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Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17

For Charter. Vessels and Barges oI
al sizes. Insurance ELECTED. Vessels
Bought and Sold. Tug Boats for
Hire.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
For Sheriff.

! hereby announce myself as n can
didate for the Office of Sheriff, subject
tn the action of the Democratic
primary.
JOSEPH G. MATTINGLY.
6-J-tp.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
Ode REASON why
PRICES ARE HIGH
is's the Fault OF the Paper Dollar.

When q man has but 500 In bank
and issues three 0O-day notes for 500
each. based on the bank deposit as Sc
curity. the value OF those notes soon
falls very decidedly. In other words,
the average creditor would feel that
he ought to have two or even three
such notes before he had paper sufIl-
cient 10 equal the value OF that 500
In gold that lies In the bank.
This Is approximately what has hap
pened with the worlds currency. So
much paper has been issued I'm the
form Of notes, credits. bonds and sImI-
lar promises TO pay" that Its value
when compared with actual food and
clothing and other necessities has
fallen tremendously. We express this
same Idea the other way around by
saying prices have gone up"
There Is no reason to expect rapid
retirement OF paper promlses-war
bonds the world over must run for
some years yet to come, and private
credits cannot be withdrawn soon.
Therefore this cause OF high prices
will probably be with US for some time
yet-seyeral years. In fact.
In the case OF farm crops. at least,
there Is another very good reason why
prices are high. Many more mouths
are TO be fed than formerly and this
condition also Is likely TO persist. War
devastated fields cannot immediately
regain their former productivity. The
farmer seems to be secure In the as
surance Of good crop prices for long
time To come.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
WELL-FED WHEAT PLANTS
RESIST INSECT ATTACK

Mr.. v. v. Clark. county agricultural
agent of Marshall county. Indiana. has
made some extended demonstrations
on the use OF commercial fertilizer
combined with a good seedbed for
wheat as a preventative measure
against the attack of Hessian fly and
joint worm. He considers the use OF
proper tillnge and proper fertilizers
the best method available for counter
acting the attack of these wheat pests.
Mr.. Clark says that his observation In
that the well-fed plant is more resist.
ant to attacks by both insects and dis
@eases. Mr.. Clark recommends ammonI-
ated fertilizers for use on wheat be-
cause IL Is desirable to have ammonia
to force the growth OF wheat so that
IL Will be better able to withstand win
ter conditions.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
WORLD RECORDS m WHEAT
-6RoWlAo.

The largest yield Of wheat
ever recorded was 117.2 bushels
per acre. II was produced In
1896 In Island county. Washing.
ton. on an 18-acre field.
The largest yield OF wheat
over n period Of years Of which
the world has any record is that
of 36h bushels per acre at tho
Rothamsted experiment statIOn
In England. This yield is the
average for period Of 90 years.
Ordinary unfertIllzed land I'm
England does not do that well.
In fact. the average yield of un-
fertilized land for the same ne
riod of years was only 12h
bushels. The extra "a bushels
was the result of an annual np-
plication OF fertilizer containing
nitrogen. phosphoric acid and
potash.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
W.
Z. TRICE g. co.
MECHANICSVILLE, MD.
Quality Style Price
Best Latest Lowest

Quality Style Price
Best Latest Lowest
BuggiGs, Flour and Salt
bought in ear lots; therefore
we offer a variety of buggies
to choose from at the lowest
prices.
The newest styles in Ready tO Wear
Clothing. Also agents for the Eng
lish-American and the Royal Tailors.
Endicott-Johnson and Sely Shoes In
all styles. We buy right, are satisfied
with small profits and try to please
our customers.
Special attention given tn mail or
ders. Highest price paid for eggs.
GROCERIES. We will save you
money. Give US a call and be con-
vinced.
Fisk Automobile Tires "deIiv-
cred by parcel post" to any part
OF county.
Agents for Buffalo Paint
l-7-'l5-y
M
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17

For sl.00 we will send To any reader
OF this paper, two-lb. box of our
fresh homemade, hand-dippcd aSsort-
cd chocolates, postage prepaid. No
better chocolates made. Send US hy
mail Sl.W for trial box.
PURITY CONFECTIONERY co
25l w. Mulberry 81, Iialtimorc, Md.
J2-l9-lv.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
Pine Timber For Sale.

One of the finest tracts OF Pin,.
timber left IN 81. Mary's, estimat-
cd To cut three hundred thousand
To four hundred thousand feet, Il
NJ. Also about one hundred
Thousand Il tyo handrci thous-
anl feet OF Oak. swamp timber.
etc. | l-2 miles from State road,
over cool level county road.
Plenty of Labor nearby. 10 HIP.
engine and saw mill Just set ready
I" 20 To work. Will sell all or
separate Terms 10 reliable par
". Owner wishes 10 engage in
other business. Contract foI
timber has l6 months to run, oI
till Aug. -, 1920. Chance foI
someone TO make big money. Ap.
ply TO or address
GEO. Y. McCULLY,
I.eonardtown or Hollywood, Md
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
For County Commissions.

Democratic voters of the 9TH, 5th
and Ith districts would he glad Of an
opportunity 10 support Mr.. CHARLES
l.. JOHNSON for County Commission
er, subject 70 the action of the Demo
cratic primary. 3-27-tf
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
For Sheriff

hereby announce myself as a can
didate for the Office OF Sheriff, subject
10 the action of the Democratic prim-
ary.
LEROY ii. GErZ.
5-29-tp.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-07-17
FOR TREASURER.

| desire to announce To my friends
that | am candidate for the nomina-
tion for the office OF County Treasurer
subject ~ the action of the Democratic
party. CHARLES Il. ABEI.f4.
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08

mother diedsin the age of the horse,
when the automobile was a ridicu-
lous rarity, when the airplane had
yet to be invented, but no innova-
ton can hurry the cicada-none ex-
cept the cosmicurge. When he feels
1t his whole generation receives the
same impetus at almost the same
moment, and. they all grope their
way upward. Fortunately, the urge
IS beneticent thing and comes lust
as dusk is settling on the world, when
BIRDS and other enemies have ceased
their efforts. Once out of the grass.
his sense of direction sends him to
the nearest'tree. There is a rustling
noise of thousands Of claws groping
at the bark the scratching of thou
sands Of others pulling their wav
into the branches. In the morning
the larval skins clinging to the tree
are empty, and the winged cicadas
are singing in the leaves and flying
clunlsily from branch to branch.
Seventeen, years-no more. no less
the long disappearance and the
sudden appearance are all that
save the cicada. In one of the
IONS in the Department of Agri-
culture at Washington they were
ready for him. Years ago they had
drawn r.ap showing where the
1919 brood # seventeen-yearolds
would make their appearance. The
prediction was sure thing, be-
cause evidence is in the archives re-
garding this particular locust fam
lily from as far back as 1715, and in
spite of the Revolution and the Civil
War they had never failed wait
ing world.
Even earlier than that the phe-
nomenon of the seventeen-vear To-
Gust had astounded the white men of
America, just as it had surprised
the observant savage before them.
In 1869 Nathaniel Moreton, writ
ing of the early days of the Plym-
outh Colony, told of insects that
appeared in myriads from holes in
the ground and resembled bees or
wasps, and set up such constant
yelling noise as to make the woods
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08

by the millions, blindly obeying the
great cosmic urge to burst from
the unsightly shell in which he has
been living, to emerge a winged
thing with eyes Of vern1ilion and a
ukelele n his chest.
1t is the great day of the Cicada
septendecim. His coming out party
makes the widest effort of the rich
est debutante's father a pale, puny
thing in comparison. He is using
the greater part of the Atlantic
seaboard as his ballroom. He is
furnishing his own orchestra, and
the usual inhabitants Of the rural
regions are forced to step aside
While he celebrates. The chickens
and even the dogs may try to eat
hlm-and in moderate quantities he
is a toothsome morsel-but apoplexy
and more cicadas only stare them in
the face. The farmer may be able
to turn the tables on the daylight
reformers and turn the clock back
t. It's divine groove. but not by one
jot ror one title can he alter the
celebration of the septendecim fam
lly, any more than Canute could
stop the waves from rising about
his feet. He has risen out of the
ground With the precision of a mir
acle-in seventeen years, no more
and no less-thus living up to the
letter of every prediction made of
his appearance.
The philologist has vet to be dis
covered who can account for the
confusion Of the periodical cicada
with the locusts that descended on
Pharaoh as a curse and which still
migrate over the farming coun-
tries of nearly every continent. The
clcada is a locust only in name, and
in numbers only compares with the
scourge of grasshoppers. Beside
them he is harmless, playful thing,
incapable of devouring vegetation,
unable and undesirous Of MIGRATING
for thousands of miles and leaving
a swath of destruction in his wake.
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08
Do You Know It Is
June?
R1 Ieanna OldGa1 Pot4ax
By Jeanne Oldheld Potter

DEAR, do you knoU 1t is June again?
There's the flame of the tanager's coat
And the small 1cood thrush through the evening hush
Is dropping plaintiue note;
The happy clans of the grass haze conqe
IN orr gag old garden the 1viId bees hunl
Somewhere is beating ting drum,
A portent of Summer ruin
The acad rose laughs at the thichets edge,
And shy, soft whispe11ngs STIR IN the hedge-
All, you must hnoW 1t is June.
Dear, don't you know June is at the door,?
The shadoas deep and cool
And the lilies that swim the pads that rim
The edge of the rufled pool;
There is scent of elder, clalsiue s1ueet
There are gag little winds running ouer the cheat,
Soft, cooing notes from retreat
And call from the sycamore.
DO You rest untroubed Who loued it so?
DO your dreams not quicken again. to tno1o
Here. IN the Oord it is June?
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08

things were different from what they
now are. She works for the big shops,
making things for miserable pay. Her
daughter also works. With little
pots of glue and colors she fabricates
fans for the bargain counters.
It is always thus that I have seen
them: Nine. Bin bent over her
sewing or her embroidery; Elise, at
her white wood table, in the midst of
vivid colors which make her pale
face and arms appear even more
pale. She would be really pretty if
she were not so pale. But there isn't
much fresh air in the Rue Payenne,
and only millionaires can pay for
pleasure auto rides!
Nevertheless, 1 have never heard
them complain, and they always
have two SOUS left for the morning
newspaper. Nowhere in all France
was victory more ardently longed
for than by these two humble
women. And they never went down
to the cellar during bombardments.
Elise couldn't go because of her
paralyzed legs And Nine. Bin, you
understand, naturally didn't wish to
leave her daughter alone.
I can hardly conceive that they
are still in the world. Yet they are
never melancholy or at odds with
the universe when go to see them
Sunday mornings, at the hour when
Nine. Bin returns from mass and
brings some provisions in with her.
That is the only time she ever leaves
her daughter.
The other day they asked me what
Bolshevism was. Since the war is
over and we have conquered, the
papers hardly ever talk Of anything
but Bolshevism. These two have a
vague idea that it must be revolu-
ton, probably something like the
Commune. Nine. Bin saw the Com
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08

keep for themselves. That is what
the Bolshevists are trying to do"
Elise lifted her poor head, blond
and charming, though lacking in
color
"That isn't the reason why I
shouldn't like to see such things
happen"
What Is your reason, Elise?"
i don't know. It would be hard
for me to explain. But III try.
When I've finished working at my
fans, what can I do? I read. You
mightn't have high opinion Of what
| read. l like best the feuilletona
Especially the stories which are to
appear in book form, for they are
the longest. My dream would be a
story 50 long that it would finish
only with my death-one which
could keep on reading to my last
day.
That is my life-my true life.
And | know it only in this way. I
have never been able to leave this
room. / shall never leave it. |
shall not marry. Still, l love 10
imagine the happiness that there is
IN books and in all the beautiful
things which l shall never know.
For half hour every day l am not
Elise. / am the poor, unhappy girl
who is going to be made happy, who
Will enter at the end into world of
JOY and luxury, a world extraordi
nary and magnificent. 1t will be a
world where the rich live, world
IN which | am loved by some one
who is not Of my world, who is very
handsome, talks well, has an auto
mobile and takes me on ship to
his home in some marvellous coun-
try.
1T pleases me to know that such
a world exists somewhere. If they
told me that it had disappeared, that
everybody now lived in the same
way, should lose something. l
should lose the only thing which
can possess-the JOY of imagining
myself in it. don't know to what
| should turn or in what l could
interest myself. ! should have to
try to force myself to think that
didn't live to-day, but in times past,
when such things were"
1T is true said Nine. Bin.
What would be left to her if she
knew that nobody lived any better
than we do?"
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08
The Bolshevists wish to chancx

The Bolshevists wish to change
this. They want to have a minority
govern again, but not the same mi
nority as before. Their minority
consists, practically, of the workers
IN the big industries, who are much
less numerous in Russia, and even
IN France, than the peasant pro-
prietors, the bourgeois and the in
tellectuals."
So l tell them how the system
functions in Russia-a full ration
for the workers and soldiers, half
ration for those who don't work with
their hands, a third ration for the
bourgeoisie and the intellectuals.
Then reflect and add
Il don't believe that that can last
long, because nobody under these
conditions has any incitement to
work. In fact, Russia is in the stu
alton of disabled vessel which can
no longer go anywhere to replenish
her cargo and whose sailors are con-
suming her supplies. When these are
devoured there will be nothing left
to do but to die Of hunger. Such is,
approximately, the Bolshevist re-
gime in Russia. l don't believe it
can be installed in France. 1t is a
little too simple and too foolish for
US. Besides, it couldn't last anv
longer here than anywhere else.
But you-what would you do
while it lasted? You work with YOUR
hands. You would get a full ration.
And you wouldn't have to pay rent.
Speaking sincerely, I don't see what
you would lose by it, at least at the
beginning. And when the provisions
are exhausted you will only have to
do like the others-go to bed hungry.
Or attempt to seize by force the
potatoes slnd grain which the peas
ants who have raised them want to
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08
TOW these two women were
able to live through the
= - WIZ is a rniracle which

OW these two women were
able to live through the
war is a miracle which
I still wonder at. Surely,
those who had some one at the front,
husband or son, bore their cross.
They we're worthy Of pity and ad-
1niration- They deserved all that
people did for them. But at least
they were aided Not only the
twenty-five sous and the fifteen sous
from the government, but the sym
pathy which every one felt for
mothers and wives Of fighting men.
Relief societies were organized for
their benefit. Others procured them
work, thought Of them and showed
them that they were being kept in
mind
You see, man doesn't live by bread
alone-nor woman either. It is nee
essary to feel that others are near
US who give US a friendly glance
and sy1npathize with US Otherwise.
solitude oppresses US One can die
OF solitude as one does Of starvation.
And the first is even sadder than
the second
But these two, the elderly widow
and her invalid daughter-the latter
with her legs paralyzed since in
fancy-how did they live through
those fifty-two months! And how
can they continue to live at this
moment, when everything is so dear?
They never received an ALLEGATION.
They couldn't 60 into the factories.
The mother doesn't wish to quit her
daughter, that poor cripple, who is
now in her twenty-fifth year and
who will remain a cripple until the
day Of her death. They were even
obliged to continue to pay rent for
their little lodging in the Rue
Payennc, because there were no
mobllized men in the family. They
are all alone. They have been alone
for many years.
The widow has small income OF
some hundred francs because her
husband was a modest functionary.
But what does that amount to? It
WAS insufficient before the war. when
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08
S Is the 18th Year and the I0crsts Are on the 1o1
One of the Greatest Events of the
Babylonian Cycle Of Buggdom
Sure as the Juggernaut

gathering quantities of them and
improving them for their tastes by
roasting in hot oven, stirring them
until they are we'll Drowned"
Yet even in a utilitarian world
The locust has not been recruited to
sc've the high cost of living. 1t is
true that DR.. Howland made certain
experiments with them as a tenta-
tive table delicacy in 1855, but he
was not very favorably impressed.
First he collected a number of new
clcadas, stepped them in water and
boiled them IN a pudding. They
gave certain taste to the pudding.
but themselves were tasteless. He
next fried some in batter, when
they reminded him of shrimps, but
ne admitted that they will never
prove a delicacy." On record, how
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08

Hothing Of the sutble distinctions
of bad and good. If he sees any
thing out of his red eyes it is
something undreamed of in the
philosophy Of the sub-sodular world
where he dwelt for the greater part
of his seventeen years. He stumbles
about on the twig where he climbed,
while his companions are devoured.
He naively plays his musical instru-
ment with which Providence so sud-
denly endowed him. He slips and
falls on his back, and wriggles
feebly and helplessly in an effort
to right himself. He is about
as helpless as any creature on the
surface of the earth, but he has one
great nsolation-there are mill
ions more just like him, more mill
ions than any scientist has yet es-
timated.
4 Real Veteran
And here is the irony of it all.
This cicada, this guileless innocent,
who is named so unjustly after those
tough, muscular brigands who ruined
the granaries of Egypt, is about as
long lived as any creature in the in
sect world. He emerges from the
egg in three weeks time, and runs
up and down the branch where he
Matched, as small, though not quite
so active, as a young flea. Then,
quite deliberately, obeying the same
cosmic urge that sends him out of
the ground at exactly the right
psychological moment, he drops from
the tree to the greensward beneath
and obeys another instinct. He
promptly burrows down to the earth
among the roots, aided by his strong,
claw-shaped forefeet, selects a good
looking root, attaches himself to it
and proceeds to imbibe nourishment.
There he stays as a larva, crude and
ungainly, the color of our friend the
cockroach, little of the crawfsh,
something of the worm. For seven
teen years he grows and eats, NOV
ing as little as possible from the
original spot he selected in the vaults
Of the sod, while history passes on
over his head. His father and
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08
Inv din @
Y ersailles

THE room at Versailles where the
l. peace treaty Will be signed ia TIE
famous Salon of Mirrors. For the first
time in history this salon viii De u.
vaded by the modern telephone and hear
the click of the typewriter The superb
room IN which Louis XlN-the sun
king-died Will also hear the ring of
the telephone bell, as telephones have
lGst been installed there In this same
room on the 9Th Of October in 1888
Marie Antoinette heard the popuiace os
Paris IN the courtyard below her hal-
cony cry for her blood
The antique bedroom of Madame de
Maintenon, accustomed to the conf
dences and the whisperings OF the IN
triguers, shall now hear the more frank
tap OF the modern typewriter. and sn-
stead of the scandals of the gossipint
old French diplomats a modern electric
tea urn, coarteously placed there Tor
the afternoon tea Of the English rem
resensativess at the peace conference,
now peacefully huns.
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08
TweedIe Poor
Tweedle

TNFEDLE's literary prediiee-
tions always irked his praoti-
\ cal sister, Mrs. Dee 50 it
followed that amity ceased
to dwell between them when he married
wife whose incessant converse was
Of literary celebrities and whose &c
static ambition was TO meet them face
to face.
Now Tweedle and his sister, Mrs.
Dee, botn were friends Of the Difident
Young Man, who one day received an
invitation to a little party in Green
wich Village, which read facetiously
and in part:
"The Tweedles will be there, bat n.
G. Wells will not II Mrs. Tweedle
mentions him we propose an immediate
and rebuking silence"
Because of that and other scintiltat
ing bits in the note, the Difhdent Young
Man showed it to Mrs. Dee. She read
i. and her lips compressed and then
khe went TO the phone.
And If you happen now TO be re-
cipient Of the whispered condolences of
the Tweedle-Dee neighborhood, you'd
hear something like this:
Have you heard-I hate TO believe
it-they say Mrs. Tweedie--no, don't
know who he IS, except his name Is
Welsh G. Wells. I believe Poor
Tweedle,"
New-York tribune., 1919-06-08

According to entomologists the
seventeen-year locust is a strictly
American species, formidable chiefly
because of his numbers and the
shocking suddenness of his appear
ance. He has not got scissorlike
jaws that can chew a leaf of lettuce
into tatters. Instead, what little
nourishment he takes in his sub
llmated winged state is drawn up
through strawlike proboscis, and
consists chiefly of the sap of trees.
The greatest damage is done by the
female, who digs deep gashes in the
tender branches of fruit trees as a
receptacle for her eggs.
Poor FeIl0tU!
Red of eye, black of thorax and
lrldescent as to wing, his color
gives him no protection. He has no
way to defend himself. His flight is
slow and uncertain. His only
strength is in his numbers, and no
one ever demonstrated the adage
better than the cicada. Every bird
IN Audubon's charts, coupled with
all the facilities Of the protected
barnyard hen, all the wasps, preda-
tory beetles and parasites of the
insect world, are not enough to
drive the innocent, defenceless
cicada off the earth before he has
attended to the propagation of his
species. The instinct of fear. so
prevalent in almost every other in
sect, never has been passed to the
cicada by his forebears, who wit
messed American history from their
trees and bushes.
Look at the willy cockroach, as he
crawls from his crack in the floor.
Before him his antenna are waving
gracefully, ready to signal the first
psychopathic suspicion of the
dreaded broom or boot. His ears are
attuned to the slightest hostile sound.
A stamp on the floor, a single quick
movement, and the gay gazelle of
bugdom is gone to the haunts which
ne knows best. But turn to the
cicada. His blunt, broad face is full
of guileless trust. His brief expert
ence in the sunshine has taught him