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The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Mr. and Mrs Clarence Brawthen
are in Minneapolis on a visit with the
parents OF Mr. Brawthen
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

County Mine Inspector Ed. Smith of
Eveleth and Inspector Ed. Carol Of
Hibbing for the Great Northern Ore
Company, were in the city Thursday.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Studying Backward Children
Science is studying the child who
cannot learn to read. Mistaking I'd"
for ''b" and p" for 20 may be due
to lack of dominant control on either
side of the brain.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Mr. and Mrs John Olson visited with
Mr.. and Mrs. R. J. Steele at Biwabik
over Sunday.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

For expert washing machine repair
call the Vermilion Electric Shop.
Telephone 60
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Troop No. I'll, Boy Scouts will give
a supper al the Presbyterian church
parlors on Saturday, November II, be-
ginning at o'clock to which all are
invited. Tickets are IS cents and the
members of the Troop are selling
admissions
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

The Epworth League meeting Sunday
evening will be in charge of Wilfred
Robertson as chairman. Theo. Mackie
will be the prayer leader. Topic to be
discussed will be ''Methodisn" with
VIM. Mcfarland as leader. Rennold
Theno will present special number.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10
CHEW 1T CAREFULLY

Patient-Frsm what you say, doc
tor, it seems that I mustn't eat any
thing.
Doctor Endee taDsently)-Yes, and
be sure you chew it thoroughly.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Miss Ruth NJ c. MelIby of Thief
River Falls was the weekend guest Of
DR.. and Mrs. H N. Sutherland.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

The monthly meeting of the Presby-
terrain Ladies Aid will be held in the
church parlors on Thursday, November
18th.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Mr.. and Mrs. Jas. L Laing, accom-
panied by David King, Billy Trezona
and Billy Kelly spent the weekend in
Minneapolis
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Mr. and Mrs. Gus Kohrt of Eveleth
were in the city on business Tuesday.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Mr.. and Mrs A. J. Bishop spent few
days in Duluth with friends this week
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Mr. and Mrs Richard Chinn of Elcor
were in the city on Wednesday.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10
LOCALS

Patrick Fleming spent the weekend
in Duluth.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Nike Gleason, aged so, a pioneer of
Hibbing and well known in this city,
he having been a member of the Hib-
hing fire department team during the
years the range fireman's tournaments
were held, died at his home in Hib-
bing Saturday He is survived by his
widow and one daughter.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

Mr.. and Mrs. Charles Leibeck Of
Chicago, who have been visiting at the
home Of Mr.. Liebeck's brother at White
Iron for the past two weeks left for
Chicago on Thursday. They were
favorobly impressed with this section
and IN all probability viii build a
summer home here next season not
withstanding that Messrs. Liebeck and
Louis Eckert had somewhat of an ex-
perience with sinking boat on Bass
wood and were compelled 10 spend
extra time al nearby cabin drying
their clothes.
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10

HAD SEEN EVERYTHING

Don't you know that smoking will
shorten your life, my boyy
Jaw, l don't care. I've seen every
thing dere is"
The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-11-10
EpU0rth League Notes.

At the Epworth League rally held in
Chisholm last Friday a record attend
ance of ITO was registered of whom Ely
mustered thirty,
The entertaining Chapter presented
the presiding officer, Mrs. j. T. Dixon
of this city, president, with beautiful
boquet of American beauty roses.
Among the officers who spoke on
their special departments was DR..
Blaine Lambert of Duluth, and Rennold
Theno of the Ely chapter.
A chapter of the League was formed
at winton on Sunday afternoon and
the following officers were elected:
President-Mrs. Fred Larson.
First, Second, Third and Fourth Vice
Presidents Hanson, Helen Lee,
Esther Ohonen and Margaret Hanson.
REORGANIZATION Lee.
TreaSurer-Ile Peura.
OrganiSt-Eila Siren.
The chapter meets on Sunday morn
ings at II o'clock.
Evening star., 1933-05-14

had all his chickens killed by foxes during the
period Of preparation would have the satisfac-
ton of knowing that he was an orthodox fox
hunter and not just . chicken raiser, with
eggs as q side line. It all depends, neverthe-
less, on the point Of view. II you live in q
fox-hunting country and not . chicken-raistng
country you raise foxes and even feed them
with chickens until they are strong enough to
be hunted by q pack Of hounds, sometimes
called q flock Of hounds by people who live In
chicken-raising countries.
Fox hunting, in this case, becomes an amuse-
ment, whereas chicken raising Is never m
amusement unless stomach trouble IS an
amusement also for as anybody who has ever
tried to raise chickens on a commercial scale
knows, chicken raising only becomes amusing
or at least consoling, when one chicken raiser
gets together with another chicken raiser and
compares hard luck stories. Otherwise,
chicken raising Is just as much chicken trouble
as chickenpox is, and what's more nobody
with taste for publicity will ever have his
picture in the Sunday paper Is one Of the
prominent chicken raisers of Fairfield County.
Conn, whereas II he is one Of the prominent
fox hunters of the same county, he can be sure,
Of at least one picture so surrounded by dogs
that except for his fox-hunting costume he
might Just as well be the Westport, Conn.
official dog catcher without his wagon.
After all, it's principally the costume which
makes 3 6pOIC OuL Oh IIoIuuk, 1OI SAaAupAcs oAAO
in the alder lined streams Of the places where
have caught good sized messes Of trout it
would be as impossible to cast hy Is it would
be to cast q bronze statue Of Bob Davis casting
. dy. Bob is one Of those fly casters who be-
come slightly apoplectic over the subject Of
worms for bait, and yet when it comes right
down to 1t, what does the trout care whether
he is landed with an artificial fly or with Q
natural and nourishing worm? HALF the time
the trout manages to free himself from the
hook while retaining the worm, whereas II he
breaks q fly nsherman's tackle, all the poor
fish gets Is . little bunch Of feathers, quite
futile, except to wear In the back Of . Tyro-
lean hat used in Innsbruck for yodeling ptlr-
poses .-.
Yet for this fly fishing. or gypping Of trout,
the orthodox fisherman feels that he ought to
wear long rubber boots, pleated jacket and .
wicker basket to hold his prey. II he succeeds
in taking home any prey. He gains . repu-
tation as a sportsman and gentleman. where
Is realistic view Of the whole thing Is that
Evening star., 1933-05-14
There Are Two Kinds of Doxies" Says Montague Glass

the trout Is being handed in effect D. gold
feathers and you're IN orthodox fisherman.
Feed the trout . series of rich, edible worms,
which you yourself have dug at the expense
Of getting lumbago, and in the eyes Of . n.y.
fisherman you're little better than . txout
murderer. The trout themselves are not con-
suited.
You, of course know that there is an ortho.
dox and . heterodox way OF playing contract,
and you can Immediately dinerentiate tho
orthodox players from the heterodox players
by their respective behavior, which in the case
of orthodox players IS marked by . becoming
solemnity. It Is hardly necessary to say that
this writer and his pals are heterodox and
in fact heretical players, to the point ef 50
irritating orthodox players that they often get
quite ratified and misplay their hands.
There is no enectual retort to the orthodox
player when he shows you that you won BY
heterodox methods. You can perhaps say:
"Well won, didn't II" And you can tell an
unsuccessful fly fisherman that he got no dsh
at all. whereas by using worms you caught
your limit for the day, but it would be equiva-
lent to telling . millionaire, by inheritance.
that you made your pile by blowing . safeI
The orthodox contract player believes that its
not the quarry but the chase. and that it's
better to lose according to the rules than to
win by mere card sense
In truly orthodox game Of contract, the
proportion Of post-mortem conversation to
actual dealing and playing Is about six to one.
not counting kibit.ers, who think at least 10
minutes weu spent in showing you just how
you could have made four-over, instead of
three-over, by playing your jack from dummy.
that time there when you played your ace.
It was recently held by q Connecticut polico
Judge that throwing kibitzer out Of an open
window was reasonable ventilation and not
atrocious assault. Te decision referred 70 q
three-story window, under the rev rules oe
scoring, I suppose. Under the old rules ie
would have been only two-story window, and
those same new rules are another boon to the
manufacturers Of throat loeenges. II player
who Is vulnerable goes down four tricks under
the new rules, the conversation ought to b
limited to IL minutes, because there Is no 10
nonkeying with daylight saving II YOU let an
orthodox player have senatorial courtesy I'd
discussing the last hand.
Evening star., 1933-05-14

r you have been brought up right you win
know that there are two kinds Of doxies,
orthodoxy and heterodoxy. But neither of
these words is a religious term only. Both
apply to all sorts Of beliefs such as golf.
trout fishing, fox hunting, ETC. Sometimes
one and the same person combines orthodox
views of trout fishing and heterodox opinions
about golf, as, for instance, . prominent editor
who gets quite purple when you tell him that
you catch q bigger mess Of trout by using
worms than by using artificial fies. On the
other hand, he has invented . patent golf
club which has q head made Of steel with
three slots In 1t, and he claims that by the
use of this piece of heterodox mechanism you
can drive q golf ball twice as far as with the
orthodox wooden driver or with brassie.
heard this indirectly from q member Of the
golf club. Whitehall Court, London, 8. w.
One, or perhaps two-1 never had much OF
q head for fgureS-and did that member OF
the golf club get purple in the face while
telling about it? Compared with him, the
inventor of the golf club who Is orthodox
about trout fishing, merely grows q sort OF
baby pink when discussing worms As bait.
Therefore, when somebody once said that "or-
thodoxy IS my doxy, and heterodoxy is your
doxy," he was thinking of only one doxy at q
time. It is in fact possible for q man to hold
three conservative doxies concerning three dif-
ferent sports, so that he will grow purple about
catching trout with worms, using patent golf
clubs and ShoOtlng 10xeS.
Perhaps the deepest shade Of purple can be
made to spread itself over an Englishman's
face when you say that in certain circum-
stances you approve Of shooting foxes. as. for
instance, In the case Of the Westchester
County foxes or the Connecticut foxes There
are enough of them hanging around chicken
coops to put a man out Of the chicken-raisng
business in three consecutive nights. but with
a conservative Englishman that Is no excuse
whatever. To him the chicken raiser IS no
gentleman, or instead Of protecting his chick
ems with shotgun he would organize an asso-
citation to be called the South Norwalk Hounds
with himself as M. F. H., or master Of the fox
hounds and somebody named Max Margonin-
sky as whipper-in.
Members Of the hunt could buy pink coats
at a Bridgeport department store, II notice
were given to the merchandise manager, and
q horn could be borrowed from the orchestra
Of the White Plains Community Center. THIS
would, Of course, take time, but the man who
Evening star., 1933-05-14

He stood heside his car, his hat IN his hand.
There vas no surprise In his face, only WITH
drawn, tired look.
Wont you"-her tone was almost de-
fant,-wont you have some supper with Uncle
Ezra and my boarders?"
THANK you," he said evenly. TIN dining
in Middleport. dropped by to see you just
for q moment"
Just this moment with him on the dusty
road the low sun hitting her sharply IN tne
eyes, and he would be gone forever.
you're not coming again" It was not .
question.
mo, Jennet. shouldn't have come back,
ever. after that day In May. Perfection doesn't
come twice, In the same spot"
He could still hurt her. She had wanted
to be perfect But june" she said In .
stined voice. His kiss, on the moonlit hill.
"oh. yes, you played for me. Something
Of Purcells, wasn't it?"
All he chose to remember OF June was neT
bungling music! She threw back her shoulders
to free them Of this shame turned to tho
stand. and caught a jar OF strained money!
and put it in his hands.
ITO remember Honey HILL" she said.
Grandmother Jennet sold honey to strangers,
to anybody that came But give my honey
away-to a stranger Connecticut has lost tts
pride"
CHE sat on the front stoop, and rage burned
- out her hurt PRIDE and then, an immense
tide. relief, flowed over her rage.
David Johns. coming over the>held seemed
to her good like the land under his feet. He
believed in the land. But tonight he was
SILENT worried.
Something's wrong" Jennet said suddenly.
you're upset"
"I ought to be upset I have to leave nay
place."
The bottom fell out Of the world. Leave
Johns Hollow?"
He said drearily. 1.-The power company's con-
demned my land. They're drowning me out
for a stiff price"
But want you there. always!" she cried
with dismay wherever will you go now?"
"Jennet, the only place I'd like to live Is
Honey Hill"
why" Jennet exclaimed Il couldn't sell
Honey Hiu-even to you. I'm going to stay
here with my bees and boarders and pay on
my mortgage. I couldn't leave Honey Hill:
But. Jennet. didn't mean that you'd leave.
meant-would you marry me- Jennet, and
stay?'
why, David!" she gasped.
when I was r." he explained, Il fell dead
in love with Old Jennet She was the grandest
woman ever knew. Every year I've set
tulips in her garden. Only, last Fall, planted
them for you"
"And thought Uncle Ezra"
And then, when I saw you In that green
dress and gold locket. thought. Here's Jen>
net back I've wanted you all my hfe."
"You planted the tulips. You care sbout
me. But why, why?"
Love smiled at her, all the love she was svee
going to need.
Il suppose it's because you're 50 beautiful
he said.
tCopyrisht. 1sss)
Evening star., 1933-05-14

sstsset. Dost tell NE yos cast p'sy. ssU
4 - Jloar hGxds.
She hadn't played since she was . child, and
the sptnnet had lost it. voice through un-
heated Winters In the parlor. Mr. Johns found
. man to come out from the city and restore
the spinnet's tone. Thirty dollars taken from
the money saved against the mortgage interest.
to give the spinnet its piping voice again, hours
tsken from her sleep to learn one air from
Purcells.
When he wrote to say he would stop by that
evening, she knew she must be alone. Sud-
denly she felt ashamed Of her boarders. of her
shabby little uncle. She ran down the hill to
Mr.. Johns house. She had discovered that she
could tell him her troubles.
what Is It. Jennet2 Bees swarming?"
mo, its people swasming. There are too
many people 1t Honey Hill. I've got to have
peace tonight"
"oh," he said. IT that's all, I'll take the
whole lit and Doodle to the movies"
He came, when the sky was troubled with
moonrise, and said, IAN the way up the hill
I've thought Of girl playing the spinnet."
She began the chaconne OF Plrcells that she
had practiced so many nights, but her nervous
fingers could not find the keys. and the notes
faltered.
Its no good" she said in despair. 'The
pool is sure Of its tunes. Let's 60 down."
YES" he said with almost sigh Let's
80 to the pool"
Of the stream was cold, too.
Come" she said presently, you must zee
the valley from the top Of the hill"
Climbing the hill against the moon, she
felt giddy. Her foot caught In the tangled
grasses about rabbit hole, and she stumbled.
He caught her, bent his face to her.
His kiss was not like q dream. it was Ike
Lost
and homeless together in that kiss All the
strength went out of her. He said. Forgive
me-"
"Yes. !. too. Forgive me-"
Silently they walked back to the road, looked
once deeply at each other. He kissed her hand.
He was gone.
IN the daytime she waited hopelessly for q
letter to make her understand why q kiss
that should have begun everything had ended
everything instead. Evenings were better, be-
cause David Johns came to sit with her on
the front stoop when her work was done.
"You look as II you didn't sleep much,
Jennet," he said gently.
IT don't, much," she admitted.
Its queer. You're working hard this Sum-
mer. but Old Jennet worked harder And she
slept"
But she had something Something We
haven't got any more
"She had the house, and you've got the
house, with plumbing to boot. She had the
country. Well, the countrys still here. good
as it ever was Nothing wrong with it,
But something's terribly wrong with people
nowadays"
Folks don't believe in the land any more"
said David Johns, knocking out his pipe.
Not even the letter she had waited for could
make her happy, when It finally came. He
invited her to lunch with him in New York
Evening star., 1933-05-14

"Oh," she protested. TN the Dewey house?"
Nowadays" he. said, mo Connecticut house
MOO good for boarders."
T was the 18th of Mag, and Jennet knew,
before she opened her eyes, that it would
}e perfect day.
Uncle Ezra went OF early for jury duty in
diddleport and the Abbots-the Abbots were
{ong to be her Summer boarders-wouldn't be
kere for another week.
BY 10 her house was shining. Uncle EMa'S
egime was over. and Honey Hill was fine old
ouse again, with rag rugs ON the waxed oak
oors, the cherry and maple furniture subtly
olished, ruined muslin stirring in the windows.
BY II Jennet was as fresh as her garden.
he had put on q green muslin frock she had
ut like the green brocade in her grandmother's
ortrait. When she had pulled her hair in
mooth coils over her ears, and put on the gold
bcket Old Jennet had worn, she was something
Ike her grandmother.
1t was all part of the day that the young
han who stopped his car to ask the way
nould be tall and have gray eyes that spar
led. He came up between the little box bor-.
ers. and lifted his hat, and asked, Gould
bu tell me where I amp"
Honey HILL" she answered.
How perfect" he said.
You were looking for Honey Hill?" she
BEARDED.
He looked at the trembling pool of daffodils.
the tulips. Then, smoothly inclining his
ead he gazed. at Jennet in her green gown.
I'D smiled before he answered.
when a man runs away from city full Of
oubles, suppose what he's really looking for
Honey HILL" he said would you mind
al much" he paused-"if asked to see
ur garden?"
He snw the garden: he saw the house. The
use must have bewitched him, for when he
W her grandnnother's portrait, he exclaimed,
foul"
She shook her head, and then took him down
the pool, and they sat on the broad, fat
cks of the little dam. The pool was secret
d inclosed by trees, but the sun came
rough the young leaves and made red lights
her hair. For two hours they lived in the
rid that had started when he stopped be-
re her door, He didn't talk about his city
of troubles, nor she of boarders and honey
ling.
Honey Hill is enchanted" he said when he
ally arose to go. you're immune from
ubles here
Until he went away. she could believe that.
DON'T know anything about him. But
know he is beautiful"
pune told her<his and the note he sent with
book of old English airs told her he would
ne again.
ennet, spinnet. innet-iUhy can't make
)oem of all this? Make the poem and ,Dhen
onse play It for me on your oranGmotlser's
Evening star., 1933-05-14

the following Friday She dreaded the thought
Of seeing him IN the city. without Honey
Hill around her. she would be nothing.
The July drought followed her down the
blartng streets, into the hotel lobby where
she waited for him. When he came in. he
did not even recognize her at frst.
Its you." he said slowly. Il was looking
for . girl In green gown-how absurd OF
me-"
I'm q green gown and a gold frame" she
said, reading his face. Nov you see that
I'm not In the least like Grandmother"
NO." he agreed. with q readiness that was
like blow.
A UGUST dust followed the July drought, and
y Jennet had never been 80 tired in her
lfe She was weary Of the bees. forever turn
ing their greed into heavy sweetness: sne
was tired Of Uncle EMa's patient tending OF
the honey stand, Of hsr boarders' complicated
family quarrels
She was tired, because she knew now that
nobody would ever come and tell her. You
are the most beautiful thing in the world" She
had worn the seasons like dress, the fresh
ness of May, the loneliness Of June. July had
stripped her bare, now dust covered her She
drudged in the dust, and hurt pride burned
In her heart.
She thought that only miracle could ever
make her want to laugh again. And yet
simple thing like the Pritchett's dance turned
the world over. All the settled families OF the
country were there-old friends. school chums,
people she had known all her life. Every
where people exclaimed, why, Jennet Dewey!
Where have you been keeping yourself all Sum-
mer?"
She began to glow. to laugh. to dance. 1t
seemed incredible that she had wanted mar
whose name she didn't know, to kiss her.
There wasn't any one at the dance whose
name shs. didn't know, except that tall man
dancing out on the veranda with Lucy Pritch-
ett Dancing very we'll. too. The tall man
and Lucy fox-trotted back into the lantern
light.
It was David Johns!
Her ideal of staid old Connecticut was fox
trotting expertly, and looking handsome and
young even q bit firtatious. Lucy, against
his shoulder, had the air Of q girl who knows
she has the best partner in the room.
Jennet was furious She felt as If she had
been cheated. He did not even see her until
the scramble in a Paul Jones. He caught her,
swung her down the room and into the arms
of her next partner, then went OF again.
When she was home, slipping of her green
gown, she was still glowing, excited by that
one swing down the room with David Johns.
to do. At 3 in the afternoon, still
possessed with excitement, she began to make
Jelly, and finished too late to freshen up for
supper. In her brown smock she sat with her
household at the table on the side porch. Her
back was to the road. but she recognized the
fine hum Of . car climbing the hill. He was
coming The Abbots looked Just what they
were-Summer boarders-and Uncle Ezra was
In his shirt sleeves. In June that would have
mattered terribly, but now-now she crossed
the lawn, her head up.
The Washington times., 1933-06-09
]ADSIDE BEER7ROOSEVE[T HIT
WATTS PARLEY FOR BEER D. K.

BALTIMORE, June 9.-Presi-
dent Roosevelt was criticised for
signing the beer bill in a resolu-
ton adopted last night by the
annual Baltimore Conference of
the Methodist Episcopal Church.
An attempt to curb the criti-
cism was made by Harry L. Un-
derwood, washington attorney,
who urged that the resolution be
submitted first to a special COM
mittee for consideration, but this
move failed.
The resolution. while praising
the President for his stand on
world peace, said:
"We most deeply deplOre and
regret the placing of his Off
ciaI signature to the illegal and
obnoxious beer bill"
The conference also assailed
attempts of the Administration to
secure repeal of the Eighteenth
Amendment which they termed
the moral bulwark of the ma
tion."