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The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

shooed explosively at the last offend ing hen and set to work to repair the damage.
 So we'll did he succeed that when he came out again that evening in his customary search for the ever-present potato bugs, the plants were all in place again. Busy with his lantern turing the pests from their hiding places, Jonathan failed to hear his front gate click, and it was only when he heard a feminine voice. high pitch ed with excitement that he looked up.
 "Oh, Jonathan, Jonathan!" walled the voice, which he recognized as En- mas, He strode quickly up the path, and as he came toward her he swung his lantern high enough to see her face.
 Well, an what is it now? More trouble, I s'pose?"
 "Oh, Jonathan, the most terrible thing has happened, We must stop them," and she flung her apron over her head and began to moan.
 stop who? What? Where? Sup pose you stop this silly racket and
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

tell me what it is you want me to stop," said Jonathan.
 They've gone and done it. My niece Eleanor has gone away with that nephew of yours. I heard them plan ming it all I was on the back porch, an they didn't know I was there, an he came for her in his automobile, an now they've gone an eloped."
 "Elopedi" yelled Jonathan. "Who? Jack? With that girl O yourn? The young scamp! T."
 "Oh, hurry up. Don't stand there talking she cried. Maybe we can stop them. They vent by the upper road, an"
 Jonathan was suddenly all action. Wait here If they went by that up per road we can take the lower one an cut 'em off,"
 He dashed toward the barn, and she could hear him harnessing the horse. A moment later, with a great ratt1ing of wheels on the gravel, he swung round the driveway and drew up at the gate. Get in,'' he shouted. "I got the fastest hoss in this county, an if he can't beat that buzz wagon that
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

who would win it. Then, after having exhausted the subject, they started for their respective homes, each declaring Miss Gray to be the best teacher in the whole world
 During the weeks that followed, Miss Gray noticed that most of her pupils were extremely polite, which caused her not little amusement; 1; but she knew they were doing their best to Illustrate true pOliteness, so she said nothing which would in any way lessen their enthusiasm. Some times she wondered if they were as polite when she was not near.
 One morning as some of the chil- dreu were on their way to school they noticed a poor. old woman trying to cross the street. She seemed weak and sick. and was shabbily. dressed. Did any of the boys offer to help her? No,
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

grabbed it, and this is what he read:
 "OUR NEW POSTMASTER.
 Ernest E. Braley is Appointed
 Postmaster of Lincoln
 Another uncle!" gasped the aston ished Fred. as he handed the paper to Betty. She scanned the story. Now, what do you say?" she demanded.
 "I say-I say" repeated Fred junp- ing to his feet, "that the Braleys can do anything! And I don't intend to be the one black sheep and block head of the family. I'm going out on my next trip and burn lem up-seu every dealer I call on If I have to hypnotize himi"
 Good for you!" exclaimed the girl putting her arms around his neck" 'I knew it all the time-that the Bra- leys could make good, and win!''
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

"Mornin', Jonathan,' she greeted. 'Whatever brings you a-caIlin' at this hour? But come right in: I'm"
 "Emmer Parsons" he interrupted angrily, If you don't keep them ever lastin' hens O yourn 10 home I'll have the law onto yer. This is the last time
 ''Why, Jonathan. what's the mat ter?'
 Matter? Matter enough, woman. They've got in there again an tore up every blessed one of my pertaters, that's all, and I ain't goin' to stand for it. I warn you. T."
 The lady drew herself up and her face flushed Well, Jonathan Bede, I'm sure l ain't to blame if my hens have dug up your garden. Besides, if you're talkin' bout the law, I guess I can have the law on you, too Only last week that calf of yours broke outn his pasture or somewhere an just ruined my flower beds. So guess if anybody can talk law, I can. So there Go long with you!" And she slammed the door in his face.
 Jonathan recrossed the street,
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
By Monte Darrell

young scamp sports around in, m"
 The jolt of their flying start cut of his words and as they flew down the lower road the speeding horse needed all his attention. Emma chung fran tically to his arm.
 That's what ye get by sendin' 'em off to finishing school an putin all these hifalutin' notions into their heads, muttered Jonathan
 well, Jonathan Bede," retorted Emma, q guess my Eleanor's just as good as that gallivantin' young nephew of yours. Goodness knows how"
 Suddenly she. heard Jonathan chuckle and she looked at him in amazement.
 Who'd a thought it? Them two children! Why, the young scamp's got more nerve than his uncle''
 Jonathan Bede, what do you mean?" gasped Emma.
 "Oh, nothin', Emma, nothin' at all. Only, I guess, when it comes right down to tacks, that nephew is gettin' a better bargain than your niece Is, maybe" He seemed to have forgot ten their morning quarrel
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

A few years later a very trim young lady stood facinng Dr. Bates in his of- flee
 "I did the best I could, doctor, and she is going to pull through all right. I am glad. for I, too, wanted to get thin once. I, too, took bath that might have proved fatal.'
 'Yes." he replied. smiling to him. self. "I think perhaps it might have proved fatal, after all,' and as he put his arm about her, his question was lost in her hair.
 Then, doctor. you do not like Scr stout, that is people who are no$ thin," she said, looking up shyly.
 Like them" he cried. picking her right off the floor, "why I just Iovs them"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

done, or your grandfather, or your uncles, or any other member O. the family. Your success depends entire ly upon yourself. You are the archi- tect of your own fortune. You can be just as big and great as you choose to be, as you have fighting spirit and per sistence to work and fight the battle"
 Just then the telephone rang. Bet ty went into the house to answer it. In a minute she returned with the in formation for Fred that his mother was calling him.
 What" Betty heard him exclaim. DO you mean it, mother? Bully!" And he slammed the receiver on the hook and rushed out on the porch. Betty Betty!" he exclaimed, What do you think? Brown Co.,, publishers, have accepted fathers novel and will
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
The Young and The Old
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EoNATHAN BEDE leaned heavily = upon his hoe and surveyed the
 wreck of all his hopes. Two oays previously these hopes had con- sisted of several long rows of potato plants, and they had been the pride of Jonathan's heart But now the long rows were scattered and ruined. and several large Plymouth Rocks. cluck- Ing about the yard, busiIy unconscious or the havoc they had wrought. be- came the immediate objects of JoDa- than's wrath
 He shock his clenched fists at them Tor few moments, and then, drop ping his hoe, he strode across the street, swung wide the neat white gate, which protested with an audible squeak at such rough handling, and stamping up the steps, gave long and violent ring at the doorbeu. The door was opened by huxom lady, clad in long gingham apron and dust cap. Broom in hand, she smiled cordially at her caller and gazed at him over her glasses, which hung so far aslant that they seemed on the poine of falling from her nose.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

they just stood and laughed and made fun of her shabby-1ooking clothes.
 Presently another boy joined the group.
 I'm ashamed of every one of you!" he exclaimed indignantly. Then going over to the old lady, and lifting his cap, he said courteously: I'll help you across, madam.
 The woman thanked him in a trem- bling voice. After he had assisted her to the other side of the street, he re- joined his schoolmates. They began at once to ridicule him; but John
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
By Albert Fiske

and up the steps. Rushing up to Fred he grabbed him by the hand. Accept my heartiest congratulations he re- peated, suppose you won't speak to us common folks any more, now that your uncle is an oil king?"
 Fred's face was the picture of aston ishment and perp1exity. My uncle an oil king!" he gasped. ''Why, what do you mean?"
 "Oh, don't you know about it? Ev- erybody's talking about it downtown. Your uncle William invested a little money in an oil lease in Oklahoma last year, and they have just drilled and struck a gusheri It's worth mill lions if it's worth g cent"
 At this dramatic juncture the paper boy came along and threw "The Evening News" onto the piazza. Fred
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

Johnny gave the command, Halt! Right about face, marchi"
 As the itinerant traveller refused to obey orders the young soldier pulled the trigger and as the tramp felt the burning, suffocating ammonia he turned and fled precipitately.
 Johnny's sentence was revoked, and the war department, consisting of his father and mother, presented him with a sword for "commendable bravery"
 The next event of importance that happened to Johnny was his first day in school. Johnny had worn trousers for such a long time that he felt quite a man, and as only babies stayed at
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

Affairs had not been going smoothly at home since Johnny's first day at school. Going to school was not quite as nice ss he had anticipated. He also missed his afternoon nap.
 One day he yielded to the influence of some older boys and played hockey"
 When he arrived home he found that his act was known. He was sent upstairs in disgrace. The next morn ing matters looked threatening and uncomfortable for Johnny.
 He began to think that he was a much abused boy, and decided to run away. He packed up his small things and strode bravely out the back gate.
 As he stopped to gaze for the last time on his late home, 3 great lump arose in his throat. He was tempted to return, but when he remembered how he had been abused, he went doggedly
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

~ HILDREN.' said Miss Gray, at @ the close of the afternoon ses- . NJ sion. II have spoken to you several times since the beginning of school on the subject of true polite ness, and I am sure that you remem- Der the substance of what I have told you; but today I have something to add to what I have already said which I think will greatly interest you. l have decided to give 9 prize to the pupil who best illustrates the meaning of true politeness during the next two months of school I want you all to try for this prize, and to remember to be polite at home and in the street as well as in the schoolroom.
 The children fiocked together after school was dismissed to talk over what Miss Gray had said. They won dered what the prize would be. and
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

two figures, one in 8 long motor veti. The other he recognized as his run- away nephew. Close beside them stood the auto. it's engine still run ming and near it wrecked buggy.
 Suddenly Jonathan grinned and his arm. which was still about Emma's waist, frightened.
 Emma" he whispered, "that young nephew of mine has got 3 lot more nerve than his old uncle. I've been wantin' to take you to a minister for these 15 years. an never had the nerve to ask you, let alone doin' 1t up ship-shape. like he did. But now"
 Jonathan, do behave. You're mus sin me all up. Besides, they're look in'."
 But they were not looking, being at that moment very much absorbed in each other. unconscious of the fact that they stood directly in the path of the headlights.
 Let's give 'em our blessin', Emma an then we'll all get into the buzz wagon an give the minister a double fee" suggested Jonathan
 "Oh, Jonathan, I'm so glad you're alive, I'd forgive 'em anything. But but Jonathan, I'm sorry about the hens," whispered Emma
 Emma, you can let them hens run all over my front yard, if you want to. 'cauSe-it'S going to he vour Frouh yard, too"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
Johns Reward


trated the meaning of true politeness during the last two months. You will know presently. I have decided to|fet a friend of mine award the prize"
 The children looked at one another in bewilderment. This was certainly something out of the ordinary-but then, Miss Gray was an original teacher. A few moments passed, and then the door opened. An old lady entered the schoolroom. As she as- cended the platform blush of shame came over many of the pupils faces, for they recognized in her the same
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
By Claire Wesson

him and he was soon lost in viewing his future school room. Suddenly he turned to whisper to his mother and foyzhd to his horror that she was gone.
 The tears started. but he remem- bered~ that he was a soldier, and his resolution to cease crying was strengthened when he saw the older boys regarding him with smiles of amusement. The rest of the morning was very trying, and, besides there were many questions he desired to ask "muvver." Finally he was at liberty. He quickly scampered home to court martial "muvver" for deserting him in time Of danger"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
By Joella Johnson

Tt is not necessary for me to ex- plain the reason of my choice" the un- known donor went on, flor nearly all of you know it. But there is one thing more wish to say, and this is: Be al- ways kind and courteous to the old. I think you will remember this in the future, for I feel that my pupils have been taught good lesson in true po- liteness."
 As she ceased speaking she quickly removed her glasses, wig and makeup, and stood there revealed as Miss Gray, the teacher.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

stance, work that makes you walk good deal. But don't ever rush about and then plunge into cold water!'
 As she went out she thought over what the doctor had said. It made her a little angry to think that he had thought she had grown plump from not being useful. she did not like to have him think that Just then she noticed tiny pale child sitting pa tiently in the corner. Hurrying home, she burst in upon her mother enthusi- astically.
 "I know, mother. I'll be a nurse and give my strength to others who are weak, and make them strong and happy" And she made good her reso- lution.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
Adventures of Johnny


jectedly walked upstairs to his room After sObbing for few minutes he remembered that his daddy said that soldiers never cried,
 He proceeded to view his surround ings.
 A bottle containing something that looked like water, but was labelled ammonia" caught his eye.
 Filling the gun" with the liquid he proudly marched around the room.
 Suddenly he was startled by shrill scream and after madly plunging downstairs, he beheId his mother con fronted by a burly tramp. Courage ousIy stepping in front of his mother
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

But that warn't what you meant. Jonathan. You said"
 ''I know I did, Emma. I meant"
 Look. ain't that them comin'7" buggy swung into the main road. Far up the road they saw twin ights com ing rapidly nearer.
 Its them, all right, an' comin' some, tool" cried Jonathan. He stood up in the buggy and jerked back on the reins. The horse reared up and swung the buggy around, half across the road. Get over thar!" yelled Jonathan.
 But too late. With a binding glare the car swept down upon them. They caught glimpse of two white faces. There came a spI1ntering crash of wood and the buggy seemed to col- lapse suddenly.
 A moment later Jonathan became vaguely aware of confused sound Of voices, mingled with the sound of a woman weeping. He sat up suddenly, realizing that he was partially sup ported by a feminine arm about his shoulder. He opened his eyes.
 "Emmai Are you hurt?'' he cried.
 "Oh, Jonathan, I'm so glad you're not killed"
 There, there, Emma! don't cry SO. I'm all right, I guess. Where Well. I neveri" He looked about him.
 Standing in the roadway he beheld
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

Wentworth did not care. He had done his duty, and the old lady's parting words still rang in his ears: "You are a noble boy, and some time you'll be very glad that you helped a poor, old woman over an icy crossing"
 The weeks passed by, one by one until the last day of school came. After the usual exercises Miss Gray ad- dressed her pupils. Before closing her remarks she said:
 "I know you arc wondering what I am going to give as a prize, and whom I have chosen as having best illus
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woman whom their schoolmate had helped over the icy crossing.
 My young friends" she began in a quiver1ng voice, Miss Gray has re- auested me to use my judgment in be- slowing the prize, and I think you all have an idea who the winner will be. John Wentworth, will you please step forward and receive the award?"
 There was a deep silence in the school room as the boy shyly did as he was requested. Then his delight knew no bounds, for the prize was new s5 gold piece.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
The Doctors Advice

paths every morning and exercise"
 We'll began her mother, but be- fore she could speak Mary had darted tub with cold water and prepared to enter it. She shivered slightly but instantly thought how thin it was go- ing to make her waist-line. She didn't think, indeed, that it might make it all over. But what was all this rush about? She was coming out much
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07
By Hazel Courtney

But, mother, don't want to go. I'll get over it by tomorrow" But her mother insisted so she went up to young Doctor Bates.
 pr. Bates was tall and broad-shoul- dered. Just the kind of a man you would expect a doctor to be.
 Young lady, he said thoughtfuliy. after she had told him what was troubling her. don't you know the best way to get thin is to work, to be useful and forget yourself? For in
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

quicker, yes, much quicker. than she had gone in- She guessed that she would wait for her exercise until to- morrow, if she could stop shivering long enough. But tomorrow was a different story. She couldn't open her eyes, and she called her mother with a voice somewhere between her nose and the top of her head
 "Where'd you get that cold?" de- manded her mother. q guess the best place for you is in doctors shop"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

Don't know" replied her mother curtIy. She herself was tall and thin and always busy at -omething. Now. ily's always been thin and I sort O supposed they always would be. Now take my family for instance. they all been thin since the year one; and just look at your paw. Why
 But, mother, isn't there some way?" she interrupted. Young Doctor Bates says in his paper to take cold water
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nome (so his mother informed him) he anxiously awaited the opening of term
 At last the great day arrived, and he marched proudly down the street with his mother. the envy of the "ba- bies" and the amusement of the men"
 Holding his head up and his shoul- ders thrown back in true soldier fash ion he walked bravely into the school room. A suppressed litter went around the room at his entrance. He was assigned to seat among the girls, much to his disgust.
 His beloved "muvver' sat behind
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

new soldiers uniform he had been court-martialed on two charges. The first was for shooting at his father and the second for al most drowning the baby, because when his darts were taken from him he had filled the weapon with water and used it as a water pistol. Johnny was found guilty of these charges.
 For the first he was reduced in rank and for the second was sentenced to close confinement in the guardhouse. He bravely fought the hot tears that persisted in ,fllfng his eyes as he de-
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-07

%T THY, oh, why is it?" cried
 IVY Mary over and over to herself SS she hurried along home from her dressmaker al most tripping over the curb stones in her rush.
 Mother" she cried the minute she entered the door, Do tell me how to get thin. I am dreadfully fat and all the girls I know are so slim and love ly. Why even Miss Arden, the dress maker, says I'm hard to fit
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-05-05
E. E. Neese
ELECTRICIAN g. PLUMBER
Phone Red 904

We are prepared to make parts
for your machine to order. Gen
eral lathe work in metal or wood.
We've made parts for the News
Records printing press. We can
make them for your auto, sewing
machine, typewriter, and adding
machine and will not use a sub
tracing machine on your purse
for the work done.
AT the shop on Saturdays and
Mondays. Office over Petersen S
store. We have been doing ma
chine shop work on automobiles
here for the past three years. We
can solder your radiator, turn
commutators and timers. We will
tell you before we begin if we are
not equipped to do your particu-
lar Job. Batteries charged, aid
you will not be charged for inc
charging while our shop is run
ming out your other work. The
rest of the time we are taking
orders for the Washington Nur-
sery Co. If you need some iron
shavings for your cherry trees,
come and help yourselves on Sat
urday.-A. N. Sanford.
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-05-05
Had to Fight Somebody.

An explorer who has just returned
from the Interior of Africa said he had
discovered In remote part Of Africa
number of natives dressed in the
familiar uniform of the metropolitan
policemen. 81 found" said the ex-
plorer, that the cast-off uniforms had
somehow got over there and had been
sold to the natives. We gave thea
shoes, but they soon took them off and
slung them round their necks rs orna-
ments. On one occasion some natives
came to our camp, and, through their
chief, said we don't want to fight
you. and we don't want TO fight your
friends, but tell us whom we may
fight"
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-05-05

-''The Man of the Forest at
the Island Theatre Saturday eve
ming of this week. Don't miss it
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-05-05

Civilization may totter, but it
totters forward.-Boston Trans.
cript.
The Irish seem to make better
policemen abroad than at home.
|-Greenville Piedmont.
Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-05-05
Washington Coast Utilities
Talks to Our Vashon-h aury Patrons:

dU Vashon-M aury islands is connected with the main
L land by two cables. One conducts the current of
- electricity used the two islands for light and
power, the other supplies telephone communica-
ton with the outside world.
dT The former is three strand wire cable laid from
z Des Mones to Maury island, and is secured the
- island only few feet from the Maury dock. The
latter the cable through which telephone
necton is made starts from the mainland at PIT.
Defiance and reaches Vashon island just this side,
east, of the landing at Tahlequah.
GT There have been four other cable connections
q made with Vashon. Maury island III days gone by,
~ but all of these for telephone communication
only. There one from Fauntleroy Park to
the north end Of the island, known as Dolphin
Point; another from Indian Point, south end of is
land, to Tacoma one from Tahlequah, then known
Clam Cove, to PIT. Defiance, and fourth from
Lisabeula to Olala. These have ali given way I'M
der the action Of tide and wind and water and the
only two connecting lines are the two above
mentioned The Telephone cable is owned by the
Pacific Telephone Company, but the Washington
Coast Utilities company own the cable from Des
Mones to Maury dock