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THE LIST FOR FEBRUARY NOT A VERY LENGTHY ONE. Feb. 3—Frank Cervenka, of Bench land, aud Stella Vavrovasky, of Moore. Feb. 6—Charles W. Landek, of Lew istown, and Olive A. Wells, of Chi cago. Feb. 7—Clarence L. Kinnick, of Grass Range, and Mary Elizabeth O'Halloran, of Lewistown. Feb. 13—Louis Reynolds and Madge Cliff, of Lewistown. Feb. 15—Franklin Potts and Flora Stamper, of Kendall. Feb. 15—I. L. Tayer and Olive L. Barger, of Pine Grove. Feb. 19—Francis E. Wolf and Mar garet Fleming, of Moore. Feb. 26—Carl Erlandson and Bertha Swanson, of Fullerton. Feb. 27—Lydia Isabel Schaffer and George Paul, of Moccasin. Corsets of Ancient Cretans. Announcement that the excavations in Crete for the University of Penn sylvania have brought to light frag ments of an ancient civilization which show that women of that island wore corsets and hobble skirts 5,000 years ago is interesting as a matter of arche ology, but is nothing new. In fact, it has been developed long since that even in the classic times of Greece the graceful garment shown in statuary and painting was a conventionality of art rather than a fashion of the time. Woman, it seems, has ever delighted in styles that change with the sea sons and with the years, but return again in cycles that appear to have had no beginning and to approach no end. She and her clothing are the joint symbols of the truth that noth ing is so immutable as mutability. It is questionable, however, whether the women of the youth of the world ever subordinated their own tastes to the whims and absurdities of foreign fashion makers. Was it ever the vogue in Crete to wear the styles of Babylon or of Thebes? As some bold hearts are striving in this country to u-evelop an American fashion opposed to that of Paris, that is the question American archeologists should strive to solve. Conceding that Cretan ruins bear witness to the durability of the corset, may they not also give en couragement to the hope that it was not always worn as a straight front? —New York World. Unconscious Humor. Cleveland Press: The audience which heard Rev. W. W. Bustard, John D. Rockefeller's Cleveland pastor, ad dress the Christian Endeavor Conven tion was amused by a story on the richest man. "While riding in an auto with HORSES AT ELKHORN LIVERY BARN, LEWiSTOWN, SATURDAY, MARCH 15, 1913 Mares and geldings ranging in weight from 1100 to 1700 pounds. This stock includes forty head of big mares, twenty matched teams weighing from 1300 to 1700 and from twenty to fifty head of good, cheap work norses. This stock is being brought in from Dillon, Montana, and also from Billings, Montana. They are native horses, ready to put in the collar for work. DITTY & CARNEY, Owners -C. N. MOORE, Auctioneer Rockefeller recently, some miles from Cleveland," said Rev. Dr. Bustard, "we were about to pass a little barefoot girl plodding along through the dust, when Mr. Rockefeller ordered the chauffeur to halt the car. Then he invited her to stop up on the running board and asked her where she would like to have the car stopped. "The little girl said she wanted to get off at the second crossroads, and asked: " 'How far are you going?' " 'Oh, we're going to heaven,' Mr. Rockefeller answered." "The little girl was surprised, as many people are when he says that. Then he asked: "'Don't you think we'll get there?' " 'No,' said the little girl. " 'And why not?' persisted Mr. Rockefeller. " 'I don't think you've enough gaso line,' she said." SPORT One the Line of Battle. Here is a real baseball story by Ed ward Lyell Fox that every Lewistown fan will find pleasure in reading. over the cliff that, rising abruptly from 'the Harlem lowlands, goes to meet the apartment houses on the Heights, twilight is descending—the yellowing light of a humid afternoon in June. Below it, rimming a great palace of green, of a diamond shaped of dark dirt, caught at its corners by four white bags, sweep the wooden stands of the Polo grounds. And, scattered through them, bare specks against the countless tiers of seats, are 2,000 people—black, like flies on some great sheet of yellow gummed paper. But we understand the phe nomena—a scant 2,000 with the Giants at home of a June day. The huge score board, rearing Its ugly bulk above the distant bleachers, tells that they are coming to bat for the last inning—a hopeless formality at best, for St. Louis leads, 4 to 0. No wonder the crowd has dwindled to a mere scattering. Too bad! The Giants need every game. Chicago and Pitts burg are crowding hard. About to leave, one of the party de tains me. "Aw, stay," he says, disgustedly. "Watch Sallee strike out the side!" We remember he bet a straw hat on the Giants. So we settle back in our seats and watch Sallee, the St. Louis pitcher—Sallee, a living beanpole, who has had the Giants at his mercy all afternoon. Now he begins his gyrations, and as his long, slender arms meet overhead we see a con fident smirk come into his face. He knows this inning will be easy. At the plate Doyle, his bat jerking nervously, stands waiting. Then he swings—and the ball goes buzzing over the ground toward shortstop. Comes a sharp throw by tiny Hauser of St. Louis, but Doyle's fleet feet have carried him to first ahead of the ball. Still the scoreboard reads 4 to and the stands are silent. It's just the Giants' last gasp. Now redheaded Murray slouches up to the plate and sends another ball bounding toward shortstop. This time ' Hauser wheels deftly and throws Hlg-! gins at second base. Doyle is forced out, and as he returns to the bench we see him scowl. Coming in he has no-: ticed something. An irritating grin has settled on Sallee's face—the sort of a grin expressing tolerant pity. And this from lowly St. Louis to the New York Giants! Off first, Murray is dancing, but not for long. Seymour, the next batter,! swings at the first ball—a white arc 1 mounting out toward center field and dropping, ending in the waiting glove of Oakes. Two are out. The Giants are four runs behind. Fewer dark specks are scattered through the yel low stands. Some vague forms that have been watching the game from the elevated railroad tracks disappear magically, as if through some great trap door. Bridwell, always trying, steps be side the plate an dwaits cautiously. We watch him, but an instant later see Murray dash toward second. Phelps, tne St. Louis catch, lets him go unmolested. Poor Giants! Like Sallee, Phelps is grinning. But in their grins carelessness has replaced confidence. A moment later Sallee gives Bridwell a base on balls. Instantly we see a commotion in front of the New York bench. A short, heavy figure has bounded from the dugout and is hurrying toward the coaching line behind third base. He is McGraw—a Napoleon, in baseball uniform and woolen stockings. Then we turn to Sallee and are surprised to see that the smirk has left his face. The aspect of the game has changed. A third force has entered. So with the battle lines changed Devlin begins the attack by tearing a single through the St. Louis infield. We see Murray, racing from second, turn third and jump for the plate only to be waved back by the general in the coaching ones. McGraw realizes that the psychological effect on Sallee will be greater with the bases full. And misunderstanding his maneuvers we lost interest in the teams. Only we watch McGraw and Sallee. The game has resolved into a battle be tween them. Then Merkle smashing a hit past third sees Bridwell race home on the heels of Murray. The score has be come 4 to 2. Now McGraw dominates all. Juggling his players like chess men, he sends out Devore to run for Merkle. Devore is faster. No point is trivial. Then the pudgy man of the coaching lines begins a storming. Sharp words come snapping from his lips. Sallee imagines some of them ; are applied to him and, faltering, i breaks. Hit follows hit—wild throw, a tornado turned loose, but always j McGraw is directing its course. And when big Crandall, pounding the ball | at little Hauser, sends in the winning I ran, the woolen stockinged Napoleon looks at Sallee—and laughs. We are the exclusive dealers In "Remtico" ribbons and Paragon type writer paper. Democrat Supply Dept Tl IT COUNTY'S FINANCE8 ON MARCH 1—RECEIPT8 AND DIS BURSEMENTS. Grant Robinson yesterday filed his last report as county treasurer, and it shows that on March 1 there was a balance on hand in all the funds of $245,235.73, distributed as follows: General fund, $04,022.63; contingent fund, $2,078.95; poor fund, $7,370.90; road fund, $757.18; bridge fund, $867.82; sinking fund, $46,557.35; gen eral school fund, $3,753.44; district school fund, $113,237.79; high school fund, $8,675.67; high school sinking fund, $11,132.27; library fund, $4, .147.59; protest fund, $358.99; Lewis town, $297.48; Stanford, $77.11; Moore, $70.83; district court clerk deposit, $11.16; estates, $41,036.24; coroner's estates, $62.75; redemption fund, $68.50; state fund, $1,461.80; bond in terest, $12.80; state bounty fund, $147.60; state stock bounty fund, $i3.48; stock indemnity fund, $1.92; sprinkling tax, $7.88; Benchiand fire fund, 40 cents; Hilger fire fund, $5.20. Receipts and Disbursements. The receipts during February amounted to $7,571.16 and came from Great RailRoad Development § Is sure to advance the price of city property. Now is the time to invest in vacant lots in Park Addition. <1 There is but one Park in Lewistown and that is in Park Addition. The city is to spend $7,500.00 upon this park during the next three years; sufficient to make it A Garden of FtoWers and Shade. Could there be a better place for a home than one facing this Park? We have a few lots left so situated. Prices from $300 to $750 per lot Terms: One-third cash, balance to suit purchaser Phone 456 EXCLUSIVE AGENTS Phone 456 7LJ the following sources: Taxes, $1, 682.89; licenses, $2,951.75; county of ficers' fees, $2,237.55; other sources, ♦oo8.97. The disbursements for March made a total of $29,269.48, of which $10, 977.81 was from the district school fund, $5,055.09 irom the contingent fund, $3,203.07 from the road fund, $2, 6 from the high school fund, and $1,467.07 from the state fund. 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