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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
POLES

Mabel Berra, star of several Broad way productions including Little Nemo," and ''The Enchantress," will be seen at Polls. the first half of the week, in the big musical comedy "At Fhidnight." This is from the pen lof Fred de Gresac, who wrote "The Bride Shop" and is a most complete production. Supporting Miss Berra will be big company of well-known lplayers.
 {! In the photop1ay bill will be fea- ftured '-Th9 Common Law" filmed from Robert w. Chambers novel and star
 ring Clara Kimball Young and her own company. This big production Is in seven. reels and holds fully as much interest as did the novel of the same name. Pathe's Pictorial News will also be shown.
 Willard Dashiel1. formerly of the Poli Players here, and a selected company will appear in a playlet "A lBoss There Was,'' written by John J. fSplain of New Haven. MT. DashielPs
 many friends will extend him warm twelcome. l William Morrissey & Company, a
 trio of funsters, in a snappy variety lonering; William Ebbs, a premier ven-
 triloquist and Slaire and Atwood, in
 dancing and acrobatics, will also be seen.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
The Hired Business Man,n

Are not all business men tired? If not why do we hear so much about musical comedies and vaudeville per formances that are constructed espe- cially for the purpose of resting and refreshing the tired business man?
 If there is any one claim that has been conceded for ages past 1t is this: Fatigue is much more fatal to a man than to a woman. We seldom hear of a tired washerwoman or a tired house keeper. Nobody ever wrote musical comedy for tired schoolmarms. It has always been held that if a man has to work at night he must sleep in the daytime. But everybody knows that a woman can walk the floor all night with sick baby in her arms and still be able to perform strenuous household duties next day. Mans work is from sun to sun"-that being the limit of his endurance.-Southern WOman's Maga- zine.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
Why the cocoanut Has Eyes,


 Who can tell why the cocoanut has three eyes? Luther Burbank explains it this way;
 Cocoanuts generally grow at the edge of the sea or rivers. The nuts are surrounded with a thick husk with a waterproof covering, so that when they drop into the water they will float. In floating the three eyes are always on top.
 Once in the water nature gets busy. From one of the eyes there comes a shoot, which develops broad leaves like sails The wind catches the sails and waits the cocoanut on journey sometimes many miles long. As it sails the other two eyes develop roots, which at first grow among the fibers or the woody husk.
 In good season the cocoanut is swept upon another shore, perhaps on anoth- CT island. The roots embed themselves in the soft earth, the sail becomes the trunk, and cocoanut palm is growing where none grew before.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
Story of a Fate.,.ui Dog.

Story of Fate.,:ul Dog. Animals, and especially dogs, can be most sincere mourners. Near Grey friars church, Edinburgh, stands the statue of dog bearing this inscrip- ton:
 GREYFRIARS BOBBY. From the life, just before his death.
 A TRIBUTE
 To the affectionate fidelity Of
 GREYFRIARS BOBBY. In 1858 this faithful dog followed the re- mains of his master to Greyfriars Churchyard, and fingered near
 the spot until his death
 in 1872. Erected by the Baroness Burdett-Coutts,
 1872
 Think of it! Fourteen years! In the winter Bobby, lay under flat tomb stone for shelter, and he was found dead on his masters grave one morn ing after having waited patiently for fourteen long years. Surely remark able instance of animal fidelity.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
Amusemcnts
PLAZA.

[ Those who like to have their enter kainment of a vaudeville nature fur hished them in lively, snappy fashion Hin be more than pleased with the program arranged at the Plaza foG the lore part of the week with the open Ing performance this .aafternoon. Dora Dean Players have been selected to head the list with a singing, dancing and comedy attraction that is a treat ln every sense of the word. Miss Dean )s recognized as one of variety's clev- erest and most versatile entertainers and she has surrounded herself with , septette of nimble bodied and sweet voiced darkies. The act is unusual and will surely prove one of the big hits of the season.
 Jack Sidney and Miss Billie Towns ley, two talented young folk with beautiful voices that harmonize ex- quisttely and exceptional ability in the terpsdchorean line will have an impor- tant spot to fill.
 Then too, Carson and Willard should have an easy victory with their com edy skit entitled, At the Bulletin Board" for both are dyed-in-the- wool comedians and their material is new.
 Completing the vaudeville is Samaya, who will present one of the most sen- sational aerial offerings behind the footlights today.
 Bessie Barriscale, the talented epo- donal actress, has the title role in s.Plain Jane." the Triangle's lctest contribut1on to the Plaza,s picture pro- gram. and a splendid feature it is, serving as an excellent vehicle for Miss Barriscale. Charles Ray, the popular juvenile leading man. is cast opposite Miss Barriscale, a fact that will please his man admirers to no little xtent.
 A Keystone comedy in two laugh hble parts completes tho Fill
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
THE WEATHER

New Haven, Oct. 9-Forecast: Showers and cooler tonight; Tues day partly cloudy and colder.
 COnnecticut: Rain and colder tonight. Tuesday partly cloudy and colder. Moderate southwest to northwest winds.
 Showers have occurred during the last A hours from Colorado northeastward across the like re- zion to northern New England. Showers were also reported from the gulf and south Atlantic coasts. Pleasant weather prevails this morning between the Rocky Mountains and the Mississippi river. An area of high pressure, central over Montana and North Dakota, is producing a decided fall in temperature in the western districts. The temperatures con- tinue above tho normal in the eastern district.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
CAUGHT UNDER CAR
 THAT OVERTURNED,
 ONLY SLIGHTLY HURT

His automobile turning turtle. as a Result of collision at Barnum avenue and Pembroke street. shortly after lmidnight, Stanley Jakowsky. astound- cd spectators of the accident by craw- ling from under his machine, having lsuffered only a few scratches.
 : Jakowsky, who lives at 325 Ogden Ntreet, struck a car owned and opera ted by Albert Fisher of Asylum street. Both cars were damaged by the inn pact. The police say they were run ming at a high rate of speed.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09

bird organ. It consists of two round sheet iron cylinders, one inside of the other. The lower one contains water The upper one is manipulated by a series of small weights and pulleys. which cause it to settle slowly down. ward, the air being expelled through a whistle, which has several modifiers to give variety to it's tones. When the upper cylinder has come down the re- quired distance a spring operates the weights that raise it again to repeat the sound.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
CELEBRATE SILVER WEDDINGS OF TWO
 EAST SIDE COUPLES

Celebration of silver wedding an- niversaries of two members of the Social Star Whist club was held Sat urday night at the home of MT. and Mrs. Henry Mitchell in honor of MT. and Mrs. Rudolph Breetz, 430 Hollis ter avenue and MT. and Mrs. John Molden, 1443 Stratford avenue.
 The occasion was one of deep in- terest to the participants and to the club of which the honored guests had been members for nearly 15 years. Handsome cut glass, vases presented after play at cards by Mrs Mitchell are the testimonials which each of the homes cherishes to- day.
 The gathering of the "A members of the club at the Mitchell home at 1114 Park avenue was in the nature of a surprise to both couples, who enter ed the handsomely decorated home and sat beneath the big silver bell in the dining room under the belief that they were to participate in the other couples glory. A special or chestra improvised for the occasion rendered musical selections during the card play and also played for the dancing which ensued.
 At the conclusion of the evening s games appropriate remarks upon the life of both couples were made as Mrs. Mitchell presented each in turn with the clubs gifts. The surprise to each was intensified by the secrecy in which the event was shrouded until its denouement.
 Among those presentHwere MT. and Mrs. Jacob Huffman, MT. and Mrs. Frank Fetch, MT. and Mrs. Carl Hen kel, MT and Mrs. Albert Minor, MT. and Mrs. Carl Auth, MT. and Mrs. William Malley, MT. and Mrs. Hiram Winterburn, MT. and Mrs. Ernest Rhode and MT. and Mrs. James Stein berger,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
Money In Trunk Lost
 When Home Is Burned

Cheshire, Conn.,. Oct. 9.-A, house owned and occupied by Eugene Peu- geot, in the farming district of the town, was burned early today with a part of its contents. The loss is be- tween $3,000 and $4,000. Louis Peu- geot, son of the owner, lost $400 in cash, the savings of his summers work. He had the money in trunk in the attic and the trunk was one of the things burned.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
Startinu Trouble.

"It's going to be war to the knife" " declared the suburban man, who was feeding his chickens.
 What now?' asked his friend.
 "Why, Banks sent me a box of axle grease and advised me to use it on my lawn mower"
 "Wellr
 "Well, sent it back and told him to use 1t on his daughters voice. London Mail
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
MARGARET MOONEY.

Margaret, wife of James Mooney, formerly a constable of Fairfield, died at her home, 911 Broad street on Sat urday night. following a weeks ill., ness with pneumonia. Mrs. Mooney was a well known member of Sacred Heart church. She is survived by her husband, son, Daniel Mooney, and two brothers. Michael McCarrick of Faireld, and Patrick McCarrick of Bridgeport, also a niece and nephew of this city. The funeral will be held from the undertaking parlors of Michael J, Cannon on Broad street,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
Humiliation,

T tell you, sir, kissing the hand that smites you is nothing to what I saw in the hotel this morning.
 What was thatT'
 "The porter was backing the boot that had kicked him last night. t."-Lon don Tit-BitS.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
HENRY HAYNES.

held from his late home,'15O Seaview avenue, at 2:30 Saturday afternoon. Rev. B. F. Kidder, lastor of the Sum- merfield M. B. church., conducted the services, which were largely attended. The bearers: Philip Cyrran. Richard Fray, Edward Van Barber, Thomas Cunning, Benjamin Sinbert, Charles O'Brien. Burial was in Park ceme- tery.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
Advice.

There's one sure way to get along in this world"
 What's that?"
 Quit fretting about the things some one else has and keep hustling for the things that so far no one has and you can get for yourself if you're first on the job."-Detroit Free Press.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09

George Anito, five, of the Bronx, died at Lebanon hospital from burns re- ceived when his clothing caught fire from a small bonfire built Hby boys in a vacant lot,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
OBITUARY.
JOHN KUHN.

The body of John Kuhn, who died at Hillside home, was buried at Lake view by Rourke & Boucher Saturday, No friends or relatives claimed the body.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09


 tenden. of the Girls club, has resigned her position to live with her brother, Dr. Charles A. Zones, of South High land Park, New Rochelle, N. Y. !
 Weddings and their attendant fes- tivities occupy the greater part of October. More weddings of promi- nent young persons are scheduled for this month than any similar period has seen in some time. One of the first of the weddings will be that of Miss Annea c. Shelton, who will be married to Edward Lewis Barlow at the home of her sister, Mrs. Philip Beverly Warner, in Stratford, on Sat urday, Oct IA. Miss Shelton was the guest at a luncheon given for her this afternoon by Miss Edna Smith of Park avenue.
 Ralph Blackburn. who will marry Miss Dorothy DeLoss of 137 Park ave- nue, on Wednesday, Oct. IS, will be the guest of honor at a stag dinner to be given tomorrow evening at the University club. Miss DeLoss and MT. Blackburn will also be the honor guests at a dance, to be given on Fri day evening of this week by Miss Barbara Waldo, at her home in Brooklawn park.
 Cards have been issued by MT. and Mrs. Daniel Watt Buchanan of Phil adelphia for the wedding of their daughter, Miss Ethel Buchanan and George B. Hughes at the home of Miss Buchanan's aunt. Mrs. John E. Foster, 225 Park avenue, at 7:S0 o'clock Friday evening, Oct. 2S. MT. Hughes is the son of MT. and Mrs. Frank J. Hughes of 3S Washington avenue.
 MT. and Mrs. August E. Lundquist of 112 Pembroke street., have an- nounced the wedding of their daugh- ter, Miss Edna A. Lundquist to Ed mund Chase Ellis, of 2S Hough ave- nue, nephew of MT. and Mrs. Thomas L. Lowe of that Address. Miss Lund- quist is in the office of Lowe's laundry. No date has been set for the wedding.
 MT. and Mrs. Harry Quinn welcomed a 12 pound daughter at their home, 108 Rose street, this morning. The father, proprietor of, the Park City cafe, is well knbwn in athletic circles through out the state.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09

Two men were seriously injured in fight between striking carpenters and dockbuilders working in Long Is- land City,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
Bird Orqans,

The German peasants in the Harz mountains teach their birds to sing
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
AFreDd0ndo Al

Eiizeo Arrendondo, Ambassador Designate to the United States, left for Washington accompanied by Col onel DarriGan, chief of staff to General Carranza,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09
SOCIAL NOTES

Miss Margaret Zones, the superin- tendent of the Girls club, has resigned her position to live with her brother, Dr. Charles A. Tones, of South High land Park, New Rochelle, N. Y. ]
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-09

MT. and Mrs. Harry Quinn welcomed a 12 pound daughter at their home, 108 Rose street, this morning. The father, proprietor of the Park City cafe, is well knbwn in athletic circles through out the state.
Evening star., 1916-09-17

"I won't touch him-not now," he
growled. But to-night-oh, God!'
His knuckles snapped.
4You = liar! You - spy! You
sneak!' he cursed through his
broken teeth. David saw where they had
been-a cavity in that cruel, battered
mouth. "And you think, after that
Again Hauck tried to draw him away,
Brokaw flung off his hand angriiy.
al won't touch him-but I'll tell him,
Hauck! The devil take me, body and
soul, if don't! 1 want him to know"
"Youre fool!" cried Hauck. "Stop,
or by heaven"
Brokaw opened his mouth and
laughed, and David saw the havoc Of his
blows ...s
4You'll do achat, Hauck? Nothing
that's what you'll do! Amt l told him
you killed that napao from MacPher-
son? Haven't | told him enough to set us
both swinging?" He bent over David
until his breath struck the others face.
"Im glad you didn't die, Raine, because
| want to see you when you shuttle
off. We're only waiting for the Indians
to go. Old Wapi starts with his tribe at
sunset. I'm sorry, but we can't get the
heather away any earlier, because he says
it's good luck to start a journey at sunset
in the Moulting Moon. You'll start yours
a little later-as soon as they're out of
sound of rifle shot. You can't trust
Indians, eh? You made a hit with old
Wapi, and it wouldn't do to let him know
we're going to send YOU where Won sent
my bear. Eh-would it?'
Evening star., 1916-09-17

"You mean-you're going to murder
me?' said David.
"If standing you up against tree and
putting bullet through your heart is
murder-yes, gloated Brokaw.
Murder" repeated David.
HE seemed powerless to say more than
that. An overwhelming dizziness was
creeping over him. The pain was splitting
his head, and he swayed backward. He
fought to recover himself, to hold himself
up; but that returning sickness reached
from his brain to the pit of his stomach,
and with groan he sank face downward
on the cot. Brokaw was still talking, but
he could no longer understand his words.
He heard Hauck's sharper voice, their
retreating footsteps, the opening and
closing of the door-fighting all the time
to keep himself from falling off into that
black and bottomless pit again. 1t was
many minutes before he drew himself to
a sitting posture on the edge of his cot,
this time slowly and guardedly, so that
he would not rouse the pain in his head.
1t was there. He could feel it burning
steadily and deeply.
The bar of sunlight was gone from the
wall, and through window in the west
end of his room he saw the fading light of
day outside. 1t was morning when he
had fought Brokaw-it was now almost
night. The wash-basin was where it had
fallen when Henry struck him. He saw
red stain on the floor where he must
have dropped. Then again he looked at
the window. 1t was rather oddly out of
Evening star., 1916-09-17

She was panting-sobbing, as if she had
been running long distance. She
made no effort to speak, but dropped at
his feet and began saving at the caribou
babiche with knife. She had como
prepared with that, a ten-inch hunting
knife! He felt the bonds snap, and before
either had spoken she was at his back,
and his hands were free. They were like
lead.
She dropped the knife then, and her
hands were at his face-dark with the dry
stain of blood; and over and over again
she was calling him by the name she had
given him-Sakewawin. And then tho
tribal chant of Wapi and his people grew
nearer and louder as they passed into the
forest, and with choking cry the girl
drew backfrom Davidand stoodfacing him.
"I-must hurry" she spoke swiftly.
Listen! They are going! Hauck or Bro
kaw will 60 as far as the lake with Wapi
and the one who does not go will return
here. See Sakewawin-I have brought
you knife! When he comes--you must
kill him!'
The chanting voices had passed. The
pean was dying away in the direction OF
the forest.
He did not interrupt her. With hands
clutched at her breast, she went on:
al waited-until all were out there.
They kept me in my room, and left Mar
ces-the old Indian woman---to watch me.
When they were all out to see Wapi off,
l struck her over the head with the end
of Nisikoos' rifle. Maybe she is dead.
Tara is out there; know where to find
Evening star., 1916-09-17
TN that chaotic night in which
he was drifting, David ex-
perienced neither pain nor

ptTieuceu HeltHoT pain uOT
- very much of the sense of
life. And yet, without seeing or
feeling, he seemed to be living. All
was dead in him but that last con-
sciousness which is almost the
spirit. He might have been dream
ing; and minutes, hours, or even
years might have passed in that
dream. For a long time he seemed
to be sinking through blackness;
and then something stopped him,
without jar or shock, and he was
rising.
He could hear nothing at first.
There was vast silence abouthim,
silence as deep and unbroken
as the abysmal pit in which he
seemed to be floating. After that
he felt himself swaying and rock
ing as if tossed gently on the bill
lows of a sea. That was the first
thought that took shape in his
struggling brain: he was at sea;
he was on a ship in the heart Of
black night; and he was alone.
He tried to call out, but his
tongue seemed gone. 1t seemed
long time before day broke, and
then it was a strange day. Little
needles of light pricked his eyes;
silver strings shot like flashes Of
web-like lightning through the
darkness; and then he began to
feel and hear. A dozen hands
seemed holding him down, so that
he could move neither arms nor
feet. He heard voices. There
appeared to be many of them
at first-an unintelligible rumble;
and then, very swiftly, they be-
came two.
He opened his eyes. The first
thing that he observed was bar
of sunlight against the eastern wall
of his room. That bit of sunlight
was like a magnet thrown there to
reassemble the faculties that had
drifted away from him in the dark
of his unconsciousness. 1t tried to tie
first of all, that it was afternoon
late in the afternoon. He would
sensed that fact in another nom
two, but something came betwee
and the radiance flung by the Yves
slant of the sun. 1t was face, tw,
-Hauck's and Brokaw's! Yes, B
was there, staring down at him-s
still-and almost unrecognizable
was no longer stripped, and he v
longer bloody. His face was swolle
lips were raw; one eye was closet
DAVID tried to sit up. He mana
~ balance himself on the edge of
His head was dizzy, and he felt
and helpless. Then he discovers
his hands were tied behind him, a
feet were bound. He thought
looked like an exultant gargoyle
stood there with a horrible grin
face, and Brokaw-
1t was Brokaw who bent over hi
thick fingers knotting, his one OPP
fairly livid.
I'm glad you amt dead, Raine.
His voice was husky, muffled
swollen thickness of his battered lii
Thanks, y said David. The dizzin
leaving him, but there was stead
in his head. He tried to smile. aTh
1t was rather idiotic of him to sa,
Brokaw's hands were moving slo,
ward his throatwhen Hauck drew hin
This serial began In issue Of July 49, 1916. Copyr
by James Oliver Curwood
Evening star., 1916-09-17

place, so high up that one could
not look in from the outside "a
rectangular slit to let in light,
and so narrow that a man could
not have wormed his way through
it. He had seen nothing particu-
larly significant in its location last
night or this morning; but now
it struck him as forcibly as the
pieces of babiche thong that
bound his wrists and ankles.
A guest might be housed in this
room without suspicion, and at
the turn of key be made
prisoner. There was no way of
escape unless one broke down the
heavy door or cut through tho
log walls.
Gradually he was overcoming
his sensation of sickness. His
head was clearing, and he began to
breathe more deeply. He tried to
move his cramped arms. They
were without feeling, like lifeless
weights hung to his shoulders.
With an effort he thrust out his
feet. And then--through tho
window--there came to him the
mutfled boom, boom, boom of
tOm-tom.
WAPI and his Indians were go-
ing. David heard n weird and
growing chant, savage p9an to
the wild gods of the Moulting
Moon. A gasp rose in DWid's
throat. 1t was almost II cry.
His last hope was going with
Wapi and his tribe! Would
they help him if they knew? If
he shouted? If he shrieked for
them through that open window?
1t was mad thought, an impos-
sible thought; but it set his
heart throbbing for u moment.
And then -suddenly--it seemed
to stand still. A key ratified in
the lock, turned, the door opened
and Marge O'Doone stood be-
fore him.
Evening star., 1916-09-17

David balanced himself on the edge of his cot.
'You mean you're going to
murder me?' -.
Evening star., 1916-09-17

This serial began In issue of July 49, 1916 Copyright 1916
by James Oliver Curwood
Evening star., 1916-09-17

If standing you up against tree and
putting a bullet through your heart is
murder yes gIod,ed Brokdp."
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1916-06-29
A Clergy,nan's Startling Notice

A clergyman was anxious to in
troduce some hymn-books into the
church, and told the clerk to give
out the notice right after the SER
mon. The clerk had a notice of
his own to give out about the bap-
tism of infants. AT the close of the
that, "All those who have. child
rem whom they wish to have baptiz-
ed please send their names to the
clerk"
The clergyman who was deaf, as
SUI led that the clerk was giving
out the humn-book notice, and i'm
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1916-06-29

A commercial traveller found him
self in remote village inn when {
heavy downpour of rain set in. .
say" he said addressing the wait
ress. lit looks like the flood"
Like what?" the girl inquired.
Like the flood. You have reat
of the flood, how the ark landed OF
Mount Ararat, haven't you?"
Mo, sir" admitted the waitress
Il ain seen newspaper TO
ore'n a week"