Greencastle Herald, Greencastle, Putnam County, 2 July 1921 — Page 2

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THE GREENCA5TLE HERALD

?ATURtAY < JULY 2, 1921

The HERALD

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UNLUCKY NUMBERS ON PHONE

Japanese Are Wary of Those Pronounced Like “Death.” It is interesting to tind science and superstition locking horns in connection with telephones in Japan. It is not strange to tind convenience “cutting a ligure" in the choice of numbers of instruments. A single figure pbone sells in Tokio for from 800 to 1,000 yentfSOO to $100) per year. The luckiest number, ih the estimation of business men, is 8, because the character for it spreads downward and suggests the idea of gathering m prosperity. No. 753 is also, a lucky number, because children are presented at Shinto shrines on their third, fifth and seventh birthdays. Indeed, odd numbers are lucky. Three figure numbers are not objectionable, it they are easy to remember, like 123 or 555. The most unlucky numbers are 42 and 4'J; because the former may be pronounced ‘'shini,” which means “to die," and fhe latter maybe pronounced "shiku,” which means "death’’ and “sufier,ng.” Therefore, it is said that these numbdl-s are avoided by individuals and are gen erally taken by government officers, achools, police stations, and other invincible institutions. Another interesting point, not of superstition, but of convenience, rather of inconvenience, is the fact that numbers are not abbreviated as in America, but are always given lu lull, liut the Japanese will doubtless before long see the time-saving element in saying "one, two, three, four,’’ instead of saying "one thousand two hundred and thirty-four.” As yet they are not in a great hurry.

THIS FISH IS MAGICIAN

Puffs Self Up So it Cannot be Swal-

lowed.

It is doubtless true that there are no mermaids in the sea and no Neptune with crown and flowing locks, but the species of life that do exist there are in many ways equally as interesUng as the mythological folk. Take the little putter fish, for example, which has attracted the attention of scientists from earliest ) tames on account of its shrewd habit of defending it sell by inflation. The moment it scents danger in the form of a larger fish, searching for a dinner, it instantly distends itself with water until it becomes almost spherical in shape, so that no ordinarily hsh could swallow it. Uirector II. C. Townsend of the New York Aquarium, placed a few good sized scup, or porgies, in a tank which contained a dozen young puffers about two inches in length, which the hungry scup attacked at once. Instantly the baby puffers inflated themselves and became a most globular in form, so that the larger flsh were unable to do more than knock them about like top balloons too large to be swallowed, and on which they could get no hold no matter how Lard they tried.—Popular Science Monthly.

MUSICIAN

INVENTS DEVICE

He Now Plays Violin and Piano at Same Time. An ingenious musiciaj has invented an apparatus by means vi w.dcb he can play the piano and violin at the same time. The bow of the violin Is held by a wire attached to an upright the height of the man’s shoulder aa he sits at the piano. The upright is supported by a base set upon four wheels which are moved by the left fooL The violin is supported from the piano by a brace with a hole large enough for the., player’s arm to pass thru. This arm enables him to tune the violin so that tne proper strings come in contact with the how operated by his foot. With his right hand he strikes the chords on the piano.

The Medical Wag. A medical student who prided himself on being a humorist was running down the steps of a hospital when h* met a fellow student. “Hello, Brown,” cried the latter, noticing that his friend looked pleased. “YouTe in a hurry. What’s the matter—any good cases?” “1 should think so!" replied Brown. “W’e’ve got a woman in the ward upatairs who is so cross-eyed that the tears run down her back.” "Bless me!” said his friend. "You can’t do anything with her, can you?” “I should think we can—in fact, we have,” cried Brown. “W’e’ve treated her for bacteria.”

The breast of the green field twinkled in the early morning with sequins of dew. The great, smooth lawn was hedged with thick bushes of olive bronze over which delicate pink Bowers traced exquisite patterns. The sun ttamed like a golden dragon in the east, and the silver dew gradually shrank from Its writhing rays. A gentle wind whispered through the flower grass and ruffled the wings of a scarlet crane that, on one black leg, surveyed the riot of gentle green. Presently across the grass walked a girl in white. She sang as she walked, and the crane twisted its head to listen and lifted a* eyelid to note the ripples of her white throat Her hair was jet black, and hung in gleaming masses to her knees. She swung her Ivory arms as she walked and sang. Her eyes, her lips, and her gait were evidences of her happy innocence. Once she stooped to pick a stalk of thistle down, and puffed away Its tiny feathers with childish pleasure. FYom the opposite corner of the field there now came a woman In black. The newcomer walked slowly, with head bent, as if thinking Her long chestnut hair was plentifully streaked with gray, the skin of her face was drawn tightly over her bones, and glorious gray eyes alone .remained to testify to a beauty that had once been hers. They met in the centre of the field, the girl In white and the woman in black. “Flowers for thy path, mistress," wished the girl. “Sunlight for thee In the dark places,” graciously replied the woman. The sadness of the countenance of the woman in black puzzled the girl. "You are in sorrow,” she said gently. The woman looked long into the girl’s eyes. “Yes, indeed, sweet maid. I endure the sorrow of the woman whose beauty has faded, and I must starve in the sunshine.” “I do not understand. Your eyes are beautiful but you are old. Why do you wish to be beautiful? Why must you starve?” "I will tell you If you wish 1L What is your name?” “Gratia. And yours?* "Augarde.” “I live in the woods over the third hill where the gorse Is most golden. My father traps the little animals that have the most velvet fur. We sell the furs to a trader and so we live. My father is always poor, so he says, but I am happy.” Both now sat on the green carpet, the white girl and the black woman. Behind them still meditated, on one black leg, the scarlet crane. "1 was once as pretty a child as you,” said the elder, "though perhaps more nobly born. 1 found my pleasure in the lovely things that grow, in the birds and al) gentle dumb animals. I sang as you were singing just now, and my heart was as light as yours. Then into my life came a man who loved me so that I loved him.” "A man loves me. Augarde. He tells me so every evening, when the sun is low. He Is a woodcutter, and very strong, but he is not beautiful like the sky, the grass and the water. He cannot make me love him." "No, Gratia, love has not entered your life as yet. Love, Is pure and sweet, but it is sorrowful. Love and gayety are not twins. But I must tell you of this brave lover of mine. He gave my father gold and horses and took me in exchange. 1 was brought to this country from a distant land and made the queen of my knight’s castle. True, I was one amongst other women, but I was queen. I entered upon a new life. Growing flowers were replaced by living Jewels. I trod on floors of polished green Jade instead of on cold grass. I never saw the sunlight, but soft, rose lamps tinted my skin with their delicate light. Instead of the music of wind and water they entranced my ear with the notes of amber lutes. I walked and slept in clinging silks. I bathed in scented water and was powdered with the down of roses. I ate only the sweetest, rarest foods and drank only the most inspiring wines. Black servants everywhere surrounded me so that I —a statue of rose and cream—should gleam the fairer. And he, my king, was always robed In purple, scarlet and gold. He worshipped me, and we were happy. That magic life lasted long, far longer than you would Imagine. Then came the day when with the years our dispositions changed He became tired, 1 fretful. Another took my place. I saw my king but rarely—then not at all.” Gratta's face was acarlet. She looked up at the narrator with parted lips, all wet ’’Tell me more of the life -before he tired." she whispered ’’Would you like that life?” "Augarde, Augarde, do you not wish to return?” ”1 may not return until I bring my master a maiden as fair as I was once. Till then I must starve In the sunlight. Gratia, do you know that I hate the sunlight now?" The girl burled her hot fare in Au garde’s lap. Her body was trembling "Tell me more, tell me more,” she whispered passionately. In the woman’s great gray eye? there now gleamed an evil light. Sht

drew the girl's raven hair away from her ears. Then softly and gently she whispered words of the frenzied Joy and anguish of the followers of Eros, bliss of the venery of strong lovers. Gratia listened greedily, and when the tale was ended hung her head. "It Is wonderful," she murmured; "It Is beautifully frightening." "Have you the courage to leave nature for a life like that, Gratia?" The girl looked up Into the sky, and It seemed sickly; down at the grass, and It seemed dry. She Inhaled the scents that the wind brought, and they did not satisfy. "It needs no courage, Augarde. But such bliss is not for me. I shall be wedded to a clod and die of heart ache, remembering what you have told me.” "You shall nob Be here at this hour to-morrow and you shall see my knight. If his blood be still young, he cannot resist your beauty.” "My—beauty!" Gratia paled. Then she smiled and showed her white teeth. She threw back her head and placed her hands on her breasts. The wind blew out her raven hair straight as a knight’s pennon. Augarde bit her lips with envy at auch young love-

liness.

"I shall be here to-morrow, Augarde." The girl waved her hand and walked coquettishly on her way. She did not sing, for her mind whs busy with appreciation of her beauty. The wind blerw gustily, and the scarlet crane spread its wings, drew up Its lega, and floated away to the marshes. The woman in black hurried away to the north, her eyes shining with renewed hope. • ••••* In the gleam of the following morning a knight and his enquires rode into the Held. The knight was a man of great stature, and his fair hair hung plentifully over his shoulders. His doublet was of silver and gold, and over It he wore a rich purple cloak. A scarlet plume nodded in his golden helmet. By his side rode the woman in black on a mule. Augarde pointed to the centre of the field where Gratia’s robe gleamed silver. The knight urged his horse forward and rode to the spot where the trembling girl lay prone. He looked at her curiously. Her face was hidden In her robe. Augarde dismounted and raised the trembling Gratia The girl looked up at the knight and the colors chased each other in her face. Her lashes drooped and she clutched her robe with her fingers of pearl. And the wind rose gently and blew out her raven hair straight as a knight's pennon. * The knight smothered an exclamation and turned to his esquires as if inviting their comments. But they were silent, each devouring the girl's loveliness with his eyes. "And is this the maid with whom you would buy luxury in your old age, Augarde?” "Yes, my lord. Ask her if she is willing to go with you. Her name is Gratia." "Gratia," said the knight gently, "will you come with me?” The girl looked Into his eyes, this time without fear. She did not speak, but the knight saw with mingled pain and pleasure the longing in her Tace. "Are you sure, Gratia, that nature will let you go? Are you not the gentle spirit of this fair lawn? Will the sky, the flowers and the grass let their little queen desert them? You do not realize that you will leave all that has made you happy hitherto.” “She does, she does, my lord,’’ cried Augarde eagerly. “I have told her, and she is most willing,” "Be silent,” said the knight harshly to Augarde. "Gratia, in my castle the wind and light shall not caress your hair. You shall not hear the birds sing, nor pick growing flowers. Love and rapture await you, it is true, but of a fiercer nature than you in your Innocence can ever estimate. Why do you wish to leave this sinless pleasaunce?" "She has told me,” said Gratia, pointing to Augarde; “she has said that life with you is the only life worth while, and, if she told me truly, I believe.” "She may not have told you truly.” "It does not matter. Her story has revealed to me that there is another life than this, a sweeter, stronger life. I feel the truth of it. Oh, will you not take me?" "Take you, my sweet creature! Why should I hesitate? And yet I would as soon rage an Eastern bird of light in an icy cellar. Tell me, what has she told you to convince you so absolutely?” But Gratia bung her head and did not answer. "Did she tell you of the lifeless hqurs, of the hard hurt of unbroken luxury, of raptures unenjoyed and the weariness of that which does not sat isfy?” But still Gratia did not an

swer.

"Has she told you of the canker now in her heart and the bitterness of her fight to regain the luxury which was her ruin?” “Ask me ten thousand questions, my lord, and you will never find the cause of my decision. We are worn en Augarde and Igand women alone understand the reason of what men call their madness " •’9o be It,” said the knight a little sadly He took from one of hla es quires a heavy purse of gold and gave It to Augarde. "Go with Gratia," he said, ”to her parents. Ask their consent. and give them the purse If they grant It. Then together you may join my household." Augarde and Gratia went to the woods over the third hill where the gorse was moat golden. • • 1 • • s • Outside the gata of ths knight’s

castle stood Gratia and Augarua. The elder woman's face shone with satisfaction and delighted anticipation, but there was a suspicion of sadness In Gratia's eager eyes. She had grieved to find her parents so ready to exchange her for gold, and she grieved to think that the young woodcutter's body now lay among the carp at the bottom of the great pool In the woods. She did not understand selfpunishment, and the young man's passionate action had shocked her who loved Ufe because it was all bo

happy.

A page escorted them into the presence of the knight. He sat in a lofty chamber with velvet hangings. With him was one of his esquires. The two were playing chess. There was no light In the chamber save one bright beam from a window where the curtains were parted to admit 1L The beam fell on the chess hoard and made the red and white ivory pieces glitter. The knight turned at once from his game and beckoned them into the

light.

"Then, Gratia, you have said good by. Does not your heart fall you even now?" "Passion and courage are the same things with women, my lord," interposed Augarde. "Perhaps you are right, but let Gratia speak for herself.” "1 am happy to be here, my lord.” The knight smiled. "Take her away. Augarde, and dress her In gossamer white silk. Give her some silver sandals se light as the first break of dawn. Bet a diamond star in her hair, and bid her be as happy as you women can in a gild ed prison.” Augarde took Gratia’s hand and led her away into a magic

world.

• ••••• Years later the breast of the green field where Gratia had met Augarde was coated with snow. The sun sparkled on It, and there a red breasted bird scratched the flaky bed. On the bronze green hedges In place of the pink flowers there were crimson berries. A cold wind occasionally flecked the snow flakes from their resting place and ruffled the wings of a scarlet crane that, on one black leg, surveyed the lake of white from its centre. Presently across the snow walked a girl in Our Lady’s blue. She sang as she walked, and the crane twisted Its head to listen and lifted an eyelid to note the ripples of her white throat. ^ From the opposite corner of the field came a woman in black. The newcomer walked slowly, with head bent, as If thinking. Her long raven hair was plentifully streaked with gray, the skin of her face was drawn tightly over her bones.'and glorious blue eyes alone remained to testify to a beauty that had once been hers. They met in the centre of the field, the girl in blue and the woman in

black.

’•Flowers for thy path, mistress,” fished the girl. ’’Sunlight for thee in the dark places," graciously replied the woman. . The sadness of the countenance of the woman in black puzzled the girl. “You are in sorrow." she said gently. The woman looked long into the girl’s eyes. "Yes, indeed, sweet maid. I endure the sorrow of the woman whose beauty has faded, and I must starve in the sunshine.” “I do not understand. Your eyes are beautiful, but you are old. Why do you wish to be beautiful? Why must you starve?” "I will tell you If you wish it What is your name?” ’’Miriam. And yours?” "Gratia” As the woman in black spoke her name the wind blew out her hair straight as a knight's pennon.—The Bystander.

OUR FAILURE

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U AM.

An Insinuation.

We Have to Ralae Too Much Money on the Little Islahd. “There's the devh and the deep sea about our uncommercial conquest, and a big interrogation point ad- the door of the Treasury.” This is!, the terse way in which Willard French sums up in the Booklovers Magazine, his indictment of the federal administration for its failure to look after the people of Guam. Successive goveiWu's, Mr. French declares, have done tlheir best, but they cannot accomplish the miracle of increasing benefits on decreasing revenue.” Under Spanish rule only one-fifth of the expense of the government was ever collected Id the island. % Four-fifths was always paid out of the home treasury. "The cost of living in Guam has been increased several hundred per cent since the American occupation, so that in reality our governors face the necessity today of raising twentyfive times as much money from the people of Guam as was ever demanded before our flag was raised. And this only to meet recurring incidentals without a thought of schools, sanitation, or other desirable innovations.” Some one ought to stir up the authorities on this matter or we shall continue to beer the reproach of being worse masters than the Spaniards were, even in their most rapacious days.

The Dislikes of Animals. Smoking a clay pipe, the circus actor sat in the winter training quarters. Under his supervision a thin boy was learning to ride erect on a quiet horse with a broad, flat back. "In some towns they won’t let ns show,” said the man, "unless we have no camels with us. Camels are a serious drawback to shows. Horses are so much afraid of them that lots of towns won't let a camel enter their gates. "A horse won’t go near a piece of ground a camel has stood on. The very smell of a camel in the air will make a horse tremble and sweat. And this fear isn't only found occasionally in a horse here and there. It is found In every horse all over the world. Queer, Isn’t it? I often wonder Why’it is. Cattle hate dogs in the same way, and cats hate dogs so, too. Here, though, we can account for the hatred Dogs in primitive times fed on cattle, no doubt, and even today, here and there, they will kill and feed on kittens. "Horses love dogs. I’m sure I don't know why. Dogs f“ar no animals but pumas and leopards. You can take a dog into a lion’s or a tiger's cage, and he will show no fear; but take him up to the cage of a puma or a leopard, and he will tremble and moan and slink away out of sight. “All very puzzling, isn’t it?"—Phtladelpnia Bulletin.

"Lady” and "Woman.” As to the rather subtle question of “gentleman," "lady,” “man," and "woman,” there is a difference (writes a correspondent) between the sexes. A duke must always be a man, unless he be, for the purpose of the conversation. a “gentleman.” with great emphasis of voice. Without emphasis, every man of gentleman’s rank Is a "man" always and in every social circumstance. But with women it Is entirely a matter of the adjective Without an adjective a woman is a ’Tady." Who ever asked, on hearing that a friend was to marry, "Who is the woman?” Nor do we say that we met a woman at dinner who told us so-and-so. But introduce the adjective, and the "lady” Is at once a pretty woman, a well-dressed woman, rather a dull woman.—London Chronicle.

Ay! There’s the Rub. The amateur sociologist was airing his views to an admiring and highbrowed audience. A professional politician, cleverly disguised as an eastside settlement worker, had managed to pass the sacred portals, and was obscurely ensconced in a dark corner. “Graft is the curse of the American Government!” exclaimed the amateur sociologist. "The rich man can buy his way to political power, not that he wishes to serve the people, but simply to Increase his wealth." “Hear! Hear!" cried the high- J browed audience, after the manner of , the English. "Huh!” cam* a grunt from the 1 corner. "We don’t want the rich man in • politics,” continued the speaker, j "What this country needs in office is i the poor man.” "How are you going to keep him j poor?” came a strident voice from the coFner. And the amateur sociologist was forced to admit that he hadn't thought of that.—New Work Times. The Coet of Living. “Do you call this a fresh egg, madam?” he asked, as he turned from his piat* to the landlady “Sir!” she said. In a volne meant to paralyse him clear through, “I am no hen and I do not know I am simply a poor, overworked landlady, who rune behind expeasee every month.”

A woman may not really be able to love more than one man at a time, but she certainly can make a good bluff at It

Many a man fives the devil his due when he Isn’t so charitable with hts neighbor*

Warding Off Old Age. A famous French general, when asked how it was that he had such an erect carriage, replied that it was because he bent over and touched the floor with his fingers thirty times every day. If he had acquired rigidity of the spine so that he could not do that, be would have had with it wtok abdominal muscles, which result In portal congestion. This portal congestion Interferes with stomach digestion and with the action of the liver. The poison-destroying power of the liver is lessened, sutointoxicatlon results, and arteriosclerosis and old age come on at a much earlier day. But by keeping the spine flexible and the abdominal muscles strong and taut the portal circulation Is kept free and old age Is held off —Good Health. Safe Spot From Seasickness. “The office window” man of the London Chronicle, having tried it, declares that there is one place in a ship where the voyager may be at rest This writer discovered it during a mid-Atlantic storm, when he went down to the bathroom, tumbled into a warm set bath, and floated. The vessel was performing the most amaziag antics, but the water In the bath kept Its usual gravity, aad the bather floated with a smile upon Ms bosom. Provision for a bath between Dover and Calais would probably solve the difficulty that has pusiled the world since the Greeks named nausea.

Black Smoke ae Power. A novel method of puttlag black smoke to practical use bas been discovered at one of tha large fantorles In Belgium The smoke is taken from the chimney and ran through a place that Is filled with a stream of petroleum which absorbs the smoke and generates a gas which Is burned and used to run gas eagines

When a man returns from a visit to h!e folks, his wife looks at him as much us to say, "What have they bsm doing to poison your mind valnst me NOW?”

He—Don't you think Miss Thirtyodd looks awfully sweet this evening? She—Oh, I suppose so; but 1 never did care for preserves. All for Art

Palette—So you really think that Dauber takes his art seriously? Mahistick—I certainly do. Why, be sacrificed hia wife and family to it, ami even came near suffering hardships himself.—Life.

Cuffless Bards. Do you think it would be realistic If I should say the poet dashed off his inspirations on his cuffs?” asked the young writer. No. responded the wise editor. "Very few poets can afford cuffs.”

Asked and Answered.

"I say, doctor,” queried the man who was looking for free information, “can you tell why liquor maket my nose red?" "Sure thing,” calmly reVlied the M. D "Because you drink it.”

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"Arte you fond of music?" asked Miss Cayenne of her guest of honor.

“Very.”

“Then 1 won't ask Mr. Bliggins to sing.”—Washinjjton Star. Amenities.

RECORD. ROAD WEAR AND TEAR Machine "ranemits All Vinations to Roll of Paper. A machae has been tltristo in tbe Georgia Shoul of Technology by no uns of which the wear tud tear upon roadt may he accurately measured. A ncording mechim;.-® on a toothed wtstl is held m contact with point by a spring. The wheel of the machine ri*es aud talla ua it passes over irreMarities in the road surface ami thMe variations are transmitted to the record in horizontal lint s drawn upon a continuous roll of paper by the pencil attached to the ma> l.inc. The apparatus is light enough to be drawn over the road by the man making the test. If it la useo at intervals over the roads of a given area the changes due to the wear and tear of the surface can be accurately determined.

A Quick Response, Speaking of the helpful spirit, it it much in evidence in a dry’ town,” remarked a traveler. "Y ou surprise me.’’ “Yes. On one occasion w hile visiting a town of that sort 1 requested the loan tf a corkscnw. Nine prominent citieug who wire lounging in the hotel lobby at the time hastened to oblige me, and every blessed one of them asked me ag a personal favor to let him draw ths cork.”

Her Shifting Form. "A young man lis formed at 25.” “A young ady, too. But she has to alter the superstrketure tyu quently to

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meet fashion's vagaries.”

We haven't mulch use for misers, but it is far better to freeze on to your money than to burn iL

GLENDORA

THE WONDER COAL, COSTS MORE, WORTH MORE.

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Miss Hragg—Mr. Hansom enlled to see me Iasi Tuesday evening. Miss Snappe—Yes, 1 told him you wouldn’t be home that evening.— PhiUidelphia Ledger.

Worse Than That. “Do you think that the governor’s r * marks were epon^Rn* ’Worse® They dTousi"—Hetroit

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