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Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-02-03

Papers from the House disposed Of in
concurrence.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-28

and buried. But all the children and even Helena's Mamma seemed to think it great fun.
 At least. they came crowding around and laughed and asked Willie and Helena whether they were sure they hadn't hurt themselves-and there was such to-do strengthening up the alm-and-and-why presently Will lie began to feel quite like a hero.
 Then, to his amazement, he found himself talking and laughing with all the little boys and girls around him And-would you believe it-he actual, ly asked Helena to dance the next dance with him, since that one had been interrupted by their fall!
 The ice was broken, you see though 1t does seem funny to break ice" with palm, doesn't it?
 From then on, Willie had the very best of times. And, goodness me what a lot of ice cream he did eat! In fact, when he finally left for home he was hoping someone else would give a party soon-or maybe his Mamma would let him give one.
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saw a deer today-just saw his tail dancing along above the brush. his flag up,' as they say; but he was far off, and even if hit him when shot, I only tickled him.
 Well, I'll paddle you and let you try for a deer tonight" promised Weston. and if you miss I'll take the next chance. We're pretty sure to get one, for this little Moose Lake is a good place."
 s Bert was all eagerness for so un- expected and delightful an adventure. He felt tired no longer and could hard ly wait until the fire-ranger had cut plug tobacco for his pipe and finished his smoke.
 The preparations were simple Weston cut a four foot stick and se- cured it in an upright position in the bow of his bark canoe. A lantern being lighted, piece of an old felt hat was tied round it so as to cover one-half of the globe, and then it was suspended from the stick in the bow, so arranged that the rays of light would be thrown forward and the canoe remain in shadow.
 Putting his light craft into the wa ter, Weston knelt in the stern, paddle in hand, and Bert took his place in the bow, holding the rifle in readi-
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ness. By the time they got afioat it was quite dark.
 Slowly and silently they started on a tour of the little lake, keeping with in some thirty yards of the shore Bert could hear his own breathing but not one stroke of the paddle. so noiseless- ly did the fire ranger wield it. The canoe fioated in deep shadow, but the water some distance ahead and the shore to the left was faintly illumi- mated.
 They had thus gone on their way for some ten minutes when suddenly they heard squeaking and splashing. and some small animal came sailing toward them on the waters surface. struck the side of the canoe and dis appeared.
 What's that?" whispered Bert ex- citedly
 "A muskrat''-with & low laugh.
 A little further on the stiffness of the dark forest on the left was broken by the running down" of a red squirrels alarm clock" and some five minutes later Bert was startled by a curious scratching sound in the brush on the shore.
 ''Is that a deer?" he asked in a whisper.
 'Porcupine-two or three of 'em."
 Slowly they went on, rounding the whole lake in the course of an hour. meanwhile hearing muskrats, squirrels and porcupines a-plenty, but neither
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RERT'S "JACK-HUNTING"

The man started at sight of him, then smiled Hello, partner, where did you come from?" he asked, with a cheerful manner that was itself a welcome. Before Bert could reply the man spoke again: I'm Weston fre-ranger for this district. and this Is one of my overnight stops. So you're all right, if you're in trouble and you look it."
 Then Bert told his story.
 Pretty hard luck for boy of your age,' commented Weston, "but don't worry You can stay with me over night and tomorrow I'll show you the way back to Muskeg Lake. Now let's have supper. There's nothing more to do, for I've already cut fresh hemlock brush for the bed inside.''s
 As man and boy were eating hearti- ly, seated at the door of the cabin the former said: And maybe I can show you some sport tonight. Can you shoot a rif1e?"
 I've only shot cartridges and ducks with gun," said Bert modestly. q
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RIDING ROGER-B

Y7 HEN Bettina's father gave her
 little coal-black pony or the morning of her lart birth . day she was so eXci ed and
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TITS Bert watched the two canoes A glide away, he wondered how he was to stand the loneliness - of two long days at the camp with only the silent, taciturn cook for company. His brother and his cousin had brought him up to the Canadian lake country at his mothers com mand, but they now contended that man and a guide, with baggage, filled one canoe and there was no room in either for a boy; therefore Bert must knock around the camp and amuse himself as best he could while his more fortunate elders went away on their long fishing and hunt ing trips.
 Half an hour after he had been left at the camp for the second time in this way, Bert took his gun, an nounced that he was going after par tridges, and walked off into the woods. Forest would be more accurately de- scriptive, the wild bush for many miles around Muskeg Lake being path less but for an occasional dim portage , trail.
 Bert intended to return to camp in
  nicatiye cook, but there was no din- ner for the boy that day. Following a couple of cartridges through dense brush up into the low hills, without being able to get "a good shot," he Host his sense of direction and when a he finally concluded to turn back, he stramped north when he should have tramped south.
 It was long past noon, and he had walked several miles on the supposed backward course, before he realized 7 that he was hopelessly lost. He re- smembered to have read that the thing Ito do under such circumstances was { to find running water and follow down stream, but he looked for running wa Ster in vain. In growing anxiety, he Stramped on, turning to right or left Fin order to take advantage of more Aopen stretch of woods. He picked S few berries and dulled the sharp edge 2 of his hunger as he went-for rasp- Eberry time had not quite reached it's lend.
 At sunset, when he dragged himself down to the shore of a little lake hard ( ly more than mile in width, the odor of frying bacon saluted his nostrils and he thought he had never smelled anything so good in all his short life. He found himself in the rear of a cabin of hemlock logs, and, walking round it, he stood in the presence of a middle-aged man engaged In frying fish and bacon over an outdoor fire.
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Wont, neither" objected Willie.
 Indeed you will" Big Sister in- sisted. And with Helena and all the little girls. Won't he. Mamma ?'
 T ain't a-going to!" declared Will lie.
 You're scared-you're scared." leased Big Sister. Why, you dance the One-Step and the waltz with me here at home; and really, Willie, you aren't bad dancer-if you only wouldn't walk all over your partners feetn
 Willie was so angry he could make no reply; so he ran out in the back yard where he climbed up on the fence and tried to get up enough courage to fall over backwards so he would hurt his foot, or his knee, and thus be unable to attend the party.
 When the dreaded afternoon came, however, Willie was there. His Mamma had made him go; also, she had instructed him most carefully how to behave like little gentleman" And Big Sister herself had led him to the door and seen it close behind him--lest he slip off and only pretend he had gone.
 Poor Willie! His only consolation was that perhaps they would have Ice cream. Well, if they did, he in- tended to eat just as many plates as they would give him!
 All the little boys and girls he knew were there-and many he did not know. Helena's Mamma welcomed him with smile and patted him kind iy on the shoulder as he shook hands with his little hostess. Willie uttered never a word, for his tongue seemed glued to the roof of his mouth.
 Fortunately, other boys and girls came crowding up then so Willie was able to step back into a corner where he stood. white and miserable. looking on at the other children who were laughing and talking and having the best of times.
 Then, presently, the dancing began. Now, the very last thing his Mamma had said to him was that he must not forget to ask Helena to dance with
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hearing nor seeing any sign of deer.
 This looks bad" said Weston. "They don't seem to be coming down to drink tonight, or we ain't on the spot at the right time. We'll try 'em again, though
 Bert was losing his enthusiasm. He was cold and numb from sitting so long immovable in the sharp air of the late September night, but he ut tered no complaint.
 They started off again and were a little more than half way round the lake the second time. when Weston thrillingly whispered:
 See him? Quick-steady-a
 Bert saw "him"-some fifty yards ahead of them, his fore feet in shallow water, his body showing white and ghostly but outlined clearly against the dark background of woods.
 As he spoke, Weston deftly shifted the canoe so that Bert could fire over the bow and there would be no danger of an upset from shooting over the side
 Bert was wildly excited, but he man. aged to take steady aim, and when after firing, he saw the deer fall splashing in shallow water. he could have shouted in his exultation.
 Good shot" said the fire-ranger We won't get a wetting tonight" As he padded in, he went on to explain that sometimes a wounded deer made a frantic dash forward and upset the canoe-not wishing to fight but to escape. Seeing light. the dazed ani- mai supposes it to be an open avenue through the woods and leaps in that direction.
 When dragged ashore, Bert's deer. a young buck very fat and heavy, waa found to have been killed instantly, the bullet entering its head over the left eye. Weston knew that the boys true aim was largely accident, but he did not say so and spoke in a very complimentary way. With no little difficulty they put the deer in the cen ter of the canoe. resumed their for mer positions, and padded back tc the landing place below the cabin.
 At sundown next day Bert was seat ed on log below the camp on Mus keg Lake when the returning canoes of his brother and cousin glided up.
 What luck?" called out the boy.
 Hardly any answered his broth- er 'The guides say it's 8 bad time.''
 I've had the best luck ever" cried Bert. "I went jack-hunting on Moose Lake last night and got a deer"
 He really seems to think we'll swal- low that yarn.1 laughed the cousin, as the brother stared reprovingly.
 "If you don't believe me-" said Bert. the happiest of boys, "come up and look at the horns and eat slice from one of the hind quarters we packed across today. The cooks frying strips of it now."s ,%
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-28

tn poor haste by tn neck. Iris not tn way t'roide, Miss!''
 The first day Bettina expected to be bounced off onto the ground at any moment; and several times she would have fallen but for Pats protecting arm.
 And the next morning! Goodness me, how sore and stiff she was! Why, her little legs felt as thought they weighed ton apiece, and when she tried to move them so much as an inch the pain was intense.
 But Pat insisted that she ride again that afternoon. "Yez'll roide tn pain all out av yez, Miss he declared. Which seemed a very odd thing to say, thought Bettina, since she had gotten the pain" by riding it in, so to speak.
 ButAP Pat was right. for she was not nearly so sore and stiff the next day. And by the end of the week the sore ness had entirely disappeared. Then she began to enjoy her rides. Still, she had so many things to learn.
 For instance, Pat taught her not to hold on by pulling on the reins, and he explained to her that no real rider merely stands in his stirrups. He showed her how to roach" that is, to rise with the motion of the pony and at the same time put most of her weight on her knees as they gripped his back At first it was difficult. but presently she was amazed to discover how easy and delightful this riding English" really Is.
 Then came the gallop. Goodness me, but Bettina was frightened the first time Pat let Roger-Boy gallop. He seemed to be fairly flying over the ground; and Pat, who had hold of his bridle, found it no easy task to keep up with him. Then, after many in structions from Pat and trial or two Bettina found that it was easier tc stick on the saddle" when Roger-Boy was galloping than at any other gait 7 "Yis" said Pat Ut is. But yes must raymimber that 'tis hard or Roger Boy an he can't kape it ur long. Gallop him while, Miss, and thin let him trot."
 At last came the great day--early in the morning when Pat declared she was "fit t'roide wit yez father, Miss who's tn grandest roider thot ivei threw leg over horse, Miss"
 Dressed in her neat little riding suit and with her crop, or riding whip, 1T her hand, and with Pronto, her dog standing by and wagging his tail. sh, waited for Pat to bring Roger Boy ur from the stables.
 Presently, with a parting word O, instruction from Pat, she mountee
 ,l .sI rode through the winding bridle- path. in the crisp morning air. And Papa watched her closely for quite a while
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a little coal-black pony or the morning of her laTt birth '" day she was so eXci ed and so pleased that, for several moments all she could do was to stand with her mouth open and gasp for breath.
 A pony-a real, live pony! With 8 black, satiny coat, curving neck and thick, flowing mane and tail! Oh, il was almost too good to be true! And he was such an affectionate little fel- low; why, would you believe it, he came right up to Bettina and rubbed his soft nose against her arm and shoulder.
 Now, my little daughter" said Papa, T hope we shall have many morning rides together. You must not be afraid of Roger, for he is very gentle and, see, already he is smelling around your pocket for piece of sugar-R Roger just loves sugar.
 Whereupon, Bettina turned and ran grabbed a whole box-full of cut sugar Then she rushed back to the pony.
 "Here-here you are, Roger-Boy!" she cried, gaily holding out handful to him. And right then and there 6no OeClueO tNAC Sne would Sail nlin Roger-Boy. and not just plain Roger.
 Goodness me-" laughed Papa, you'll make him sick, my dear. if you give him all that sugar. Ponies, like little boys and girls, mustn't have too many sweet things to eat Give him just two lumps-and no more"
 But Roger Boy had already scrunched up the handful Bettina had offered him and was reaching out for more, whinnying and following after her as she reluctantly started back to the kitchen with the box of sugar.
 For days and days she had such lovely times learning to ride. Old Pat. the groom who took care of Papa's riding and driving horse, was patience itself in teaching her to ride. And as you may know, learning to ride IS not an easy task. Of course Roger Boy tried to be as gentle as possible put even then he joggled poor Bettina about frightfully.
 Press in wit yer knees, Miss. press Tn wit yer knees" Pat would call out as he walked along beside Roger Boy. with Bettina in the cunning little sad He. Faith. don't be afther grabbin'
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her; but it was sickly sort of grin at best. However, it made Willie feel more at home.
 Presently they reached the corner of the room again and began to turn. Suddenly, to his horror, Willie stepped right on one of Helena's pretty pink slippers. He was so mortified he could have tainted had his knees yielded another inch.
 Excuse me, Willie," said Helena politely-taking all the blame upon herself.
 "D-d = don't mention" began Willie. not knowing quite what he was ;aying. when suddenly
 Bang. Bang!
 And Willie found himself sprawled put flat on the floor, with Helena not lar away on her hands and knees.
 He had backed into potted palm which had overturned and sent both children sprawling.
 Instantly everyone stopped dancing, md they all came running up.
 Helena jumped to her feet, not in he least hurt, all smiles.
 Then such shout as went up. Poor Willie almost wished he were dead
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-28
WILLIE'S FIRST PARTY #

snERHAPS you remember your
 first party? If so, and if you
 are truthful about it, you must
 - admit that you were very ner-
 vous and that you didn't have good ~time at all--at least, not until just Aabout the time it was breaking up. Now Willie had much the same ex' #perience for he attended his first kparty only the other afternoon and, so Shis Big Sister said, all through it he Blocked as though he had been caught 4stealing jam and knew he was going |1to be whipped. E Moreover, Willie himself didn't deny Fit. What he said was. "Aw shucks! &rd rather be out shootin' marbles! Parties is all right for girls, and-and flor sissy boys!" In which statement, { of course, Willie was not correct. But to return to the party. It was given by little Miss Helena Martin. . .who lived right across the street from ! Willie. Now Helena was a dainty lit- < tie miss with hair of gold and eyes of zblue-and Willie thought her quite the &prettiest and incest little girl in the sneighborhood.
 Of course he didn't know 1t, but Helena thought he had just the fun
 niest freckles any boy could have;. and she often wondered if a COW really < had licked" him and made his bright
 red hair stand up on end in that queer S"cow-lick.'
 Truth to tell, Willie didn't want to go. He didfft come right out and say , so, but he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about 1t. T don't blame him, laughed Big Sister. Why, Mamma, zhe'll be a regular bull in a china shop!'' For quite while Willie tried to understand what she had meant by such a strange remark; but he finally gave it up, as he couldn't, for the life of him, imagine how bull could get 5 into china shop.
 Hell have to wash his face and clean his finger nails and brush his { hair and be real nice and polite. won't ! he, Mamma?" Big Sister continued. "And-oh, yes-he will have to dance, j too, with all the little girls!"
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even if it brought the whole house down on top of him!
 But there was the dainty Helena, smiling and waiting for him. So, scared within an inch of his life, he stumbled forward and took the posi- ion Big Sister had taught him to take at the beginning of a dance. It was a "One-Step" and Willie really danced the "One-Step' very well-with Big Sister!
 But he stood with Helena as though he were glued to the. fioor Several times he tried to start, but always he seemed to be out of time with the music. Finally-Willie was quite cer- tain every one in the room was look Ing at him--they managed to start. Down the room they went and turned, and then Willie began to feel a little less nervous.
 ''Oh, like the way you dance, Will ie," said Helena with a smile.
 Willie scowled. ''Huh.4 Is that so ?" he said. for he felt certain Helena was making fun of his dancing. Well. If you don't like it you know what you can do,''
 Helena looked at him. in amazement.
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"Oh, Willie!" she exclaimed
 And then Willie felt quite ashamed of himself.s
 Please be a good boy, and don't spoil my party" pleaded pretty Helena.
 Who's spoilin' your old party!" demanded Willie q guess I ain't! And I guess you can't make fun of my dancing, and-''
 "Oh, Willie." cried Helena. I'm net making fun of your dancing-I think you dance just-just beauti- fully'
 Whereupon, Willie was considerably modified.
 Helena looked at him and laughed --and Willie tried to laugh back at
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him. And she explained how rude it would be to overlook such an atten tion to ones hostess But Willie de- cided he would put it off just as long as he could So, for many dances, he stood against the wall and looked on.
 Then, as the music struck up, Hell ena came to him and asked him to dance with her. Poor Willie! His heart was right up in his throat, and he felt his knees giving way under him. My, how he did wish the floor would open up and swallow him
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Finally he looked down at her and smiled. "I believe" he said. that my little girl is going to become a splen- did horsewomann
 Whereupon, Roger-Boy whisked his tail and frisked up his hind-legs and broke into gallop-just as though he, too, understood the compliment perfectly and was overJoyed at it.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-28
NUT PUZZLE.

! What kind of nut is hidden in this picture? To find it arrange all the first letters of the words which the small pictures represent so that they will spell the name of the nut. REvERSALS. i Reverse an abbreviated boys name and find the same.
 Reverse seed and find the same. Reverse meridional and find the same.
 Reverse species of pine and find the same. Reverse a parent and find the sam
 HIDDEN PRESIDENTS. The dog ran to his l.-a.sa;.
 The hay escaped burning.
 Take our washing to number eight of the first flat.
 Edgar Field was the name of our pitcher.
 Our boy hkes to build a dam straight across the creek.
 Come, John, fill more bottles for me.
 The boot jacks on the floor beside you.
 It was common roe shad but it was good.
 Answers. HICKORYNUT:- Indian. ClaM Kite, ostrich, Rabbit, Yacht, Nail, Uw brella, Top,
 REVERsALs; = Bob, Pip. NooM Andfsd, Dad.
 HIDDEN PRESIDENTS: = Grant, Hayes, Washington. Garfield. Addms, Fillmore, Jackson, Monroe
The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-11-28
CAGED

n RAW upon sheet of paper this
 empty cage, and near to the cage O draw a little robin red breast. thus.
 Now the trick is to make the bird hop into the cage, and it is not diff cult to do as you will see.
 Place a card or piece of paper between the cage and the bird, hold ing the card perpendicularly on the
The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1915-09-03
Large Crowd u The
Demonstration Farm
lconiinned rom tirst page. J

Continued irom first page
which, brought out various ideas
more in detail and which the tarn-
ers entered into right heartily.
In the afternoon. there were adj
dresses By A. G. Morgan. Of Clarks.
vile. who 10 engaged Ia tobacco IN
sect work for tina United States De-
partment. and others. Mr.. Morgan
told Of ihe value III arsenate OF lead
in preference 10 paris green IN eradi-
eating tobacco worms, and later In
the afternoon he and Mr.. Judd took
the farmers over the tobacco field
and gave demonstration Of the
points brought out in bis talk.
A. d. Knox. Assistant industrial
Agent OF the Road, addressed the
farmers upon the work oil this de.
partment, and how II was eEdeavor.
ing to bring the producer and con
SINNER In closer touch. aud the good
results which had already been no
ted. He told Of the Lime Club
work which had resulted in l2t
acres In alfalfa In West Tennessee
which might not have been possible
otherwise for years. He told OF The
purchase by the Road Of herd o
| milking snort.horns Tor introduction
| upon the farms in Tennessee, and
| explained the community bull plan
by which this breed Of dual put
pose cattle world be placed upor
the farms.
That the Demonstration Farm
has attracted considerable. .mteEes'
was proved last Saturday by th'
number OF farmers who came K
bear the lectures and see for them
selves. The ten acres in tobacco
which Mr.. Judd has raised THU
year. is the finest field in this Who'll,
section, and, according TO DR.
Morgan Of the University OF Ten
nessce, the finest crop be has seen
produced under similar conditions