dishes, garden tools, com-
puting scales and most any
thing you want. We also
have wagons, drills, mow-
ers, corn plows and farm
machinery of all kinds.
Every one welcome, come
and meet your friends and
save money.
Good auctioneers
L. R SHUMAKER, Mgr.
C. A. Phillips Warerooms
Center Street
tim’s digestion; lemon juice is too
sour to be used in quantity. The bit-
ter principle of grapefruit not only
tends to tone the flagging system, but
seems to have a specific influence up-
on the disease, while the semi-trat-
ness of the juice is grateful to fever-
ed tissues. Grapefruit juice, alone,
will almost usually cure an ordinary
cold in from 36 to 48 hours, relieve
bronchitis, often prevent or mitigate
pneumonia. In acid stomach, grape-
fruit juice is a specific while in dia-
betes or other diseases where acidosis
is present, it is always indicated.
In influenza, calomel or other vio-
lent purgatives should never be given
or taken. Influenza destroys the co-
agulating power of the blood and
tends, to produce hemorrhage from
lungs, bowels, nose, throat, ears or
stomach. Calomel and its kin encour-
age hemorrhage.; They are deadly.
Grapefruit juice ani water will attend
to all the elimination necessary in a
fasting patient. ;
MT. VIEW
Misses Bertha Kinsinger and friend
treatment, tried by other physicians:
influenza all food is stopped, but
from Berlin, Pa, and Miss Dorothy
Opel and friend from Somerset, Pa.,
motored to Cumberland Sunday after-
noon, . Lo s
Mrs. Oscar Brenneman and Miss
| Anna Humbertson and Ernest Hum-
bertson from Ohio spent the week end
at the home of their parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Ed. Humbertson.
Sylvester Maust spent Saturday af-
ternoon at Milt Opel’s.
Miss Bertha Kinsinger was a caller
at Lawrence Kinsinger’s on Thursday.
Mrs. Howard Maust and children
Markle and Frances were callers at
Somerset Saturday.
Mrs. James Opel was visiting at
Lawrence Kinsinger’s and Jacob
Sechler’s Saturday afternoon.
Miss Dorothy Weller of Summit
Mills is spending the summer months
with her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs.
Henry Opel.
Rev. Karl H. Beck was a caller at
Ed. Humbertson’s and Howard
Maust’s, Tuesday.
Mr. and Mrs. James Opel and
daughter Alice were spending Sunday
evening at Frank Miller's of Somer-
set. Mrs. Opel and daughter are
staying a few weeks.
Mr. Milton Opel and Mr. Amos
Lindeman spent Saturday forenoon in
St. Paul.
Miss Gladys Fike was a visitor at
Ed. Humbertson’s on Sunday.
Mrs. Wm. Sechler was a visitor at
Howard Maust’s on Tuesday.
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