A a 4 ab ANE ec a \ 1 ? Effervescent A COMPLETE NOVELETTE Everton By Evelyn Gill Klahr The house first attracted attention because of an irregular blotch of pink paint on the front. But it held the attention on account of the two young people on the veranda. To the passerby they presented the picture of felicity. The veranda—cool, wide and shady —Ilooked out on the prettiest street of the overgrown country town—a street of broad lawns, of houses that} were homes, of big trees, generous of shade, the girl was young and attrac- tive, a bit too thoughtful perhaps, but as charmingly gowned and as pretty as the most frivolous; the man was handsome, on slightly sterner lines than those prescribed by popular magazine covers, but nevertheless dis- tinctly handsome. The passerby, might envy, but a close observer could see that this was not a scene of unadulteratéd happi- ness. The girl, Ruth Everton, who was visiting her sister, Mrs. Hillock, sat in the swing and stared just beyond the man, not at him, while one an- noyed little foot kept tapping on the veranda floor. The man, Frank Gra- ham, was distinctly gloomy, and his jaw was set grimly, as for battle. “Of course,”’said Ruth bitterly, “if you don’t care anything about children -—if you aren’t interested in what is best—" He interrupted her a bit indig- nantly. “But it is exactly because I do care. Can’t you see that it isn’t fair to your jittle nephew to let him grow up an undisciplined individual, meddling with their affairs—" She in turn interrupted. “Why aren’t you willing to get at Lhe bottom of this? Now, you'll surely agree that half of the machinery of cur civilization is just for those two purposes; to develop man’s reason and to make him social-minded. “Isn't that true? Schools and co!- leges and libraries and churches and everything? All right. Now here comes along a child with those two characteristics already remarkably developed, and what do you want to do? “you want to destroy them utterly —turn him into an obedient littie automation, just so he'll be less trouble for the present, and then expect him to acquire them all over again when he grows up. Oh, it drives me wild— simply wild!” “In other words,” dryly commented Graham, “he should be encouraged to daub pink paint on the front of his house, and so put the family to con- siderable expense and trouble to have | it done over—to say nothing of mak- ing the place, look ridiculous until it is done. That’s the sort of impulse, I suppose that you want to conserve.” “I think the generous impulse back 5 of it,” she retorted, “the desire to[ give pleasure is the most precious thing in the world and certainly ought to be conserved” Frank Graham smiled a sardonic smile to himself and said nothing. Ruth Everton stared coldly beyoad him. Presently from the house came Mrs. Hilleock, mother of little Everton, the terrible young cause of this contro- versy between Ruth Everton and the man she was going to marry. Mrs. Hillcock sank wearily into a wicker chair. “Oh, deary me,” she sighed. She was an extremely pretty woman, but always had the air of being, though sweetly good-natured about it all, completely done up and winded by the strenuous complexities of her life. “Well, I certainly wish I knew what 1 ought to db,” she declared. Ruth leaned forward encouragingly. “Something about Everton?’ she in- quired. “Yes, I really think I ought to keep him home from little Effie White's birthday party this afternoon, to pun- ich him for that paint, but how can i when he’s been looking forward to it all week?” It seemed to Graham as if the girl fairly glodted over her advantage over him. Of course, he couldn't interfere in this strictly family affair while she, as the child’s aunt, could. “But you must remember,” Ruth Yas saying, “that his motive was the kindest. He wanted to paint the whole house pink as a surprise for you.” “well,” he succeeded,” replied his mother grimly “I was surprised But this sort of thing must stop,” she added desperately, “or we'll be stark staring mad!” Her instincts as hostess made her include Graham in the conversation. “pid you hear about that birthday party he gave last week?” ‘No, Graham had not. “Well, it’s an awful story,” Mrs. Hillcock confessed. You see, Everton is perfeetly obsessed on the subject of parties. He thinks it is the height of earthly bliss for an individual to have one. One day last week he discovered it was the birthday of our chaufferur’s little boy—little colored boy, you know —and Everton, entirely unknown to us, had a party for him in the garage. «He didn’t want to trouble me, he said afterward, and I really think that was the reason he didn’t tell we. Well, anyway, he took a big fruit cake from the cellar and invited all the children in the neighborhood, and they consumed the entire monstrous cake.” She shook her head in weary re- membrance. “This neighborhood fur- inshed considerable practice for the medical profession that night.” Graham cast a surreptitious glance at Ruth. She seemed quite serene about it. “But really I don’t think that was as bad as the tulips,” Mrs. Hilloex went on. “Did Ruth tell you about the tulips?” she inquired of Graham No, Ruth had not told him “Well, that was last spring,” Mrs Hillock explained. “Oh, dear, dear!” she sighed. “That was awful! You see Mrs. Templeton right here beside us on the left has perfectly wonder- ful tulips. “She gets them from Holland—some rare wonderful variety and awfully expensive. Then there’s Mrs. Allen who lives a little further on down the street who goes in herself for a chaste plain expanse of lawn and thinks flower beds and all that sort of thing extremely rocco and in very bad taste. “Well, one day Everton heard hei congratulate Mrs. Templeton on her wonderful tulips, gand say that she really envied her—perfectly insincere, for she wouldn't have them for a gift, but how was Everton to know that-- and Mrs. Templeton said that indeed they were getting almost too much for her, and sometimes she thought there were too many for beauty. “Of course, she didn’t mean it. She wouldn't have parted with one for worlds. But how, I repeat was Ever- ton to know? So that outrageous child carefully reasoned it out ani then made all arrangements for ther. Since Mrs. Templeton had too manv fand Mrs. Allen wished for some, he simply transplanted a hundred or so from one place to the other “And both women were furious, simply furious. I sent our gardener right over to repair the damage, and fairly prostrated myself in apologies, but that didn’t seem to help.” “But it was sweet of him,” insisted Ruth. He supposed, of course, that it hadn’t occurred to them what to do to prevent the child from painting the house pink another time?” “But he knows that we are all dis pleased about it—that he’s made us trouble,” Ruth insisted. He'll never paint the house again. He wanted only to make us happy. “But what's to prevent him from do- ing something else just as outrage- ous?” “1 sincerely hope,” declared Ruth with conviction, “that there is nothing to prevent his always reasoning things out and acting on every generous iui pulse.” They couldn’t let it alone. It had begun a day or so before with a few idle comments on the case of Everton, and had suddenly erown into a full bodied controversy. A day or so before they had been bappy in their mutual love, and now this thing seemed to have eclipsed it entirely—to have done away with ir, somehow, leaving them only this eternal wrangling between them. “Why can’t you see?” Graham kept demanding of himself. “If he's that sort of a person!” Ruth kept repeating to her heart. All that afternoon the controversy kept them in its clutch, until at last Ruth, scarcely knowing wha she was doing until it was done, slipped the diamond solitaire from her left hand. “I can't marry anyone I wrangle with like this,” she declared. He took the ring dully. He had not dreamed it would come to this Nor had she dreamed he would take it, and would let it end so easily. And so it was over, that which had seemed as permanent as the hills; ras over so easily that they scarcely knew what had happened. He found his hat and walked in dull bewilderment down the street. Ruth, left behind, still sat in the swing, frightened, despairing, deso- late. She could not keep her eyes from her ringless finger, so symboli- cal of the emptiness of her heart. Presently Everton returned, buoy- antly enthusiastic over his afternoon. He had had a wonderful time, bul Ruth, absorbed in her own misery, scarcely listened to it. As a matter of fact Everton him- self scarcely realized how wonderful it had been, nor would he have had the words to do justice to it . His al truistic little heart had been charmed with the whole arrangement. He particularly liked the idea of every guest bringing Effie a present. It was at his suggestion that ISffie had stood at the gate to receive the gift before the giver was permitted to enter, an idea filched by Everton from modern trolley methods. Ki fie’s mother, little dreaming the truth, had to stand at the gate to receive her guests. Everton himself had officiated with her at the gate, and had even loaned her his masculine strength when one small child without a gift attempted to enter. The little guest, determined to have hospitality, determined not to be deprived of his party, pullel valiantly at the gate. Everton, bound that the custom of gift giving be preserved, by force, if nes d be, held the gate firmly in hts taf strong, little hands and reasoned iio his grave, earnest way “But why did you come without a present?” “But I didn’t have anything.” “You should bought thing.” “But there wasn't time.” “You'd have time to get something now and be back befofe the party is over.” have some- And the baffled little guest had to run home frantically, in desperate fear of missing the party altogether and had returned in due time, bearing his tribute. So the party had been a perfect suc- cess, and Everton had come home glowing with delight over the way it had all turned out so beautifully for the birthday child. Ruth with her half-hearted atten- tion gathered little of this from his discourse, but Everton's mother gath- ered enough to send her flying to the telephone. Presently, a look of horrified amuse- ment on her face, she came out to the veranda to find Ruth. “That outrageous child!” Everton followed her to the veranda and listened, gravely interested, while his mother explained the outrage of the afternoon to Ruth. “It was a good idea to have him eo home for the present,” he insisted, “ ‘cause then Effie got the present.” “Everton, Everton!” mother, “you've just got to stop hav- cried his weary ing ideas. “ldeas are all right for grown ud folks,”he explained to Ruth. “Don’t you wish they was some way—" “There were,” his mother corrected. “There were,” he agreed amiably. “Don’t you wish there were some way vou could have a trap door for little boys’ ideas so they couldn’t get out— couldn't get out at all—until they were grown up?” His mother shook her head hope- lessly. “Don’t 1 there were!” she sighed. She turned to Ruth. “What am I to do,” she appealed to the girl, “put spank, just plain spank?” Ruth's faint, weary. She had paid so cruelly already for her interest in the problem of Ever ton that she hadn't any spirit left wish protest was to go on. But after supper when the child and his mother gravely retired to- gether to an upper chamber, she waited miserably in the swing, guilty to think that her championship had been so feeble. Presently Everton rejoined her on the veranda and with a book seated himself on his little chair. He was very serious and quiet, but there was no tinge of resentment in his manner, nor indeed of any emotional disturb- ance, except that as he leafed through his book he occasionally winked very hard. The bond of sympathy that draws together unhappy souls soon brought Ruth to the child's side, and because it is easiest to unburden one’s heavy heart to those whose hearts likewise are heavy it was Everton who first heard of Ruth’s broken engagement. “Won't he marry you at all?” in- quired Everton. “Never,” said Ruth, “never in all this world!” He looked at her pitingly, gravely, and though he had no words of sym- pathy to offer Ruth felt a little com- forted. But though he had nothing to say. the generous mind of Everton had already begun to reason out thing to help her. A party, he thought. Parties had been, on the whole, dis- astrous for him, but he had not lost faith in them, especially parties with presents, for see how happy little Effie some- had been at hers! So he slipped out of his chair and down the street, pleasantly aglow with his generous purpose, a littie knight ever ready for kind deeds and for the serving of others—no impul- sive little blockhead rushing thoughrt- iessly into action, but a philosophe. carefully working from cause to effect. For example, with each of the many invitations he issued that evening he carefully explained the entire tragic situation of his deserted aunt, know- ing full well that a sympathetic heart makes a generous hand. He invited alike the discreet and the gossip, unaware that the eyes of the gossips danced at the news and that they chafed to be off and spreading it. He came to Frank Graham, and stopped hesitant. yraham stopped, too. “Hullo, son'” he greeted him. Everton was too absorbed in his mission to return the greeting. “Would you like to give a present too?” he inquired. “That depends. To whom?” “To my Aunt Ruth.” Graham's eyes opened wide. —er—" he stammered. Everton went on with his explana tion. “I'm giving a surprise party for her tomorrow. With presents. BEe- cause she feels so bad that you won't marry her.” Graham's interest suddenly became “Why a flaming thing that made his eyes blaze. He asked a few pointed questions, and then, outstriding Everton, hasten- ed down the street to be where he be- longed, at the side of his girl during the mortifying experience. Ruth's eyes grew big and a little frightened at the sight of him. “Come indoors,” he bade her. Then in the big twilight-dimmed living room he drew her close to him with a little murmuring sound of comi- fort. For a moment she half resisted and then yielded herself to his arms, not understanding, but infinitely glad ot his presence again. Then with his arm still comfort- ingly around her, he explained the astonishing mission of little Everton “Oh! no—no—" she gasped in hor- ror. And then beyond all doubt, just because she knew him so well, she gave a moaning little laugh The picture was vivid to her eyes of how little Everton's tale would be rassed around gloatingly in the over- grown country town where everyone convinced knew everyone else. And she knew how it would grow and grow. “Oh! what a good time they’ll all have with the scandal!” she groaned. “Maybe,” she wondered, “Maybe it serves me right that my own theories about Everton have come back on me like this.” “But the joke's on them, dear, when they flnd out we are to be married.” She looked at him with grave in- quiring eyes. “As if it could be otherwise!” he answered her silent question. “Dear, think of it,” he went on. “If Everton has brought your theories down on vour shoulders like this see what he has done to mine! Why! if that blessed child had been the suppressed little mortal I advocated, we might never have—" He stopped, appalled at the awfulness of the thought. Their arms caught each other in the twilight and tightened their hold. Irom the veranda they heard the high little explaining voice of Everton returned, and then the baffled groan of the mother. “Everton, Everton, Everton! What will you do next. Ruth in the living-room murmured to her lover, “After all, dearest, we don’t have to solve Everton.” “Thank God we don’t!” he mur- mured reverently. SMILE--It Pays In one of the southern training camps, a profane and perspiring in fantry sergeant was doing his best to pound into the heads of a squad of exceedingly raw “rookies” the rudi- ments of military science. When the sergeant gave the order, each willing recruit of the squad made a commendable effort to execute it, but every little rookie had a move- ment all his own, with highly unsatis- factory results. “As you were!” bawled the ser- geant. At this point the proceedings wer: interrupted by a recruit from Boston, who before enlisting had been a Har- vard student. “Beg pawdon, sawgeant,” said he, “put wouldn't it be moah propah (0 say, ‘You will restore the status quo yor ante “Look here,” he cried, “I can’t sleep you don’t make him stop, I will!” “Come in, sir—come in!” said the kid’s father. You'll be as welcome as the flowers in spring. “What kind of a Jones?” “Jones! Why he's a duffer. Why do you ask?” player is Mr. Can’t play a stroke. “I'm going to play against him to- raorrow in the visitor's handicap.” “Too bad, old chap! I'm afraid you're in for a beating.” They were entertaining the minister “Hello, Tom,” said a man from the north who had returned to his birti- “I heard that 2s place for a brief visit. Bill killed a man. Is it true “Sure!” replied Tom. He chased the fellow three days with a shotgun, finally got a good bead on him and biffed him right through the lung.” “And killed him?’ queried the northerner, with horror. “You bet!” “Well, how is it that they didn’t lynch Bill for coldblooded murder?” “Well, the fellow that Bill shot didn’t have a friend on earth, so the game warden just fined Bill $2 for huntin’ without a license.” Governor Smith of New York re- cently said at a dinner in Albany: “The opponents of female suffrage take a jaundiced view of things. Taney are like the old Batch. “<q gee that Jones has married his cook, a man said to Batch at the club. “ ‘Humph. Batch snorted. fight than eat.” a That’s just like Jones, ‘He'd always rather As he weighed out the sugar the grocer’s boy whistled lustily. “Don’t you know that it is very rude to whistle while you are waiting on a lady?” said the elderly customer, se- verely. “Well, the guv-nor told me to do it when I served you,” explained the boy. “He told you to whistle?” said the customer in great surprise. Great Lives Teach te Child The Young Look Up to the Successful The Young Naturally Look Up to and Reverence the Successful I cannot think of a finer service that parents can render a child than to help him rightly to appraise the moral worth of men and women well known, of the best-known, of the so-called great, says Dr. Stephen S. Wise. To reveal Washington or Lincoln to a child is to inspire and enrich a child, not only by placing a Titanic figure in the Pantheon of his imagination, but by making clear what are the great- nesses of the great. Shrines of the Child It was said of a most learned and distinguished Englishman that he had no shrines. I am not afraid that American children will be shrineless, but I am concerned about the Amer- ican child having shrines worthy of his reverence and honor . Parents cannot expect to reveal to a child the essence of greatness and nobleness in another until after they have answered for themselves the question of what great- ness really is—until they know that greatness is not a matter of passing fame, but of abiding worth, moral and spiritual, and that in a democracy no man is great who does not greatly serve. Courageous Parents I would warn people against the danger of filling the shrines of their children with second and third and coven fifth rate figures. Parents must have the courage to say to a child. “This man, however well known, i: not worthy of your respect, for he lacks nobility. This man, however rich or powerful, is not a truly great and noble person.” We owe our children the truth at all times and under all circumstances Let parents be generous in their ap praisals of the worthy, but let them be unsparing in their condemnation of those who are unworthy of a childs love and reverence. A Bean With Supernatural Powers Savage disciples of Voodoo worship in the American tropics ascribe supe natural powers to the jack bean. These tribesmen plant a row of the seed around their rude gardens in the belief that the plant will punish tres- passers. This cusiom was doubtless brought by negro slaves from Africa, where the very similar sword or fetich Lean is thus worshipped. But the Plant Industry, United States Department of Agriculture, fails Bureau of to support this weird belief concern ing the bean. Nor do these scientists find much else to recommend this plant stranger from the West Indies. bean it from The jack appears abundant experiments, is a prolific plant. It is not unusual for the seeds in their 14-inch pods of a jack-bean plant to outweigh its own herbage: and the herbage, if cut green, fre- quently crops at the rate of 16 to 20 tons per acre. This wonderful pro- ductiveness makes the bean a favorite of the get-rich-quick gentry who seek to introduce a new and marvelous plant. This popularity promoters ac- commercial among unscrupulous counts in part, at least, for the num- “Yes'm! He said if we ever sold vou anything we'd have to whistle for the money.” A woman went into a railroad office to buy a ticket for her son who was about to emigrate to Canada, and while the man was looking up the particulars she chanced to look around and no- ticed in a glass case a stuffed Canadian moose, “What kind of an animal is that?” she inquired. “Oh,” said the man, “that’s a Can- adian moose.” “Well, if that’s the case,” she said, I wouldn't ‘What must “I'll have my money back. let my son go out there. the rats be like. The man in the next flat was with your kid yelling like that! If pounding on the wall. at dinner, and after dessert little Johnny pressed the minister to have another piece of pie. The minister laughed. “Well, John- ny, if you insist, I will have another.” “Good!” said Johnnny. “Now, ma, remember your promise. You said if you had to cut into the second pie I could have another piece!” “I've no doubt about this case,” said the lawyer's clerk to his chief. “One look at that fellow over there convinces me that he is guilty.” “Hush!” said the lawyer nervously “That's the counsel for the defense.” The young man was a devout lover of opera. All through the second act his hostess had chattered and smirked, entertaining the small party in her box and disturbing a large part of ihe audience. “You must come again,” she said. as he wished her “Good night“.” “Come on Thursday. It's ‘Manon.’ Have you heard Manon?” |erous aliases under which the jack bean is “Pearson bean.” “Wonder bean,” “Gotani bean,” “South American coffee bean,” etc., are only a few of the names in which the jack bean has been rechristened. known. It has some value in the South as a green manure crop, and there is evi- dence to show that it may be a good silage crop when cut green. Cattle do not relish the jack bean bay, nor do they make gains upon the ground seed, which product they must be taught to eat. The bean is eaten by natives of Mexico, but most experimenters de- scribe it as flat and coarse in flavor The seed contains a large propor- tion of a material known as urease and used in medicines, but the demand for the product is extremely limited. After all, the scientists warn the prospective buyer of “wonder beans” to have a specimen identified, or else confine the first plantings to small areas until the doubtful values of the bean are better established and a bet- ter market provided than seems to ex- ist at present. “No,” he responded gravely; “I've never heard you in ‘Manon.’ ” Little Jimmy went with his mother to stay with an aunt in the country, and his mother was very worried as to how he would behave. But to her surprise he was angelic during the whole visit—always did as he was told, and never misbehaved. As soon as he got home, however, he was his natural self again. “Oh, Jimmy,” she said, “you were so good while you were away, why do you start behaving badly now?” “What's home for?” asked Jimmy in pained surprise. Barly inscriptions made about 2,200 B. C. show that the Babylonians had developed a fairly extensive system of figuring. 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The Short Skirts Survives “We have already announced the survival of the short skirt,” writes Helen Koues in an article in May Good Housekeeping, “and now the couturiers of Paris have decreed that this skirt shall be pleated. Box- plaits, accordion plaits, side-plaits, “pin” plaits—no matter what, so long as the skirt is plaited. Jenny plaits a tailored skirt all around at the waistline—three-quarter-inch plaits —and makes no attempt to disguise the resulting fullness. Other Jenny skirts show plaited panels, and one in finely plaited blue serge, is finished on the edge with a narrow, confining band to insure the straight silhouette. The movement of this skirt in walking is very pretty. “Jenny shows very finely plaited black satin flounnces below a hip- trimmed with galon cire, plaited pan- els in otherwise plain skirts and much plaited or fluted serge, satin, and or- gandy in the form of ruffs and rushes as trimming. “IL,anvin shows straight skirts plait- ed in front and back, with the plain panel edges overlapping on the sides. Premet shows box-plaited tailored skirts—the plaits not less than an inch wide—below jackets which are close- fitting to the waistline and slightly below. Doeuillet makes much of plaited panels and flounces.” Long before the late war, liquid firo was used in warfare, especially by the Byzantine Greeks. It is not generally known that a hen, when sitting, turns her eggs entirely around once a day. Don’t Sell Your Old Tires Send Them To Us By Parcels Post. 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