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The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1913-12-03
TO SAVE MILLIONS TO COT
TON GROWERS.
(Writtcn for The State by r. j..
p. Rcilsneidcr Of The Public
Ledger, Philndclphia.)

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cotton bolls artificially, saving mil
lions Of dollars annually to plant
crS. producing Il better seed and
eventually DISCRIMINATING the boil
wccvl is tho dream OF John 3. Hail.
inventor, and the Hall Cotton Re-
claiming company, incorporated in
the State Of Delaware with an initial
capital OF 100000.
1t reads like Mulberry Sellers
prospectus, yet the dream OF the in
vcntor and his company gives prom
iSc OF carly realization. This view is
strenthened by the results Of a num-
Der OF practical demonstrations inthc
presence Of Southern cottn growers
and ginncrs, and exports whose tcs-
| timony is to the effect that cotton
| bols may be nippcd off the stalks
like so many oranges, weeks, if ncces-
sary, before they would mature nat
urally, and by either Il chemical or
mechanical process. ripcncd at the
Figuring on Il 10 per cont loss Of
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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28

last night, for the same current that had brought me to land had later brought my ghastly companion. He lay at my feet at the edge of the wa ter, his face upward, his open, sight less eyes staring at the gray sky.
 The thought carried my mind to that other death-that death of creak- ing winches and toothed machinery and the possibility that occurred to me made me look at the man more closely. His limbs seemed long and loose. One arm was evidently broken. Could it be a. prisoner who had made 8 friend of the executioner and had died so easily? There was a blue mark round his neck where rope had been. Had not Costa said that the weight tied to corpse slipped some times? This man. too, had escaped from Yadasara, but by the way only dead men took.
 I sprang to my feet: I was fool to wait here, so close to that terrible fortress. It was light now. Safety for me lay only in the woods. My enemies might know the set of the currents in the river and seek for my body in this very spot. bathed my arms and legs and then made quickly for the woods behind.
 It was well that I was wise in time, for even as I entered the wood saw a party of horsemen coming from the bridge. Some went along the river bank, while the others spread in twos and threes fanlike over the country. They did not intend me to escape. plunged into the wood, keeping from trodden paths, and broke off a stout stick to help me to walk and to serve as weapon in case of need. It would be a poor defense if I were once seen.
 I came 7out from thick piece of un- dergrowtIl- on to a broad turf path and then drew quickly back again. Three soldiers had dismounted not two dozen yards away and were lying upon a bank.
 From my Ieafy ambush saw two other horsemen turn into the path.
 'Not found yetq" called out one of the three had first seen.
 "tNo, and never will be-" was the answer, and I recognized Costa. "Pd give a good deal to lay my hands upon him. I took a liking to him, and it's hard to know that one has loved a traitor
 t'This traitors a man at 1east,'' said one.
 "I shouldn't have taken a liking to him if he hadn't been. I think he is dead''
 eve ought to have found his body
 'HThe river has that" was the an- swex.
 "It didn't keep the prisoner who died yesterday,' said his companion. "He was lying on the bank. a sorry sight enough
 To Be Continued)
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
COOK & LORENZ ARE
 ROYALTY GREETED
Perennial FavOriteS Are Featured With The American Beauty
 Show at the, Park

There is buFJesQue company en- titled The American Beauties, at the Park theatre, which, featuring as two able comedians, James Cook and Jack Iorenz, did not belle it's title. With gaIloping gayety, intensely humorous situations and a six act olio rivall1ns it's competitors in the vaudeville field here, this offering received the hearty support Of a good1y audience even though stf16 1nc1efnenays or the weather kept many at home.
 During the first act there is seen a clever connection of nonsense and musical numbers in which two pr1n- cipals as trampe lead the action and are supported by a well-drilled chor- us Fay St. Clair, a prima-donna whose charms would we'll grace musi- cal comedy, Marie Brandon and May Holden put over with effect some; of the newest song-hits.~
 In toe dancing .specialties Miss Brandon appealed as graceful and agile. Carnes, Griffin & Burns, in a artistic and versatile rendition Of var led classics. James Cook and Marie Brandon in an apache dance scored heavily. James Hughes in eccentric dancing shoWed great dexterity.
 Jack ,LorEnx land James Cook, both in speciality and as the leading come dians may be said to rank with the foremost upon the stage today and showed exceptional ability at impro- vfsing. In originality, versatility, and genuine ingenuity of character con ception, they aresaStrfbute to the nelo X ffev yr4C0e-@e.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
THE PLAZA

A Chinaman with true sense of humOr, really gifted a comedian, with a good baritone voice, who sings in his native tongue, in English and in Irish and Scotch dialects, and who give a very clever and 1ife-like inn- personation of Harry I1auder-such is Lee Tung Foo, who heads the new bill at the Plaza for the remainder of this week. The very novelty of the offer ing is sufficient to make it noteworthy but added to this is the fact that this versatile son of Ching Ling Foo is an aII-round entertainer whose act has the real punch and the hits he scored with yesterdays big audiences is no surprise.
 Redwood & Gordon are to be heard in one of the classiest musical skits the Plaza has offered. MT Redwood sis cornetist of high order, Miss Gordon possesses a rich and we'll modulated voice which she uses with rare taste, and with her beautiful costumes their combined efforts pro- vide a genuine treat, which the audi @ncees enthusiastically appreciated.
 Mir. and Mrs. Harris E1don con tribute a sketch entitled For Old Times Sake, ,' which rises to the very heights of dramatic intensity and ends with senai-humorous and most un- expected deRouement, and well de- served the hearty reception accorded Peaks Punch and Judy show is a decided novelty, which naturally ap- peaIs particularly to the little folks but which yesterday kept the grown ups laughing until they were hoarse. Hammond & Forester in a comedy and singing szit keep the hiIarity ball rolling; and Billy Judge,s-fe feats on the flying rings and 5hfs bag punching round out a bill which is quite on a par with other recent offerings and
 
 most diverting and enjoyable nature. The new pictures, also, are espe- cially pleasing and full of interest. Tomorrow, as on all Saturday, four shows will be given, the performance running continuously from 1:30 to
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
JOURNALISTS OF THE PAST.
Brooklyn Eagle. )


 For the Pulitzer School of Jour critical undertaking to pick out half a dozen journalists of the past to use their faces on medallions. Some distinguished men were barred merely because no authentic portraits of them are known to exist. Among these was John Peter Zenger; who made the fight for a free press in colonial New York, and whose trial first es- ta blished the principle that in a libel prosecution the jury are judges both of law and fact. The list. determined oa is as follows:
 Daniel Defoe, 1659-1731.
 Joseph Addison, 1672-1719.
 Benjamin Franklin, 17O6-17s0.
 Isaiah Thomas, 1749-1831.
 John T. Delane, 1817-1879.
 Horace Greeley, 1811-1872.
 Defoe. best known, as the author of Robinson Grusoe,'' is claimed to have been the father of the editorial leader" He founded several differ ent types of papers, and made trade and commerce information a news paper. eeature for the first time. Ad- dison's Rambler and Spectator made up of assays, did much toward the creation of a polished English style in Journalism. Benjamin Franklin s name and career are familiar to all Americans. Isaiah Thomas of the Massa achusetts Spy GBoston), and later of the Worcester Spy, wrote The History of Printing in America 1; with a Biography of Printers and an Account of Newspapers; to Which is Prefixed a Concise View of the Dis covery and Progress of the Art in Other Parts of the World John T. Delane succeeded Thomas Barnes as editor of the London Times and held that place for thirty-six years. Horace Greeley started the Tribune, the same year that Delane began as editor of the London Times, 1841, and was concededIy a. powerful influence on the thought of America.
 Probably the list could not we'll be improved upon. It is an interesting thought, however, that the modern daily newspaper, of which news ac- curateness and news adequacy are the keynotes; and which strives each time that it comes out to picture correctly what the world has been doing for twenty-four hours, was not dreame d of by the first four men named; and was not too clear conception in the mind of De1ane or of Greeley. The Journalism of the present is a new development, as well as a news devel- opment. It belongs distinctive1y to the last half-century-
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
FOX's LYRIC THEATRE

It has come to be quite natural for folks to expect, when a new enter prise is launched in any business that a special effort is made at the start to put over the best ever and then grade down to level again. When William Fox opened the Lyric theatre Monday night last with his policy the show was of such calfbre that the natural suggestion was made that it was too fast to be followed up. Such was not the case however and the bin for the second half of the week be- ginning yesttrday revealed the show enanship of Fox for it was even bet ter than the bill the first half of the week. The perSpn who knows his or her vaudeville book and sees this show will appreciate the fact that the Fox brand of vaudeville is not in any sense the picture house. brand so- called and as conclusive proof it might be cited right here that three of the acts now playing were seen right in this city as feature acts> of the so-called big time, the acts be- ing Emma Francis and Her Arabs, Andy Rice, and Claude and Marion Cleveland. One other, Stuart and Donahue, was prominently featured in New Haven last month on a ftbfg time" bill. Emma Francis in the diff ficu1t Spot of closing the bill scored a corking big hit and she deserved all the applause she received. The sketch hit of the bill this week is Live Wires played by the Frank Mills Players. Andy, Rice has been twice featured in Bridgeport as a vaude- vile headliner and that's why he re- ceived such a reception on his en- trance. Without the aid of whiskers and with perfectly dressy apparel Rice has about the best line of paro- dies and talk that any Hebrew come dian has put over in this town. Claude and Marion Cleveland were a hit. Miss Cleveland proves to be a. woman who, though of, less avordupois, is decidedly like Marie Dressler in her style of work. . Stuart and Donahue were a big hit and with a good spot on the bill could be placed in the riot class. The Franklin offer a dainty singing and talking number. The photo plays were surely a treat and the idea of first run films appeals to the Fox Lyric audience. This same bill will be repeated three times daily, once in the afternoon and twice each evening for the remainder of the week.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28

tA&y "The roof. There is only the sentinel''
 Bridget's words put new courage into me. stayed another rush and then sprang backward. I was almost at the top of the stairs now.
 "Let me pass"
 I knew the voice. Sword in hand, O'Ryan pushed his way through the crowd below, jumped across the body of the last man who had fallen and came at me. Had a dash to the roof meant absolute safety at that moment do not think I should have taken it. My greatest enemy in the world was before me. Revenge and death poised the scales equally. It was his life or mine now. Those below seemed to recognize the supreme moment. They did not follow, but gave the captain free fighting room. had the advan- tage in position, but his arm was fresh. Engaging me swiftly, he press ed me sorely. My mad longing for re- venge drew an oath from me as he parried my thrusts skillful1y. I had never seen him handle his weapon so well before.
 With his eyes fixed on mine he watched his opportunity. With swift stroke he put my sword aside and sprang at me even to the step on which I was standing.
 'sFor heavens sake wound me, Yer ra1r' he whispered.
 I had done so almost before the words were spoken, how badly I did not know. He fell back into the arms of his comrades so heavily that I thought death had ended our acquaint- anceship. My sword slipped from my hand, but I drew my dagger and ran to the roof. Bridget stood in my way a moment, but I pushed her aside and was on the roof before my enemies had time to follow me.
 I flung the eurIed rope over the wall and then jumped forward to meet my last enemy, the sentry. He was unprepared and knew not how des- perate man he had to deal with. He struck one blow at me and then An, 1t was most awful work to do! The dagger passed in softly underneath his arm, and he pitched from the wall like a log thrown out into space. My foes reached the roof as I grasped the rope and went over.
 F'No! After himr' shouted dozen voices in answer.
 had slipped down halfway, sup pose, when the words arrested me. A dozen cou Ge'follow by the rope. could fight against odds no longer. Only a dagger was in my hand, a useless weapon against odds. The rope above me swayed. My first adversary was l already sliding toward me. I was prepared; he would not be-al1 the diff ference in a fall. I drew my limbs together and then, with swift slash of my dagger, cut the rope above my head-and fell.
 It was well for me that I landed on
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28

well within the doorway before the air was filed with shoutings and the dark ness with rushing men.
 '"Take him alivei Take him alfveP' dashed into the passage and sprang up the stairs, but had little start in the race. My enemies were upon the steps behind me, and that I might not be struck in the back was forced to turn upon them. It was moment in which a man forgets the sacredness Of human life. The first who sprang toward me fell back, with arms wide spread, clutching at nothing in the air. his soul leaping into the unseen ere his body lay still A second fell to- ward me flat upon his~face. S>third spun round and then pitched head foremost into the crowd of shouting g men below. Step by step I mounted backward, my face to the enemy, my sword red from point to hilt, the per spiration standing heavy upon my face and arm.
 t'What is all tt1Is?'' The voice beniEd me nearly took me of my g1ard- ''Out of the way, old womRnF' "Strike him down?' Her husband shall cudgel her pres ently.''
 1 Shouting, they rushed at me again. 1 Bridget was behind me, but she did
 not come close enough to hinder my i defense I thought I heard her growI 1 with satisfaction as my foremost foes i reeled back down the steps. Still | retreated upward.
 '"The rope!" she whispered.
 ''Stil there?'' 1 "Yes"
 She might be deceiving me, but her ] manner sounded honest How was 1 she still my friend when her husband was so vile a traitor to friendship?
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28

soft turf. Twas cut and bruised, but escaped a worse fate. The man who followed me struck the ground with a sickening thud. He was not dead, but could not rise.
 I reached the river and dropped my coat of mail and dagger into the wa ter. I struck out, sore as was. Soon I became conscious that I was being fol1owed-at least I thought so. ] felt a touch from a human hand. I saw a naked man close upon me. I grasp ed his throat and wrenched it. Then he sank. He was dead. I reached the shore prostrate and fnsensib1e.
 A gray dawn was gLmmering over the mountains of the east when con sciousness returned to me. remem- bered things slowly. sat up, and then I remembered all that had happened
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
POINTS OF INTEREST.
IT Opportunity
Now is Your

Now is Your Opportunity
 To buy winter millinery, shirt waists, petticoats, marabout sets, fur scarfs and fur muffs, long cloth coats and raincoats at one-third less than original prices at F.: H. Dillon & Co., 1105 Main street.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
PARK THEATRE

E
 There will be many of your towns people in the large audience at the Park theatre next week who do not go to the theatre more than three times during the entire season. Their ways presages something unusual in Girls of the Gay White Way will trical epicures all agog with pleas ureable anticipations. The company contains a large roster of burleaque fayorites amongst them are Sam Hearn, James Rowland, Harry D. Ward, Ed Jerome, Ben Ryan, Helen N. Ely, Alma Fern, Gertie DeMftt, Harriet Lee, Hattie Raymond and for ty otherss
 Beyond doubt, the greatest and most sensational motion picture ever presented to the public are those of the reproduction of Paul J. Rainey' s famous African hunt, at the Park theatre. Monday, Tuesday and Wed nesday, This celebrated sportsman and millionaire of Cleveland, Ohio, spent one year in the depths of the African jungle as we'll as. $250SOO0 of his private fortune in securing these wonQ Qerful pictures. A very eminent photographer in the persons of J. c. Hemmet accompanied MT. Rainey on this expedition who deserves the greatest credit for his courage, pa tience and physical endurance which personal aHa1ities were fully tested on numerous occasions.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
PoId's VAUDEVILLE

The inner workings of a metropoH- tan police force; the means by which innocent people have been .raiIroaded to prison for the personal gain of s.scrooked:s policemen; this and all the other S EFuesOTne, sSordid- details that have developed in the present investi- gation of the New York department are exposed in s-1'he system Taylor GranvfIless dramatic offering that is headIfned at the Poli theatre de luxe this week. ''The System, tells real istic story Of absorbing interest. The fortunes Of .scrook's who tries to re- form and the efforts of a "crooked'' detective to again innpr1son him. are declared to be true to circumstasces revealed in the New York probe. Twenty-Five people are required ip the cast of the drama Which. is sta ged in three big scenes.
 Stuart Barnes, the highest salaTied entertaining with his witty songs and talks Nonette, the gypey girl violin =tst, is=sSen more popular than ever. in Hszs vocal aE.1 instrumental repertoire that is a treat to all music lovers. Bradna and Derrick, equestrians, pre- ful,' featured for seasons with the Barnum and Bailey show. Three prize horses, valued at $15, 5,000, are used in this offering.
 ssThe Burglars Union'' is the title of a convuIsingIy funny skit c1everly presented by Thompson, Williams and Copeland, and '"The Love Lozenger" offers big opportunities for Bunting and Francis to display that versatility that has made them popular in Bridgeport Hanlon and Clifton in s4The Unexpected'' have an athletic exhibition that is ase artistic as it is novel
 The Po1iscope closes sthe hiN with the latest in animated pT1otOgraphy. Seats for the remaining performances may be obtained by phoning 291O.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28

well within the doorway before the air was filed with shoutings and the dark ness with rushing men.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28

The funeral of Herman Schiff, was held from his late home, 68 Arch St., Wednesday Afternoon at 2:3O and was largely attended by friends and reIa- lives. Delegations were present from Fin Tracht Sick Benefit Society, Brith Sholom, Knights of Pythias and Odd Fellows. He is survived by a widow, five daughters and son.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
HEALTH WARNING

Chilled and wet feet result in con gesting the internal organs, and in Ff111-13ea flor of fl1a Ixidnevs ana hIaI1
 der. with rheumatitc twingeS and pain in back, generally follow. Use Foley medicine made for all disorders of the Kidneys for bladder irregularities. and for backacf1e and Rheumatism They do not contain habit forming drugs Tonic in action, quick in results. F B. Brill, Stratford avenue and Sixth gstreet-Advs s1S
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
CHAPTER XVII.

sf~ AXE. him aIiver' came the
 cry. Yes, weakness meant t3 "The roof. There is only
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-02-28
CTo Be Continued.)

W. $. SkeEton, a merchant at Stan 900 for the relief a single box of Foley Kidney Pills gave him. 'I had a severe attack of kidney trouble with sharp pains through my back and could hardly stratghten up. single box of Foley Kidney Pills entirely re- Heved me- F. B. Bril- Stratford avenue and Sixth street.-Adv
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The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1913-09-16
SLUMP IN BEER PRODUCTION
1,1o6,429 Barrels Compared With
the Previous Year.

Looks as If beer drinking Is on the
decline in the United States.
Uncle Sam produces the figures to
prove it.
According to the annual report of
the internal revenue commissioner for
the fiscal year ending June 80, there
was a decrease in the output of beer
of 1,106,429 barrels compared with the
previous year.
That's big decrease.
Counting 80 gallons to the barrel,
and there is more, it means a slump
of 33,192.S70 gallons.
Counting only ten glasses to the gal
Ion, it means decrease,of 331 .92S, 700
drinks.
Counting each. drink five cents, il
shows that $16.596, 455 less was spent
for beer in 1912 than in 1911
There was an increase In the pro-
duction Of whisky, but the bonded
warehouses are filled with the stuff,
and distillers are all FUSED up be-
cause the supply is far exceeding the
demand
Americans are not all ON the water
wagon by any means, but more of
them are climbing aboard right along.
American Issue.