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Harbord, President of the Radio Corporation of America, at the 'w company to be Photophorme, Incor » formation of the General Harbord Ithough the Radio ral Electric and been preparing for market apparatus e and music with yublic introduction d been delayed un- ad achieved “com- ” so that it would perate as a radio 1e time, highly per- e,”” said General simple and practi- 1 principle is the res and sound on rious methods have alking movies,’ ex- yn that the most recording pictures same film. This oyed by the Photo- possible to photo- nt of the United ell as action—and , reproducing the 1e country. Operation reproducing appa- atres, schools and itionally available. 1usical comedy or rically recorded on is seen and heard, >d from the same be seen or heard, itingale singing or an now he record- for both the eye ng picture dramas 1estral accompani- ¢ and speech, will ion-wide use. vithout the sound ut any change in only thing the op o close one switch ing pictures with when he does not 1y type of ‘talking the machine. The ducer to be used ize of the room in are to be shown 1bodies some re opments in acous 1g have been th yroach to the hu ition, religion and one medium com sight and hearing 1 universal acces bility. The com f the new art has strated, and there eed for an intelli system of manu tion. 38 at the many va vention as an in ead of knowledge, ple of the world for the advance THE PATTON COURIER 5 Cecilia’s Dreams © > What the Dam i : A : J of Career © i Meant 3 2 9 2 ®) 5 SHES 2 3 By EDGAR T. MONFORT Ei By GREGORY GRAY S ©AOOOOEOEOPOOOE® DOOEG Q | S00000ELEEPROIEROEROR0O0S (Copyright,) 6 HE performance at the high school auditorium last night was a brilliant success. The outstand- ing artist on the program was Miss Cecilia Gray, whose bell-like soprano voice was at its best and loveliest. We forecast a great future for this talented young lady and only regret that her career may take her away from us to some metropolitan center, Chicago or New York, where she can get a position worthy of her great talent. - We feel safe in predicting that grand opera goers will some day know the name of Ce—" Cecilia simply could not read any further. Her sweet girlish face was suffused with color as she let the pa- per fall on the table and clasped her hands in ecstacy. The broom with which she had been sweeping the din- ing room when the paper came, leaned against the table beside her—forgot- ten. Even her surroundings seemed to recede and in ber imagination she gazed out over a sea of upturned wor- shiping faces. Her Lead roared with the sound of the applause and she felt herself moving slowly, regally te. the front and graciously acknowledging it. Then as she started to sing a silence settled over the audience that was al most deathlike, From the minute she read the news- paper notice she had a different atti tue toward herself. She felt the re- sponsibility of her talent and the ne- cessity for her to sacrifice home and loved ones to pursue her career. “It’s a gift,” she told Joe Watson her beau, “a gift that was given me by the Creator. I am destined to have a career.” Her young face looked so pathetical ly serious and Joe's so pathetically tragic as they sat side by side on the shabby old sofa. “Where do I come in?” he suddenly frightened as a new dawned on him. “But don’t you see, dear, this fis something I'm not responsible for, It's a call I must answer like a soldier's call to war or a minister's to preach. Don’t you understand?” “No!” said Joe savagely. darned if I do. There's no call great- asked, idea er than the call to marry a decent man when you've already pledged yourself.” “You wouldn't hold® me to that?” she asked in surprise. “Oh, no, not at all. A little matter like that is nothing when it comes to a career,” he answered, but his sar- casm was completely lost on Cecilia who threw her arms around his neck. “Ah, 1 knew you'd see it. And I do love you, Joe; it means a lot to me to give you up.” She was sincere in what she said, but all the time that she was look- ing at Joe she was seeing herself hold- ing her thousands spellbound. Of course, when Clearview heard of her intended and approaching trip to New York the town went wild. Par- ties, entertainments of all sorts, more newspaper writeups of her wonderful talent, her great future, Mrs. Gray, at first sad at the idea of losing her daughter, soon began to swell with pride and cut down on expenses to gave the fare to New York. Natu- rally as soon as Cecilia arrived she'd have wonderful openings offered her, but even the greatest talent must have railroad fare. Within less than a month's time Cecilia had attended her last party, received her last gift and bade her last farewell. Reaching New York one cold winter evening she went straight to a Y. W. C. A. and after much pulling of wires she got a hear- ing with Signor Musanti, a teacher Jf moderate reputation but of great hcn- esty. With confidence she started to sing.a dramatic aria that had brought the house down at Clearview, For a second Musanti listened, then raised his hand. “Stop!” he commanded, jumping up and pacing the floor angrily. “My God, why do you sing E when it should be IF sharp? Haf you no ea Why did you come here? Whe sent you here to me? Why don’t you try to be an acrobat? And that tremolo My God, you sound like a nanny goat. Go home—go home quick and wash dishes—anything but sing.” At first Cecilia was too dazed to speak, she merely gaped at the little man, then after a moment the tears rushed into her eyes and she dropped into a ehair and wept. “There, there,” he said in quick sympathy, patting her heaving shoul- ders. “It happens all the tirie. I know. A girl sings at some church festival at home. The local papers datter her, she swallow it, frienls praise. She leave home for a CA- REER! Every week I get them. Now, buy a ticket and go home, back to your mamma and your sweetheart ; he'll take you back. 1 haf another lessoi. Cecilia felt herse:f being gently put out the front door, but ther. was heal- ing In his kindness. With a gulp she swallowed her pride, took his advice and went back home, but on the train a plan of action came to her. Just out of New York she sent a telegram to Joe Watson: I'm coming back to- morrow on Number Sixteen. So hom?- sick for you. Cecy. And to this day Joe worships her for her devotion and she worships him for saving her pride. Only a few catty old maids sniff and doubt and there is just one word Cecilia avolds as if it were contaminated— Career, “I'm ) | { {(Copyright.) IB ONE of the tarred-paper shacks which housed the gangs and en- gineers of the Nesbit Construction company a man bent over a pile of blueprints, A spectator would have thought him too absorbed to be aware of the beating rain on the unsubstan- | tial roof. As a matter of fact, Paul Bassett was so dominated by the rain that everything else was driven from his mind. It even made him forget the party on the hill whose foregoing he believed had cost him the heart and hand of its hostess, Claire Hendricks. This downpour, unprecedented at this season of the year, was threaten- ing his uncompleted dam and with ft the labor of faur hard years. “Of course,” he had told Claire over the phone, “my common sense tells me the dam will stand. Even unfin- ished, the factor of safety is ridicu- lously high.” “Then I should think,” said Claire petulantly, “that you could surely come to the party.” “I am afraid not,” he said ruefully. “If anything should happen—well, it's like the captain and his ship, ‘Duty before pleasure.’ ” “Imagined duty!” came back Claire’s taunt, “Thank heaven, Ab- bott Wayne’s bonding business is not so demanding!” With that unkind last word the conversation ended, Wayne was the man Paul had for some time been fearing as a rival, At midnight there came a sudden lull in both gale and rain and it oc- curred to Paul that it would be a fa- vorable moment to take a reading of certain guages down at the dam it- self which registered their recordings over wires to special instruments at the surface. Picking his way by flashlight along the narrow path that skirted the great piles of debris, now being washed and gullied into fantastic patterns, he reached the dam and made his read- ings. For a moment he stood watching the turbulent race of clouds over his head. Then, as he turned to go, a glimpse of something moving in the shadow of a derrick caught his eye. A girl, wrapped in a cape, her hair wind blown, was standing there. For a minute his heart leaped, Had Claire run down for a moment? Then he saw it was not Claire, but Abbott Wayne's little sister, who had made the dam project her own ever since the first shovel of dirt had been turned. “What on earth, Dot,” he demanded, The girl shrugged her shoulders. “I love the racket of the storm. Be- sides, haven't I seen this dam grow from the very start? I couldn't help worrying about it. Wanted to see if it was all right.” For the first time in the four years that he had bad the run of the place, Paul really saw Dorothy, And she wasn’t the mere child that he thought. “Why aren't you at the par- ty?” he said, “Two reasons,” she retorted prompt- iy. “Unimportant one being that I'd rather be here. The other—well, I wasn't asked. I may be eighteen, al- most, but Claire thinks me a kid.” Eighteen! Paul would hardly bave thought so, but now he saw that fit was rather because of her slim little figure and girlish ways than from any real childishness. It flashed across him that she would make an excellent wife for an engineer, She would un- derstand, as Claire never could, that intimate bond between a man and the thing he has created. She startled him with a little cry “Look, oh, look! weather bureau is the moon?! Sure enough, through a rift in the clouds, the whole disk of the moon, just past full, could be seen. It was true that the crest of the flood might not be reached until noon tomorrow, but the chances were that the dam would hold if the rain was over. Paul felt like seizing the slender hands of his companion and whirling her around in a dance of celebration. Yesterday he would have done that very thing. But, somehow, not tonight “I must go back,” she was saying. “]—1 wonder if you would mind walk- ing up to the top of the hill with me where I can see the light in my win- dow. It's really later than I thought. I suppose—" and she threw a glance up at the big house on the hill whence the strains of music were floating down—*everyone must know now of Claire’s engagement to my brother.” Paul stopped short. *“Claire—your brother?” “Why, yes. That was what the party was for. Abbott told me before he left. It was to be a grand sur- prise. Claire loves surprises.” By rights, Paul should have felt as if a knife were being turned in his heart, On the contrary, he felt, and he was amazed at the sensation, as if he had just received a reprieve from some dreadful fate. The rain had ceased, the girl who could never understand what the dam meant to him was going to belong to somebody else, and he had discovered a lovely, awakening woman in the girl who had watched him build it. was wrong! There Worse Gerald—Ethel’s a nice girl, but hang it, she’s got a little brother, Jack—You're lucky! My girl's got a big brother! I do believe the old ABOUT THE DINNER PT HE dinner wouldn't amount to much without our presence,” said the lamb roast. “You would burn and you would not be very nice,” said the water which had been put into the tin with the lamb to keep it from burning, “if it were not for the water.” “And you could never be cooked if it were not for me,” said the stove. “And you would never have been lighted if it had not been for me,” said a match which was now what would be called a “used match.” “And you would have gone very queerly if we had not been turned just as we should have been,” said the dampers belonging to the stove, ~ “The oven would never have become warm if we had not made the fire burn well,” said the members of the coal family. “And we gave everything the first “And They Do Need a Dessert,” Said the Apple Pie. start,” said the kindlings. “You wouldn't be so good if we weren't to go along with you for the dinner,” said the potatoes to the lamb. “You wouldn't be a real meal if we didn't come along, too,” said the bread. : “And what about butter? the butter. The lamb was cooking and was be- coming nice and brown on the out- side. “Every one wants water,” said the jug which at that moment was being filled with water. “Every one wants gravy,” said the gravy. “And they do need a dessert,” said 0000000000000000000000000Q How It Started By JEAN NEWTON 0000000000000 V00000000 “PERIPATETIC” asked NE does not have to be erudite to know the word “peripatetic” as related to a school of philosophy, that of the disciples of Aristotle, the Greek philosopher, In everyday speech we find the word used in the sense of traveling, moving, wandering. Its modern use in this sense, however, is usually satir- ical or jocular. It may seem a far cry from the philosophy of Aristotle to a modern itinerant, yet it is precisely in that connection that we have the Interest- ing story of the word's origin, “Peripatetic” is of Greek derivation | and means literally “to walk,” It was from the circumstance that the fol- | lowers of Aristotle, meeting in the | “garden” of the Lyceum, were known to walk about during study that they came to be called “Peripatetics” and their philosophy “peripatetic.” Popularized by these ancient schol-- ars, the term has survived in common speech where today it is used more or less lightly In its original sense of moving from place to place. (Copyright.) GRUGAGS epyrighs, 1967, bp Fis Bell Synonss, Ine) | “A lot of good people bemoan the | passing of the corget,” says Corpulent | Cora, “and I know myself it's a great | ald to uprightness.” 0 Severe Sentence Judge—What's your occupation? Prisoner—I'm a coal dealer, your honor, Judge—Thirty days on one of your rock piles! - WN EE ~ BE a | ing money. | chase an acre and call it HOME. the apple pie as it waited plate, “And a cup of tea will be welcomed upon a ” by several at the table,” said the tea as it was being introduced to the boil- ing water, “Of course,” said the salt, “some of you—such as the lamb and the pota- toes would not be very good if we didn’t go along with you. “We were needed by you, potatoes, when you were being prepared.” “I know who'll ask for three lumps of sugar in their tea,” said the sugar in the sugar bowl. “And milk will be asked for, too,” said the milk in the milk jug. “The pie would never have been pie without us,” said the apples, “at least it would never have been apple pie!” “And the pie erust would have been a sad pie crust if it hadn't been for flour and baking powder, butter, wa- ter and a little salt,” said these things together. “But_it needed some one who knew how to put them together,” said a little creature who just appeared and who said her name was Fairy Ybab. “Yes, it would have been a dread- ful pie crust if some one had just gone and thrown all those things to- gether into a bowl without any sense or thought or knowledge of how to make a ple crust, “But you're all so silly, all of you. “In the first place of all the stove would never have been started with- out a human being starting it. “In the second place none of you would have turned out right if you had not been properly made. “And again you all form a part of the goodness of the dinner, The lamb plays the most important part in this meal—but everything hag to work to- gether, “It's the same way with people. They must pull together to get the best results and the rea! happiness and so must a dinner to make it a SUCCess, “You will be a fine meal—all of you —because each did its own part to make the meal a fine one. And the one who cooked the fine dinner knew how much little things such as sea- soning had to do with tasty food. “Now you're going in to be eaten, dinner, but even as good as you are, you would not be enjoyed if the peo- ple didn’t have good appetites. “Oh, yes, many things together make a perfect whole!” And Fairy Ybab was off as the din- ner was taken up to be served. (Copyright.) For Meditation By LEONARD A. BARRETT » HOME OWNERSHIP N 1920 forty-five people out of every hundred owned their own homes. It is estimated that in 1930 one-half of the entire population of rour own country will own their homes. Two factors account for this condition. One is the increase in the wage scale, the other is the spirit of thrift. Sta- | tistics show that savings accounts never reached so high a figure as at the present time. The American Bank- ers’ association in a recent report said: “Equal distribution of the na- tion's savings would-give each person in the United States $220.” These savings were increased in 1927 over 1926 by more than a billion dollars. Much of the credit for this healthy state of affairs is attributable to the banks and loan companies who in ways encourage the habit of thrift. A dollar at 6 per cent interest, ¢om- pounded annually, will double itself in about sixteen years. Saved money has real earning power. It works while you sleep. The satisfaction and pleasure derived from saving Is even greater than that derived from spend- There is an important difference be- tween necessities and luxuries, This distinction is often forgotten. Luxu- ries are the things we want but can do withowt and they demand about three times as much money as do the necessities. Saving does not mean that the necessities must be discarded but it does mean that less money be spent upon mere luxuries. The price which economy demands is courage and sacrifice, but the re- ward is worth the cost. More real satisfaction is obtained from saving money than from spending it; espe- cially when with saved funds we pur- (©, 1928, Western Newspaper Union.) er LVR (® by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) © ET — } Starting Richard > Right ® ® ® 9 ® 3 By AD SCHUSTER > .) » LOPEINEPENPPPORRORRER (Copyright.) LE big office building poured clerks, executives and office boys into the street to be caught up in the swirl from other structures and drift, eddying and milling, into the restau- rants. Noon hour shuffles the human contents of the business houses and is responsible for the making of friends. Richard White met Clara in one of those restaurants where customers forage for themselves and eat off the arms of chairs. And the noon hour brings big talk. The restaurants hear the planning of the future captains of industry. Men take on stature and women listen and appear impressed. Richard White was no exception, “Just listen a minute, What do you hear? Money, that’s it. They all talk big and pretend they are not little men. Great game, isn’t it?” “1 don’t know,” Clara spoke slowly. “It seems to me there is something rather fine in it. Of course what they say amounts to little, but they are planning. Who can tell what these men will be doing a few years hence? And a few years ago the ones who were talking in the restaurants at noon hour—how many of them are the leaders today? We may be listening to the voice of the future, No, I think it is rather big, something to be treas- ured.” . “] did,” said Richard shortly and he tried to look worldly wise and disil- lusioned. “I was one of the most en- thusiastic of the planners, but I learned my lesson.” He did not catch her look of surprise and disappoint- ment. Some day, he was thinking, he might tell this girl his troubles. When he met her again at noon and in another restaurant the subject was renewed. “Are you still disillusioned or has the enthusiasm returned?” “1 cant kill it all,” he “but listen, 1 have been with my firm for seven years and have been moved up a notch each year until this, Maybe that is why I was full of pep and hope. Well, this year they sent outside for a man to fill the place above me instead of giving me the chance.” “And the man? Does he fill the place well, as well as you could or better? i” returned, What is his name? “Guess he fills it all right. see him, an exclusive sort for he never mixed with the boys.” Clara drummed on the table with her fingers. She liked this young man and could read the symptoms of a dis- order common to the ambitious and one which might stand in the way of his happiness and advance. “Don’t you think the company knows best? Maybe this newcomer brought in to fill a special niche, one in which he will stay while you are being prepared for a large step for- ward. It seems to me, if you will ex- cuse me, that if you lose your hope and let resentment affect your work, you will be risking the chance for pro- motion which may be planned for you.” Richard was startled, even afraid. Suppose his manner had been noticed and suppose the girl was right? Sud- denly he saw himself as the others must have seen him during the past month, “] am grateful,” he said “humbly, “for a timely hint and I think you are right, whether there was a promotion planned for me or not.” And he re- turned to the job to take up the duties in the way that was his in the old days of big planning. Then came the notice he was want- ed in the office of Nathan, the new man. Well, he would see what the fellow looked like and what was wanted. When he opened the door he stopped, too startled to close it behind him. “You!” It was the girl of the res- taurant, “Nathan,” she answered in a busi- nesslike tone, “C. Nathan, in charge of this department. Sit down.” Richard sat down. He wondered how much of this seriousness was put on, just what this girl was going to do. “Mr, Malcolm has informed me he is moving you up to the place to be vacated by Mr. Nichols.” She held up her hand to check his joyful ex- clamation, “Ile has asked me to show you the work which you are to do. You ac- cept, I suppose?’ Still the level look of the business woman. Richard nod- ded. “well, then, that is settled. I'm glad,” and she held out her hand, a smiling girl. “Gee, but you were impressive,” Richard clung to her hand. And I have you to thank for the tip when it was needed. Also, I'm glad you are going to break me in on the new job. We'll, we'll have a chance to get acquainted.” “Yes,” said the business woman, to herself, “that was what I was think- ing.” 1 never Cutting Into the Depths “Didn't 1 tell you not to say a word?” asked the campaign manager, “I tried to obey your instuctions,” answered Senator Sorghum. “All 1 said to the boss was ‘lI hope you are well’ and it started a line of talk about whether he was afflicted with a psychosis, a neurosis or a Napoleon ic complex.”—Washington Star. was | SAVING? Put It in a Checking Account Instead of keeping money in the house to pay bills, put it into this bank subject to your check. Danger fron loss is overcome, and you always have a certain receipt for all the bills you pay. senflyrmmenflppenenfiyprenenfiprnenflpreaenfiprraenll mn Te t. THE FIRST PATTON, E. Prindible, Pres. L. Brown, Cashier Total Resources ... Capital Paid Up Surplus Earned A BEOLL ©O NATIONAL BANK PENNSYLVANIA F. E. Farabaugh, V. Pres Reuel Somerville. V. 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