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Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

The coolest and cleanest place in
town to get your ice cream and sodas,
at Healy', Sweet Shop.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

Miss Mildred Everts spent the week
end in Montreal
Mrs. John Thompson has returned to
Brooklyn after spending several weeks
with her mother, Mrs. M. L. Tilden.
Mr., and Mrs. Stephen Doody and son
of Claremont, N. H., are visiting her
parents Mr.. and Mrs. Fred Brookins.
Mrs. j. E. Crane of Washington st.
fell from her veranda Tuesday evening
breaking her left arm below the elbow.
Mrs. Carrie Brooks and Miss Stella
Brooks who have been visiting at the
home of R. H. Linsley have returned tt
their home in Barre.
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21
MIDDLEBURY LOCALS

e JOhn Manney mas returned from Nap
ierville and Montreal.
j. Leo Loiselle and Albert Albert of
Swanton spent the week end in town.
Mrs. D. H. McHugh is visiting at the
home of her parents in Albany, N. Y.
Mr.. and Mrs. Wilbur Hamilton are
spending the week end in Westport,
N. Y.
Mrs. A. N. Brown will go tomorrow
to the Mary Fletcher hospital for treat
ment.
Carlton Huests has gone to Walling-
ford to visit his sister, Mrs. Charles
Foote,
William Farrell, jr clerk of the C. M.
Hanks store is on a two weeks va
cation.
Col. James M. Tracey of the Soldiers
home at Bennington is in town to visit
friends.
Miss Inez Cook of Albany, n. V, is
visiting her parents, Mr.. and Mrs A.
j. Cook
Mrs. A. Corey of Fair Haven, is visit
ing her daughter, Mrs. John B. Lucia of
Court street.
Miss Dorothy Walker has gone to
Burlington to visit her sister, Mrs.
WILDER Minkler.
Reginald Bedard has returned from
Ferrisburg, where he has been on d
visit to friends.
Mr.. and Mrs. Peter j. Hincks anc
family are spending two weeks ir
Schoharie, N. Y.
Miss Katherine Baldwin of Bridport
is spending a few days with Mr.. anC
Mrs. j. Lee Palmer.
| Mr.. and Mrs. Clayton NJ. Hanks
spent the weekend at Thompson
Point, Lake Champlan.
George E. Abbey has returned from
New Haven where he has been visiting
his son, Lawrence Abbey.
Frank Farnsworth of Panama City
Panama is visiting his parents, Mr.
and Mrs. F. A. Farnsworth.
Mrs. Bancroft and son of Berlin
N. H.. are visiting Mrs. Bancroft
sister, Mrs. George E. Marshal.
Mr.. and Mrs. John Sperry have re
turned from Sheburne Harbor, wher,
they have been in camp for two weeks
DR.. and Mrs. Raymond C. Goss ar,
the parents of son born Tuesday a
the Mary Fletcher hospital in Burling
ton.
J. Barclay Douglas and Mr. and Mrs
j. L. Douglas of Cornwall recent,
spent few days with Roy Douglas il
Rutland.
Mrs. Walter Harrington of Seymou
street underwent successful operation
at the Fanny Allen Hospital Monda.
and is doing well.
DR.. Charles Ford Langworthy of tn
Bureau of Chemistry at Washington
is in town and will shortly 90 into cam
on Lake Champlain.
The Misses Annetta and Coren
Youtt and Harry Youtt of New York
are visiting at the home Of their aunt
Mrs. Ezra f. Turner.
Mrs. George Kemp of Philadelphia
visiting her cousin, Miss Agnes Duncan
/ This is Mrs. Kemp's first visit to Mic
dlebury IN 80 years.
Miss Beatrice Doane of the loci
telephone exchange has returned frol
. a vacation spent with her parents MI
and Mrs. o. E. Doane of Orwell.
Lieutenant Commander B. B. TaylC
1 of the U. S. Navy was in town Wedne
, day. He was a former Middlebury be
and is now stationed in New York cit.
J. Bushnell Smith of the optical d.
: partment U. S. Navy is spending fe
days leave of absence with his parent
Mr.. Mrs. Fred c. Smith on COLES
street.
Word has been received from Ne
York city that Mrs. Henry c. Perceive
former resident of this village who r
Gently underwent an operation in Ne
York city hospital, is doing we'll
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

For glasses, see DR.. Slader Optom-
etrist, at the Sargent, Tuesday, Aug
ust /,
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

LOST: silk scarf with blue and
old gold stripes; reward if left at the
Register office. 22tlp
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

TO RENT : room house, bath,
hot and cold water Apply J. CaIvi,
Middlebury psf
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

FOR SALE; Plenty good soft wood,
$3.50 per cord Mitchell Bricre, Muller,
farm, Middlebury 29tlp
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

FOR SALE Five year old black
Percheron, weight 1900 f. B CuSh-
man, New Haven 2Nt2p
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

FOR SALE: Dry hard wood, 4 #.
and stove length, delivered. N. J.
Sanford. 6tf
Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1922-07-21

IF YOU want standard bran at S2i
per ton at car, call Growers Feed store
phone, 10 I. 29tlp
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09

of winter to a well-stored bee hive,
and humbly begged the bees to relieve
his misery with little of their honey.
Il am hungry as a wolf,' he said, "and
crippled with rheumatism"
One of the bees asked how he had
spent his time all the summer, and
why he had not'laid up store of food.
TO be frank with you," answered
the grasshopper, II led gay life
eating and drinking, and dancing and
singing, never thinking about winter"
Our plan is very different" said
the bee. ''We work hard in the sum
mer to lay by store of food against
the season when we foresee that we
shall want it; but those who do moth
ing but drink and dance and sing in
the summer must expect to starve in
the winter. We have no honey to
give you, SO be off with yourself. Re-
member that wilful waste brings woe
full want"
The poor grasshopper limped away,
resolving to be Industrious the next
year, but he perished miserably in the
first frost, and never had time to put
his good resolution into practice.
An aged cricket that heard of his
sad fate remarked: after all, would
rather die thus repenting of my folly
than to live on the fat of the land,
and feel that had been cruel-hearted.
Ave Maria.
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09
HOW OLD Is LONDON?

No one knows. There was a town
there before the Romans came to
Britain. called Caeer-Lud, or City of
Lud, and Sc years before Christ there
was a King Lud. Geoffrey Of Mon
mouth said the foundation was laid
1000 years B. c., and after being
ruled over by So kings, the city was
walled in by King Lud, whence the
name Ludgate Hill. But that is open
to question. 1t is much more reason
able to suppose that Ludgate Hill
took the name from the Floodgate of
Fleet River. The present name Of the
city is derived from the Latin
Londinium, Roman station. They
built the old city walls, and Waiting
street is part of the old Roman road
from Dover to Chester. 1t is claimed
by some antiquarians that the great
fish market, Billingsgate. takes its
name from gate erected to King
Belin 420 years B. c., but this Is all
vague tradition, and no more suscep-
tible of proof than that the City of
York was founded as far back as when
David reigned in Judea. The old part
of London in the Roman days was only
about mile in circuit.
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09
HIS SERVANTS SHALL SERVE
HIM.

(Told of st. Thomas Aquinas.)
Earnestly the Father-Master taught
his class one sunny day,
Lifting to the light his spirit till his
pupils caught its ray.
In sudden inspiration when the les
son hour was DER,
Sought he their young hearts to
fathom deeper than he had before.
And he asked this searching question
gently of his children seven
by what holy thoughts are pictured
in your minds the joys Of Heaven?"
Each young voice made answer meek
ly, and the Master told the rest
OF the holy monks at even three re-
plies he deemed the best.
Hugh has said with rays of sunshine
falling on his golden hair,
Ever to be free from ,darkness! Oh,
the joy of no night there!"
Anthony had answered gravely-
sorrows steps had marked his
years
Surely this is beatific-God shall
wipe away all tears!"
Downward then had glanced the Mas
ter on the novice at his feet,
And the humble, sanity Thomas told
his thoughts in accents sweet:
$50, think, beloved Master, that this
thought is heavenly bright,
Ever shall his servants serve him,
resting neither day nor nig1lt"
Z Florence Brooks.
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09

agility that would have won the ad-
miration of any fair-minded cat.
He found himself in room in
which there was no light except that
of the street arc, which threw its path
across the bed and beyond. And
there with her back to him knelt a
woman, hands clasped in prayer, face
upturned to the little altar with its
dimly seen statue of the Blessed Vir-
gin. And as she kneels there en- rap
port with the Infinite, and Bill hesi-
tates just inside the window, it gives
you time to learn that the amateur
burglar had violated sanctuary indeed.
We're you but fortunate enough to
know Mrs. Angel, house mother and
mentor of the Women's club, were
you but fortunate enough to know her
and to love her, as every one in st.
Xavier's parish knows and loves her,
you would agree that even her name
was providential1y bestowed. If there
is nothing in name as sage and poet
affirm, then Mrs. Angel is the excep-
tion to prove the rule. Of the earth
and yet not earthly, motherly, gentle,
sympathetically human, yet spiritual
ly of the elect, her silver hair crown
of long service in the ways of God,
her smile benediction, her very soul
an unlifting song, Mrs. Angel is the
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09
AN EXAMPLE OF FAITH.

The other day former baseball
player took occasion on a visit to a
game to call on a former player, who
is now an umpire in the big league.
of course, this might be story in
itself, but let it pass. The two men
famed over old times, and indulged
in the usual joshings Of such meet
ings. One topic was not touched on.
The former ball player had become a
convert to the Church. AS the time
approached for the umpire to go on
the field he called out to his colleague
who was to officiate with him. After
introducing his friend, he said, Jack,
you won't understand, but this is
what we always do before going on
the field" To the CONSERVATION of
the visitor both umpires knelt down
and prayed fervently for some min
utes. They then took their masks
and went out to their strenuous work.
In speaking of the incident, Jacks
eyes were moist, possibly in astonish-
ment, but really in gratitude that God
had blessed him with faith that car
red its overwhelming mastery to a
place where it might be least expect
ed. The story was not finished be-
cause Jack did not tell how the um-
pire worked that day. But Jack will
never forget the example of the two
umpires who asked the guidance Of
God to Judge righteously In the great
American game Of baseball.
-New World. i
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09
but at the same time shows certain
lack of clear thinking. Thus he says:

but at the same time shows a certain
lack of clear thinking. Thus he says:
''Mascots are certainly survival OF
heathenism, but necessity of human
nature. They are simply symbols, and
as such not more unchristian than the
symbols of the Church-the Cross for
example"
He is quite right in his description
of the mascot craze as survival OF
heathenism. But as to it's being a
necessity of human nature" he is
using words in misleading sense.
with loose inaccuracy that one does
not expect from scientific specialist.
He really means that human nature
is liable to-. fall into this absurdity.
If it were a necessity" of human ma
ture all human beings would be nec-
essarily practicing it. Food and sleep
are necessities of human nature" SO
is a certain amount of liquid to drink.
But although numbers of people are
inclined to laziness, alcoholic excess,
gluttony and drugging, it does not fol-
low that these vices are necessities
of human nature"
Again, mascots and other charms
are not simply symbols" The badge
of a regiment, college, or a cricket
club is simply symbol" 1t has no
superstitious meaning; it's wearer has
no idea that it brings him good for
tune and preserves him from death or
accident. The reference to Christian
symbolism as phase of the mascot
folly is not only absurd but fagrantly
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09
A BIT OF STRATEGY.

One day in spring a young girl,
Who had been visiting friends in the
ountry, stepped on one of the elec-
trio cars which pass great railway
station. Beside her suitcase and a
variety of parcels in all shapes and
sizes, she carried a bunch of flowers,
the fragrance of which pervaded the
car
A little woman in black sat beside
the girl, and she looked at the flow
ers with eyes that seemed to be look
ing back into bygone years. In spite
of an air of refinement, her dress
showed poverty and the girl knew that
here was one whose circumstances
had been better. Notwithstanding the
wistfulness with which her seat mate
looked at the bouquet, the girl did
not venture to offer it to her: The
sensitive pride in every line of the
delicate old face forbade it.
But the generous impulse in the
kindly young heart was too strong
to be thwarted, and in a minute or
two the girl had formulated a plan of
action. Turning to the old lady and
holding up the flowers, she said, 'It
seems too bad to bring them so far
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09

and then have to throw them away,
doesn't it,"
Throw them away?" the old lady
repeated in shocked tones. my dear,
don't think of it."
"But I've got SO much to carry
said the girl, gravely, though her
eyes twinkled under the long lashes.
my cousins came down to the train
with me, so / did not mind it much
at the end, but when I got off the
train here I dropped these things and
the brakeman had to pick them up
for me. And when I leave this car
/ don't know how I shall manage it
with such load. Would you mind"
she hesitated a minute. would you
care for them? I'd be sorry to bother
you if it was trouble, but really they're
too pretty to- throw away"
The old lady took the flowers, look
ing as if she did not quite know
whether she was doing favor or dc.
cepting one, but evidently feeling too
delighted to trouble herself over that
fine point. And the girl whose tact had
been more than a match for the others
pride left the car carrying away a
memory even sweeter than the
fragrance of the flowers.
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09

give the next contributor time to get
his limerick ready:
20, won't you come up. come up,
come up,
0, won't you come up to Limerick?
Q, won't you come, come all the way
up,
Come all the way up to Limerick? ?"
The town, which occupies both
sides of the river as well as Kings
Island, is about 130 miles from Dub
lin. It's bacon-curing industry, its
creameries, it's condensed milk fac
tories, and it's salmon fisheries keep
busy it's Rory O'Mores and its pretty
little Irish colleens, the glances of
whose beautiful blue eyes are like
to prove as fatal as those of Kate
Kearney. Limerick fishhooks are
celebrated, and though the Limerick
lace, worked upon fine quality Of
net, derived its name from the city,
it is mostly made in other portions of
the island at present.
Limerick has had "a past. It was
the ancient Regia of Pto.emy; the
Danes desired it for a long while be-
fore they finally occupied it in the
ninth century; and in 1910, King
John visited it and built forts upon
it's coveted soil. The dethroned James
II Of England made it his last strong
hold. On the island in the river the
ancient Limerick had its beginnings,
ood fodoxy Sec ,,,o1o ~ or0Dlyad c+ranfc q
and its old cathedral, dating from ITO,
are important points of interest.
Romance, Poetry and Famous Bells.
Limerick also has. her romance and
poetry. All Irishmen may well be
proud of Gerald Griffin, whose EILEEN
Aroon" is a lyric of the tenderest and
most musical quality. The bells of
Limerick are famous for their beau
tiful tone.
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09

might yell or faint or push another
button, and have the whole house on
him.
1t was awkward, to say the least,
and he wished he were out of there.
Bill didn't know just what to say or
do under the circumstances, SO he
took off his cap and bowed to her.
And thus the situation came quite
into the hands Of the dear lady, as
situations always did. She came to-
ward him with stately
"Well, of all things! And you came
in that window! Do you know that
you could have frightened the life out
of me?"
'.I'm sorry, lady," said Bill. ''It's
the wrong house. / won't do any
harm, madam. I'll climb right down
again.
you'll do nothing of the kind"
said she. 'tAnd I don't intend to call
the police. You haven't wicked face.
and don't think you're bad young
man at all. Why do you do such a
thing as this?"
But before Bill could answer, she
had come over to him and had reach
ed out her hand, over the palm of
which were wound the beads, and
touched his arm.
my dear young man." said Mrs.
Angel, oh, so gently, "are you hun
gry?"
1t came with all naturalness from
the bottom of her mother heart, but
the reader can judge if she could have
said anything better calculated to en-
slave the good will of him who had
come to steal, if she could have said
anything to make him feel better, or,
in another sense, to make him feel
worse.
"Missus, I'm awful hungry. But if
you'll let me go, I'll-"
She put up staying hand, as one
who could not let favored guest de-
part SO soon. She led him into her
spotless kitchen and backed him into
comfortable chair. Then she busted
herself with slabs of cold meat and
slices Of white bread, well buttered,
and steaming coffee. And as she
worked she talked to him, explaining
to him that this building was the
Women's club, made-over mansion
of other days; that there was nothing
in the house worth stealing, and that
he need have no fear of discovery, as
the janitor and his wife we're away for
the night and that she was alone in
the place.
And, after he had ravenously dis
patched five sandwiches, three cups
of coffee and half pie, she sewed q
rent in his coat, smiled at him. made
him feel i'll at ease, listened to his
experiences in search Of work, his dis
ccuragements, his decision to steal.
She asked him about his mother. She
listened when he told of that mother,
and who cannot be eloquent on that
subject? She patted his shoulder In
understanding when the tears coursed
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09
1.-THE
CHILDREN'S HOUR
A GUEST UNLIMITED.

II Bill had been bona fide burglar
Union card and everything, he would
not have made the error of breaking
into that particular house. He was
only tyro, he had much to learn about
house picking; and SO he made the
professional blunder, mistake that
cost him a nights loot and even in
trigued him from his new and excit-
ing pursuit.
In a strange town, hungry and un-
shaved, frayed and discouraged, Bill
turned from a cold and jobless world
>~to the, temptation of a half-opened
window on the second floor of a big
house at whose kitchen door he had
intended merely to ask for a hand
out. The house was in darkness, and
the more he gazed at that inviting
window the less he thought about
knocking at the door. 1t was win
dow easy to achieve, thanks to a trel-
lis, and Bill achieved it with a quiet
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09
MASCOT AND OTHER SUPERSTI-
TIoNS A SURVIVAL OF
HEATHENISM.

A Protestant missionary bishop, re-
turned home from India, remarks the
Liverpool Catholic Times, has been
saying somc strong things about the
fashionable craze for mascots. "It is
too awful" he says, ito find Christian
people believing in these things. 1t
simply horrifies me-" Last week a
wretched criminal on his trial for a
particularly horrible murder, appear
ed at the Old Bailey with sprig of
lucky" white heather in his button
hole, and on one of the days of his
trial was allowed to place on the rail
of the dock a little toy duck, and a
champagne cork. During the great
war, battalion about to leave Lon
don for the western front paraded for
the distribution to officers and men of
lucky mascot. 1t was an ugly little
figure of hard wood about an inch
long, the "Touchwood Mascot" pro-
duced and advertised by an enterpris-
ing firm that was trading on popular
superstition. Not long ago, a jeweler
in a fashionable street displayed in his
shop window a number of jade tails
mans, bearing the image of one of the
old Maori idols, with a letter from a
sporting nobleman certifying that,
since he had bought one of them, his
horses had run better and won sever
al races. One finds in homes and
sometimes in the Office of hard-head-
ed business man an eastern idol, in
stalled as a lucky mascot. Sometimes
it is the elephant-headed Ganesa, the
Hindu god of good fortune, sometimes
a sleepy-looking figure of Buddha. 1t
is remarkable that the craze prevails
among the educated as widely as
among the ignorant, and the designing
and production of mascot charms has
developed into an important industry.
The whole thing is, like various
other forms of superstition, a survival
of paganism, and with the widespread
loss of Christian belief and neglect OF
there has been this new outbreak OF
the mascot mania in europe and Amer
lea. The Church has always contend.
ed against it. Every Catholic child
who learns the catechism is taught
that trusting to charms, Omens,
dreams and such like fooleries" is not
only folly but also sin against the
offensive, and the mention of the Cross
as belonging to the same order OF
ideas as the foolish and often repul
sive objects used as superstitious
charms suggests that the eminent
specialist does not really know what
the Christian ideal is.
First Commandment.
Survival of Heathenism.
An eminent mental specialist, DR.
Bernard Hollander, has been inter
viewed on the subject by the London
DAILY Express" DR.. Hollander says
some sensible things on the subject
The Catholic bulletin., 1922-12-09

down his face, and he made embar-
rassed efforts to wipe them away with
his rough sleeve.
For an hour Mrs. Angel talked and
reasoned with Bill, a magic hour in
which the powerful alchemy of noble
womanhood cleared away the tarnish
and brought again to light the man
within, a magic hour that saw the
penitent empty his inner pockets Of
two watches and a ring that he had
"lifted" during the day, Mrs. Angel
explaining. how she could restore
them to their owners by means of
newspaper advertisements, and no
questions asked. And, finally, she
pressed upon him money for nights
lodging downtown, which he could re-
pay later if he liked, and she went
with him to the front door, no stink
ing thief now, but man with cour-
age, even joy, in his heart, young
man who was to work his way back
home, young man who was never
to steal again.
Bill said such words of gratitude as
his emotional confusion permitted,
and Mrs. Angel gave him CHEEKY
goodbye as he backed away from the
door. AS he started down the street,
he turned to wave a last farewell, but
his benefactress was no longer cogniz-
ant of him, for there in the shadow
of the porch was a vagrant dog, shiv-
ering with the cold and wagging a
feeble, beggar tail. And Bills depart
ing picture was that of Mrs. Angel
coaxing the outcast into the house
with cordial:
why, doggie, you're half frozen.
Come right in, you poor dear"
The Magnificat.