THE PATTON COURIER Published Every Thursday, Thos. A. Owens, Xditor & Prop. E. F. Bradley, Associate Editor intered im the Post Office at Patton, Pa., as Second Class Mail Matter. subscription Rates $2.00 per year in Ad- vance. Single Copies 5 Cents, RATE CARD—ILegal Notices, $1.50 per inch, or fraction thereof, for J insertions Card of Thanks, 50c; Business Locals 100 per line; Business Carc $10.00 per year; Display advertizing, 30c per inch; Full position, 26 pct. extra; Minimum charge, $1.00. Cash must accompany all orders for foreign advertising. All Advertising copy must reach this office by noon Wednesday o. insure insertion. Unsigned correspon- fence will be ignored at all times. REPUBLICAN COUNTY TICKET. For Congress—J. Russell Leech, of Ebensburg. For State Senator—Jay R. Sheesley, of Johnstown. For General Assembly (Second Dis- trict—Milton Spencer, of Barnesboro; Edmund James, of Ebensburg; John R. Musser, of Barnesboro. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT By F. A. WALKER SAFETY ON THE OCEAN HE safest place in the world is mid-ocean. To the myriads of human beings, men and women, who look upon a sea voyage as a venture of exceeding risk such a statement will doubtless come as a pleasant shock, but it is based upon the most rigid and frigid of facts compiled by the statisticians of Lloyd's, of London. It is the London Observer which points out this analysis of the facts involved in the problem of what con- stitutes danger and what constitutes safety and the rigid figures proclaim the high seas as the least menaced portion of the globe's surface. When we contemplate the fact that in every Book of Prayer pub- lished by the churches there is a special plea to Divinity to take care of those about to depart upon or en- gaged in traversing the rolling billows, the facts seem yet more interesting. Of course, the reason lies in the fact that travel by sea has been ren- dered safer year by year just as trav- el by land has been rendered speedier as the decades slip by. But in the meanwhile, upon the land, the combustion engine, applied to locomotion, has given us the auto- mobile and the automobile has given us the speed maniac and the careless chauffeur, The congestion of population has piled homes upon homes in flats and apartment houses with their elevators and their other menacing develop- ments incident to congestion, Busses and other conveyances have multiplied the risks of every day and hour in our cities and towns. But returning to the reasons which have made the ocean’s bosom a place of safety and repose we must not, not for a minute, overlook the stu- pendous change in navigation’s rules and navigation'’s practices which the wireless wrought, The radiogram is an Invention of our own time. Any man of thirty, with a memory for his boyhood can recall the invention of telegraphy without wires. Wireless from ship to ship and wireless from ship to shore spells safety for the ocean traveler—a safe- ty device that is almost a novelty to the majority of us. It is interesting to survey the fig- ures which the Lloyd's analysis pre- sents. The chance of an accident -to ‘a ship upon the seas involving the loss of a life of a passenger is just 1.2 per cent. In other words, for every thousand ships starting upon an ogean voyage, there will be only 12 fatal accidents between port and port. And the figures with respect to the danger incurred by the individual sea-goer are even more striking. The danger of loss of life by a passenger on an ocean voyage is only 02. per cent, even if an accident be- falls his ship. This is ‘so tiny a fraction that even the most timid soul should look upon a compulsory sea trip not as some- thing forcing them into danger but rather as a chance to avoid danger for the duration of the voyage, It means that for every -10,000 passengers who take ship and sail the seas upon a. ship that suffers a casualty involving the loss of a life there will be but two deaths out of the entire number, (© by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) —— = They Called Her “Yellow Bush” 1E EEE seve HEN Nancy Branch was a little girl people laughingly called ber “Yellow Bush” because her mop of golden hair was so thick and flyawag. As she grew older it was confined for awhile, and then bobbed into another and more sedate, yellow bush of fine soft halr. When Yellow Bush came home from college, her first inquiry was for her old playmate, Bert Franklin. “Bert Franklin went away after his father died—you know, his mother died. four or five years ago?” “Of course, I knew that,” said Nancy. “It happened the summer 1 went abroad with Aunt Susan—of course, I wrote to Bert and his father, He wrote to me in reply, but I have not heard from him since.” “You have been away from home so much, my dear,” said her mother, “even your vacations have been far away from us.” “I know it, mother, but I am real ly home to stay awhile now. I shall advise you about the domestic ar- rangements and tell father how to manage his farm!” “In between times,” chuckled Mr. Branch, “you may use my old tele- scope to search the skies for your old friend, Bertie Franklin—thL.y say that he is now an accomplished flyer.” * * * * * - . The long summer drifted away, and Nancy “Yellow Bush” never saw or heard anything of the boy she had known so well. Then came one warm August night when she had walked down to the pas- ture to see the sunset. “How Bert and 1 used to love the sunset,” Nancy was thinking a little sadly, when out of the west something shone blackly against the crimson and gold of the evening. In the far dis- tance it looked like a bird, but it grew larger so rapidly that very soon Nancy saw that it was a monoplane and that if it did not swerve from its course it would probably pass directly overhead. So she ran into the pasture where the sunset turned her yellow head in- to a golden nimbus about her fair face, and watched the airplane. When the plane reached the old pas- tur, it seemed to pause, and then, won- der of wonders, it circled lower and lower. When the plane made a land- ing, it rolled easily across the grass to a standstill, not twenty feet away from the slender girl in the pale blue dress. There was one passenger in the plane and, when he stepped upon the ground, Nancy’s heart sank. Bertie Franklin had been rather a big young man, but this man in the leather gar- ments from head to heel was a ver- itable giant. When he stood before Nancy Branch, he removed his dis- guising spectacles and Nancy encoun- tered a pair of amazingly magnetic blue eyes. “Dear little Yellow Bush,” he mur- mured, and one strong brown hand came toward her, “Bert? Not Bert Franklin?” she stammered dazedly. “It is really you —really you,” she sighed, when they sat side by side on an old bench. “I have looked for you so often, Bert, and wondered if you were never com- ing back to see your friends again. Your old house is tumbling down for lack of attention from its owner.” “I know it,” he said soberly. “There is rather a reason, Nancy. Did your people tell you that, when father died, I could not find any private papers at all? Not one thing! He was de- lirious at the last before he sank into coma, and all he said was, ‘Yellow Bush—Yellow Bush—I forgot Yellow Bush’—and I believed that he meant you. He always called you that. And I think, Nancy darling, that poor dad was really trying to impress it upon me to make sure of you—Yellow Bush, see?” “I know he was very fond of me,” mused Nancy. “But, Bert, I don’t be- lieve it was anything like that. He was too keen a business man not to have provided for you.” “That does seem so, and yet 1 nev- er found a clew. Old Judge Peebles has produced a mortgage on our old place that will about swallow the whole thing, Once in awhile, 1 fly over my ancestral acres, and try to puzzle the thing out.” “I thought Judge Peebles was your father’s lawyer.” “He was for years—then he ana dad had a fuss about something, And dad withdrew all his affairs from the Judge’s hands.” “If your father said ‘yellow bush’ before he died,” said Nancy firmly, “he did not mean a foolish girl like me, He really meant that if you would dig down under one of the yellow bushes on your front lawn, youn would find something!” Bert Framklin stared at her, wide eyed. “One of those yellow bushes wae a special favorite with my moth- er, he said softly. “Nancy, tomor- row morning will you meet me at the old place and witness my digging un- der the yellow bush that had long been a favorite of my mother’s?” Sure enough, three feet down they found a large iron box where Bert found a substantial fortune awaiting him, and papers showing that the mortgage had been paid in full. “Now, will you marry me?’ asked Bert of the glowing girl beside him. “Why—I thought we were almost Joan Crawford | Handsome Joan Crawford, featured motion picture player, now playing leading roles for one of the prominent producing firms, was formerly a Win. | ter Garden beauty before she cast her lot with the “movie” studios. In- | cluded in her latest pictures are “Rose- Marie” and “Our Dancing Daughters,” in both of which she plays the lead- ing roles. Qe THE PATTON COURIER Look to the Leader for Leadership On Display Satu dy : uLy2 e SILVER ANNIVER Uncommon Sense By John Blake LIPSTICKS LONG AGO ECENT excavations about Ur, which as all cross-word puzzlers know is the Babylonian home of Abraham, have resulted in the dis covery of what seem to be rouge boxes and lipsticks. The quest of beauty, we thus dis cover, is older than written history. This gives some semblance of ex- cuse to the modern maiden, who, fancying red lips and pink cheeks will more readily lure masculine admira- tion manufactures them artificially .if she doesn't possess them. There is no reason to doubt that woman always tried to be pretty, even without the evidences of Ur. Her business was getting a husband, and husbands are singularly able to look through the windows of the fe- male soul and see it in all its worthi- ness. What they looked for in Ur, as well as today was a pretty face. The soul and the mind that goes with it doesn’t so much matter. Pretty faces are not so plentiful in this day and age, and they were prob- ably less so in Ur, when girls probably were not so well fed, and spent too much time at agricultural labor to attend to their beauty. So they had to pretend to be pret- ty, as many af the plain ones do now. * * - - * ad * The Ur discoveries seem to make the fussy question of “what are our girls coming to?” look rather silly. If paint and powder date back thou- sands of years, our girls aren't any worse than girls have been since Abra- ham’s time. As a matter of fact they are a good deal better—for they have added ed: ucation and intelligence to beauty, and no man can complain that they are dull company, which they may have been in the ancient days. As for the paint that they use, they would look funny, in a time when all women use it if they didn’t. That is just fashion—not as sensi: ble a fashion as short skirts and bobbed hair—and it will probably pass the quicker for that reason. * * * * * * . It will be noticed that country-bred girls, with natural coloring on their cheeks are even more fascinating to men than the artificially-beautified city maidens, and after that there will not 'be so much sale for cosmetics. In the meantime there is no evi dence, whatever, that paint or rouge or bobbed hair, or even a wider knowledge of the facts of life have injured the morality of young women. They are of the same sort they al ways were—the vast majority of them clean minded and happy, and they are far better able to take care of them- selves than were their sisters in Ur, who were glad to be wives, even if many of them had to be the wives of | a single husband. (Copyright.) engaged before you found your for- | (® by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) . tune!” cried Nancy happily. oS SARY PATTON, PA. PATTON AUTO CO. WHEN BETTER AUTOMOBILES ARE BUILT...BUICK: WILL BUILD TraM WOTTON CECE, The Mysterious One By DUFORD JENNE wee. EEE EOE (Copyright.) 6 ETTY, you must go to the dance —just think—at the Green Lane Inn, with our employers paying the bill!” one of the girls in the room urged. Betty's dark eyes were wistful, but she shook her brown head. “I'm short a man,” she said mournfully. Her eyes brightene&. “1 mfght ask the Hermit. He's handsome even if odd.” The girls laughed, and one went on to say: “Why, do it, Betty! There's some dark mystery in his life, and perhaps you could find out what it is and tell us” “Well, there is,” another girl vol- anteered. “Mrs. McCarty said he has hardly stepped out of his room except in the evening, and then he comes back with about every newspaper published in the city. Go ahead, Bet- ty, ask him. He's sweet on you.” “lI happen to be late in getting to my meals and so is he; that's the rea- son why we meet so often—" | “But not the reason why you sit | and chat so long,” one of the girls ob jected. “Ask him, Betty. It's a girl's party, you know.” Deane Norton certainly was some- thing of a mystery, but he was an attractive one, Betty often longed as she chatted with him to tease him out | of his solemn self. And she knew, on | her part, what his glance at her meant —a glance half tender, half wistful. According to his usual custom, the “Hermit” was about the last to ap- | pear at Mrs. McCarty’s dining-room table; -and Betty was waiting for him. His pleasant face brightened as he | saw her. “Good evening, Little Brown | Girl, I am glad you are as lazy as 1] am, and always late for dinner.” { “So your trouble is laziness—like | mine?” she questioned. He looked at her sharply, as if seek- ing some purpose she might have in asking such a question. She in turn was a bit startled at the sudden stern- mess in hig face. “There is something wrong about this man of mystery,” Betty told her- self. “And I must find out what it is” . So she told him about the dance, His first interest was keen, she could see, then he seemed to remember something, “I should like to go—I certainly should—but—" He hesitated. She prodded him, “You are a reg- ular hermit, Mr. Norton. Do come out of your cell and be human—with me— for one evening.” “Be human for one evening,” he muttered doubtfully. "I'd like to. Yes, I'll go.” She made her preparations for the | dance happily. She liked to think of being with him—and the thought gave her independent soul a start, Was she falling in love with her man of mystery? “This will neyer do, my dear, this | will never do,” she warned herself as she dressed. He was chatty and amusing and in- | teresting on the way to the dance | until they reached the main subway | downtown; then he seemed to grow | silent and uneasy. She was puzzled. | When they reached the inn, however, | he mellowed again; and soon she was | having one of the happiest times of | her life, The girls plainly admired him. Then came the scene of disaster. He and she were busily chatting at | one of the tables when Betty discov- | ered that three men had grouped | themselves about them. One flashed | a silver badge, and said quietly to | Norton: “Eller, we have you. Ad- | vise you to come quietly.” { Norton started. His face wore a look of infinite disgust, and he said | with deep despair: he turned to her. “Betty, I'm due for the police station. Have one of the | girls take you home.” [ Betty's heart was pounding. “What does this mean?” | “This friend of yours young lady, a murderer. We have | been hunting him for a month,” one | of the detectives said. “A murderer? 1 don’t believe it, | I'm going with you,” Betty said. | “Oh, d—.” Then |™ “We intend to take you,” the officer said curtly, “You may know some | thing.” { Norton remonstrated, but out the, went through a staring crowd. An automobile whirled them rapidly to the police ‘station, and Betty foun: | herself beside Norton facing a cold | eyed officer at the desk. The moment the officer saw Norton he stared and said with some disgust: “You here again!” { “Don’t blame me. Because 1 hap pen to look something like that con- founded Eller your dumb city cops have arrested me four times, I hid up in a boarding house in hopes that they would nab this Eller, and. then I could come out and live like a hu- man being. 1 was at a dance tonight, and these chaps spotted me,” The officer at the desk grinned “Young man, I'll have the commission er make out a letter for you, so if you are nabbed again you'll be safe Now, look”—he turned to the detec¢ | tive—“I've had him in here before, and I don’t want to see him again. Take them back—and see if you can’t learn the difference between a thug and a | gentleman.” Betty slipped her hand into Nor ton’s, and she felt his strong hand press hers. Her man of mystery was not much of a mysiery after all, but he was lier man just the same. 666 Cures Malaria and quickly relieves Biliousness, Headaches and Dizziness | due to temporary Constipation. 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