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The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1913-03-11

their neighbors, attending occasional
meetings OF clubs TO which they be-
long or the grange; perhaps an occa-
sional party or q journey to town for
part OF day, Sometimes they get
away for O. visit Of week or so, but
not often. With roads as they are all
OF these are denied many Of them at
seasons of the year and t'ley must re-
main patiently at home endeavoring
to find contentment in their lot, aud
It takes the patience Of Job to do It,
Really do not see how farmer can
look his vito or daughter in the face
when there - q poor road before his
home or in the Deighborhood.
The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1913-03-11

said. when you stop to think Of it
Ohio IL, after al. only . huge cooper.
ative enterprise In its governmeptal
aspect, and every citizen is q stock
holder. am business man and live
in town. To my mind ! regard good
roads from the standpoint Of an In.
vestment and am looking for profit.
able investments all the time. II the
highways. which lead from the rural
districts to my store, are in good con-
diticn and the farmer can come In
without his wagon and buggy, horse
and harness being put to the hard
ships Imposed by poor and muddy
roads. II Is easy 70 see that he win
The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1913-03-11
FARMER TALKS
OF GOOD ROADS
Caa See No Reason for Even
Slight Opposition.
PLAIN BUSINESS PROPOSITION

His Arguments In Favor Of Better
Highways Confirmed BY Merchant.
Why Women In Rural Districts
Grow Tired Of LIE On the Farm and
Sigh For Social Activities Of City.
IT is impossible to understand. .
said a well known and prosperous
farmer from the central part Of the
state who was in Columbus the other
day, why any man who lives in the
country should oppose the proposition
for improved roads in Ohio. I know
The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1913-03-11

The facts relating to life on the farm
and the highways will be driven home
as probably they were never driven
before. Two of the presiding officers
at the congress will be Lieutenant
Governor Hugh l.. Nichols and Speak
er Charles l.. Swain. both OF whom
are enthusiastic In favor OF the things
for which the congress stands.
The program will he equally inter
esting to those who live npor ths
farm or In the city. II is TO be an
event unique in the history Of -l.e
state and will combine features w,..sb
while most insIructiye will lot ixea
In Entertainment.
The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1913-03-11

that the rural people as rule are
In favor Of the proposition. but here
and there YOU can find a man who
can not see things in the light Of his
own advancement.
when analyzed down there 10 moth
ing to 1t but plain. business proposi.
ti0n, question Of dollars and cents
When the people in the country awak.
en- to this fact you will find the vast
majority Of them quick to endorse the
good roads movement and give it their
most earnest support"
''You are eight. my friend" said a
man who overheard what had been
The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1913-03-11

way committees in the two branches
of the general assembly. and other
rural life and good roads enthusiasts.
he called congress to be held in
Memorial hall. Columbus. March 10
and 13.
Rural Life and Good Roads the
title under which the congress Is to be
held, expresses its purpose exactly.
Questions touching these two sub.
jects are to be treated in addresses
by the most advanced men and won.
en- in the country. Governor Cox him.
self will speak. and the others will in
clude people of national reputation
The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1913-03-11

Mr.. and Mrs. Clyde Jacobs ana
daughter Of Martinsburg are visiting
relatives in the city.
The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1913-03-11
BLAZE
In Home ExtiaguIshed Before
Department Arrived

A small fire was started in the kit.
chen OF the G. s. Miller home at 5i3
East Burgess street at 1880 o'clock
Friday afternoon by an over-heated
gas stove. The wall near the stove
was damaged slightly. but the blaze
was extinguished before the fire de.
partment wagons arrived on the
scene.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14
so BACK HE CAME.

An official of the Superior Court ot Cook County. Illinois, which has Juris diction in the matter of the natural ization of foreigners, tells the follow
 I'm October last man named Au. gust Hulzberger took out his first papers, As he was about to leave the courtroom he was observed to sean very closely the official envelope in which had been enclosed the document that was to assist in his naturalization.
 'In few days August again turned up. Presenting himself to the clerk of the court, he bestowed upon that dignitary broad Teutonic smile, say
 "sVe11, here vosp
 "'Pleased to see you, I'm sure said the clerk, with polite sarcasm. Would you mind adding who you are and why you are here?
 August seemed surprised. He ex- hibited his official envelope. It says, "Redurn in five days,"' he explained, F11nd here l VOSP
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

you see mention the word frankly why not do the next best thing? Why not allow me an hours comfort 1T your rooms? I will smoke not more than two of your cigars; I will sample your whiskey if it strikes me good You have a fire? Then it only re mains for me to assure you that ar | frequently honest-vI sometimes attrib- ute my troubles to the trait-and shall, pardon my plain speaking touch nothing in your rooms unless il is food I find more or less openly displayed on the sideboard. Ter hope you have a sideboard."
 Hardman stared through this speect and the end of 1t found him still star amazed. His every instinct bade him say Rats" and continue on his way The mans eyes held him; they boost ed to heights where he was wanted IUnwillingly he rose. Berating himself for a fopl. topping 1aI g9s on the pinnacle d oi held him, he handed over the key The man took it with light careless ness that was reassuring. Hardman had somehow expected him to run and had instinc ctively put one foot for ward preparatory to following Now he felt a little absurd and laughed. q shall be back in an hour" he said.
 
 to stop for awhile, I'm afraid, in order to let me in." Hard; nan was con- scious of vicious desire to be more unhappy than he was. With the wrong girl thing to be inevita b1y faced, he almost hoped that the beggar would steal everything in the place or at least smoke his best cigars and break his decanters. He was delighted to have his troubles pile; high, and he laughed sardonically as the man started toward the apartment house, only stopping to add:
 'fI shall have to know where your apartment is. I can't try this key in every door. you see.' He smiled, req soinably, and Hardman explained: right of the eleVator."
 ssAh, yes" said the baggar, as though 1t was thing he had merely forgotten. and sauntered away, show ing Hardnan a ragged, nonchalant and somewhat elegant back.
 The door of the ,third-hoor apart ment, to the right of the elevator, opened on the beggar's manipulation of the key, and he entered. He hung his hat on the rack; hole came upper most, and turning it so that it hung to better advantage, he smoothed his scant hair and strolled into the big sitting-room. He looked about for a moment, then exclaiming, Dear, dear, what deplorab1e carelessnessw went over to the fire and kneeling, rebuilt it carefully. His brows knit as though a careless fire was thing past under standing, past forgiving, and when he rose, dusting. his hands together, it was with a distinct tendency to criti- else the ways of the house. There were letters lying on the table, and he looked over the addresses, de1icately shipping them aside with a long fore finger. They were all addressed to Richard Hardman. He murnaured the name and added aloud, "It is well to know how to address one's host"
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

started started down the hall. Hardman.
 'T say, you better stop here a bit
 longer. I'm going to take Miss
 Peters home" O
 The beggar opened his eyes wide,
 took in Hardman's meaning, then murmured, Quite so," and hattened himself against the wall, waiting for them to pass. They looked at him kindly. It was clear that they cons sidered themselves the arbitrators of his fate. He was patient and-the word is imperative-he was 1enient. Miss Peters, with an air of proprie- torship in everything and everybody tripped out in the wake of Hardman it was an interesting sight to her to take for the first time that momentous step behind-the beggar felt it to ba so, and grinned after them.
 When the door closed he went back to the sitting-room and looked about. his eyes drowning. Then he sat down. and swung his hat idly in his hand They weren't bad sort, on the whole, she especially" He looked into the fire, saw where he was drifting, and jumped to his feet. "No, you dou't'' he draw1ed; 'tyou don't catch me stopping here. They'd want me b make a fresh start and they'd thinlE I could do it. None of that any more I I'm beggar and tramp, and move on. I always move on, in fact I've lost rather a lot in the process hut, ! by Jovei I've retained my objection to being reformed" And, placing his 1. hat slightly on one side, he sauntered i from the apartment 4
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14
By FLORIDA PIER
ccopyrighted 1911 by Harper & Bros.>

from him. and he gave little animal like moan of fatigue.
 | The c1apper on the hall door struck violently. The beggar rose. He couldn't for the moment remember what he ought to do; then his back straightened in. a way that suggested broadc1oth, and at the second knock swung back when a girl brushed past
 Why did you keep me waitingr I was sure someone would see me.
 The beggar demonstrated. How could I possibly have had any idea
 The girl started. Isn't this MT. Hardnan's apartment?'
 "Certain1y,'' said the beggar. "Why should you doubt it?" and by~his tone made her guilty of rudeness.
 Where is MT. Hardrnan, then?"
 "He is out"
 ''I must go," and she made break
 aJust as you say. of course, but hadn't you better wait until you have said what you came to say? He was not pressing, only looking at the maty ter reasonably.
 How did I know you came to say any thing?"
 tory flourish of his red chapped hands That can wait, and in the meantime let me take you to the fire; 1t is not a bad fire, though hapdicapped by the fiue"
 The girl allowed herself to be led into the sitting-roon1. but before she sat down she said stern1y: T think I should know who you are. You are not dressed like servant, and yet
 Quite SO; I am not dressed well enough for a servant, and yet l had hoped you would not ask, but since you have I will say. Ter As there just say that I am one of MT. Hard mans minor indiscretions, and now it is not possible, is it-that-
 T am a greater. one? The girl bit her lip, then laughed a little nerv- ous1y, and immediately after looked Mr. Hardman is coming homer I hardly think I shall wait"
 Quite so, but then you shouldn't have. you really shouldn't have come, you know. It is a distinctly theatrical thing to do to come to a young mans course, my saying so.
 The girl was not so sure, Your advice is not wanted" she said.
 Mot advice-pardon me again-re monstrance, reproof, if you will, but not advice. You are doing an indis-| erect thlng. lhe fact that you are not in evening dress and are wearing rubbers chaperons you somewhat, but, nevertheless, you are behaving flight i1y. A note, you know. with the aid of a messenger could have saved you this.''
 "Oh, I haven't an idea who you are. You're irnpertinent, yet you're perfect ly right. so you may be a respectable person. Anyway I think I'll wait. You see your having scO1ded me places you almost in the position of my protector. If you have sense enough to do that you must have sense enough to see that nothing happens to
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14
THE SILENT GUN.

It is a great relief to transformations people like ourselves to know that sci ence has at last brought the voiceless rifle into being. It will fill 1ong-felt want in many communities. Entirely apart from its use by b1oodthirsty peo- pie who will now be able to land their prey from distance in safety and without fear of detection, its domestic appear to be of incomputable value. Think, for example, what a boon it will be for suburbanites who are af- ficted with lazy hired men to be able to sit unobserved in the quiet recesses of library window and shoot the loafng hireling in some chosen DOT ton of his recumbent anatomy with a dumdum bullet made of dough that will sting, as with a sharp, hicking slap, rather than puncture his epider-
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

n1isi Then when. as sometimes hap pens, we have cook who ought to bG discharged, and there is no one in the
 house with the courage to go down stairs and do it, how efficacious tho noiseless discharge of this dumb rife when, hid behind the kitchen door, without fear of the betrayal of our presence by the raucous noises of an explosion, we pepper the lady with showers of hot shot made of marroWfst peas from a cartridge constructed of toy-balloon rubber, the same being calculated to hurt her feelings rather than to do any serious damage to her person. And, finally, at the height of the lecture season how fine it will be when we find ourselves in the presence of speaker with no terminal facilities, one of these gentlemen with mara thonic perorationss to be able at the beginning of the third hour, or per haps somewhere near the close of the second, surreptitiously to pull one of these noiseless six-shooters from our pockets and, with no sound or smoke to betray us, to give him a volley of missiles made of waff1es, or buckwheat cakes, or of fsh-balls, every time he ventures again to open his mouthl Verify, even in times of peaces the silent gun will have its advantagesl
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14
A MULTI MILLIONAIRE POET

If you were tremendously rich, and for multitude of business interests, do you think you would have either the inclination or the willingness to spend the time to write a book of poems of over I,2oo pages?
 More than likely you would not.
 Yet that is exactly what Frederick Tanning Aver, one of New York's richest and at the same time unosten- tatious millionaires, has done.
 True, MT. Aver believes he has a great message to give the world at large, and he feels he can give it best through his poetry; but, after all, the one great purpose in life of most of our modern-day millionaires is to ac- quire more millions than they already have, and not to bother themselves particularly with the rest of mankind.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

viction. I've always lacked convic- l tions-most useful things, I assure
 you. I'm a failure, Miss. I've been called disgrace and worse. I see ! that you intend to call me a character.
 l started in the world with a vocabu- Iary, and not much else. I fancy I
 shall leave with the same. I am the man who walks along the country 1 road when the smoking lamps in the 1 farmhouse windows wink and look 1 domestic. l am the man who shuffles | into the cities and gets run over on l a crowded street because his legs have lost all ambition to hurry, or who by an amusing turn makes an unusual evening for such as you Pardon me. I find I am boring my self, an infallib1e sign that I am bor- ing others" The beggar stopped and blinked fxed1y at a spot in the carpet directly in front of him. @
 The girl rose and came toward him. Hardman, remembering his eccentric ity, unbent. "You haven't told us yet who you were in the beginning" she said.
 "No, Miss? We'll, if I told you I was somebody you wouldn't believe me, and if I told you I was nobody it would be superfous, so, on the whole, I'll say good night again" He turned to go, and the girl held out her hand
 "Good night" she said, "and thank you" The beggar smiled, allowed his hand to bc\ shaken and then looked down at it as though 1t had suddenly become responsibility. He laughed little at his own bewilderment, and
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

All of which makes the Millionaire Poet trife different from the ordi- nary run of millionaires.
 The book on which the author has spent, at odd times, years in the writ ing Is called Bell and Wing" and those who have read 1t are unanimous in the opinion that they are not at all bad poems,
 Mir Aver believes that all in this world is not the mere turning over of dollars and cents. Greater than that, it is his conviction, is the prob lem the people of the world of to-day must face in their search for an an swer to the question, What is right and what is wrong?"
 The old creeds. the author believes, which have aided people in the past to answer these questions have lost their hold. No longer are the simple faiths taught our fathers and mothers
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14
NOT IN NEW YORK STATE.

An instructor of cookery in New Orleans school was endeavoring to make clear to her pupils which DOT ous butchers "cuts." The nec-z, s-=v--v- der, leg and loin had been successiveiy pointed out.
 Now, Alice,'' said the teacher to her brightest girl, there is one portion I've not yet mentioned. Your father is a groom, he frequently rides horse back. Come, now, tell me, what does he often put on a horse2"
 1.-TWO dollars each way, ma'am." re- piled sophisticated Alice.
 .Uniyersal Syndicate
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

Accepted with confidence ana Eait3. Rather, they are being cast aside, and in their place what we haveR
 Nothing, the writer believes, and thus it is he feels the time has come for someone to step forward and offer the world at large that which they can and will accept in place o8 that which they have put aside.
 It Is the beauty in doing, in living Mir. Aver holds, that decides the ques- tions of right and wrong. If, by the doing of a thing, there be something added to the beauty of the world, either beauty in the concrete or beauty in new and better thought, then the thing done is right; but if it fails of that purpose, then the thing done is wrong.
 The following is an extract from one of Mir. Ayers poems. called
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

There were plans, drawings and rolls of blue prints in. orderly piles in the them. "The fellows an architect, I'll be bound. and with such hue. can't understand that sort of thing, really" He returned to the fireplace and sat down: The chair was large, he small, and the fire burning reluctantly. The beggar smiled. There's poem about just such situation as this; l don't recall 1t at the moment, but something about peace or heat or chairs or some thing; the exact words escape me now, but if could remember them I know they. would fit admirably. must brush up on my poetry" His eyes closed, and he gave little shudder. shaking from his his last sensation of chill. His head nodded, his manner, his air of verbal elegance, slipped
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

me, so I'll just stay, though perhaps it's as well for you to know that I am"
 Stop" the beggar's voice was thin, but vaguely imposing. "If you are go- ing to tell me your story, it's only faiF that should first tell you of my ex- treme hunger. Permit me to rumrnage for crackers and a little something else, and then you may tell me all" and quickly, with an irritated trot, the beggar left the room. As he did SO the girl followed him on tiptoes to the door, for second contemplating es- cape before he could get back, then she returned to her chair.
 ''I must see Richard. I'll never get up my courage to do this again, and besides little man with bald head and big safety pin in the front of his coat couldn't possibly do any harm.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

Among Ruins which illustrates the. one big idea which prevails through out the entire books Everything ends in Beauty,
 So Beauty alone Asurvivess So many hard hits at duty,
 So many cycles of lives All gone out, yet there in you They stand for Beauty-so, tod- The farther they stretch away Into some past lost day, By that much more they hold to you Their lost fine features, silky
 thought Out of which this soul is wrought, JFor which you love them-so there Is what Beauty they wrought in
 you
 Like nothing other for wondroug
 fair,
 You that SO love what is fine and
 true,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-14

ARDMAN was completely upset, though that is only to be expected when one has proposed al o t against one's will and en- tirely contrary to ones in tentions. Particularly if one is of a cautious, con ventional turn of mind and
 lacking in imagination. There is nothing that so successfully rescues one from an upset as a little judicious imagining, and
 Hardr1an xuac fnranabIe
The Washington herald., 1913-01-14
GRIFF OBTAINS
Training CAMP
Nationals viii Do Their Pre-
iminary Work at Char
lottesville, Va.
RENT FRATERNITY HOUSE
Climbers Leave for College Town on
March Play the University
of Virginia on the 18th.
SPECIAL 70 Tho Washington Herald.

SPECIAL 70 Inc washington Herald.
Charlottesville. Va. Jan. l3-Manager
Clark Griffith, of the Washington base
ball club, visited Charlottesville again
to- day in quest of training quarters. and
when he left In the evening had complet-
ed arrangements for his men to come
here about March !.
He was especially fortunate in procur-
ing a large fraternity house, which will
he vacated shortly beforehand. This d.
rectly adjoins the clearinghouse of Mrs.
Saunders, with whom they boarded so
successfully last year. and who will
care for the food Of the ball players
this season.
Manager Griffith arrived this morning
and at once started on a trip around
town visiting those houses recommended
to him since his Christmas trip. All
were unsatisfactory, in the main until
he strick the Delta Chi Fraternity house
next TO Mrs. Saunders new abode. This
house is located in the midst OF the fra
ternity portion OF the college section,
and an even shorter distance from the
gymnasium and Lambeth Field than their
house Of last year.
The house contains twenty bedrooms
mostly on the two upper floors, large
big reception hallway. billiard room, and
is filled with all modern appliances, cleo
trio light. and steam heat
Manager Griffith likewise completed ar
engagements for the newspaper men and
such players as might not find room in
the main house to go in Miss Doswelrs
house. on the other side Of Mrs. Saun-
ders'. All will eat at the latter house,
On the whole, Griffith seemed pleased at
the results obtained, while II Is the
universal opinion about town that he l.
located much more favorably than last
spring
Manager Mackey, of the Virginia nine
was with Griffith during his stay and
was urgent in his endeavors to locate the
Washington club. Naturally the students
are overjoyed at the prospect OF watch
ing the big leaglIers again. Washington
Will play Virginia first on March H. The
battery candidates will arrive on March
/, a week earlier than the main squad.
while the party plans to break camp about
March u.
The Washington herald., 1913-01-14
Bill
| Bailey S
| Column

All out for the mile" FiddlesOp. please WRIT.
Now that George King thinks he is some dancrr
going to enter him in the next marathon
waltz against Joe Oliver. who has beru turkey
trotting around town for the past week.
There has been Il lot o. talk going the round,
recently about the Ioaded hall bciBG barred. How
about the loaded bowlcr'
So tho Nationals will train at charlottesville
after all. We thought much.
Battling Nelson threatens 20 turn ovansclist and
help out the Rev. Billy Sunday. Tommy Lowe
might be induc-i to help out.
The haste with which the Athletics are signing
contracts hints that Connie Mack must have bct7i
unusually liberal this season.
Says the Philadelphia Telegraph: ''BuenDs AyrcS
Argentine RepIhc has invited the Washington
team to train them. II Griffith viii only arrp,
and the Argentina will kidnaP Walter johnson.
there will rs much rejoicing among crtsin Ameri-
can LeAgus batSncn.'
Bob Murphy. the Pefco Singer last summer.
Announces that he has retired from tho diamond
He says his wife won't let him play any mort
One Of the hest things the Red So1 Quar1et
rull of 'Hitchy Hoo OF How McAlcer won the
worlds series By cDrnsring the luck market %