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J. BENS OK ODEN, Editor.
FROSTBURG, MD. - - OCT. 19, 1912
Any event that contributes to bring
visitors to Cumberland helps the city.
Then why not always be a “booster”
rather than a “knocker.”—Cumber
land American.
There is a better way of stating it
than to employ the stereotyped phrase
—“don’t be a knocker!” just as though
nobody ever before said it.
“Don’t be a knocker” is, however,
in effect, just what for about seven
years the Tories yelled at the Revolu
Patrick Henry was “a knocker;” so
also John Adams, Thomas Jefferson
and Benjamin Franklin—in the esti
mation of the Tories.
Indeed, the Tories sometimes, be
hind their backs, called them
“Rebels;” sometimes “Traitors!”
But after the war was over all these
fellows became “boosters.”
Which suggests that sometimes one
must be a “knocker” before he can
become a “booster.”
But in the final analysis the man or
newspaper who yells—“don’t be a
knocker!” should feel very sure of his
or it’s own status.
A Splendid Time.
FrostburgCouncil, No. 1442, Knights
of Columbus, and lady auxiliaries,
numbering nearly 200, enjoyed a splen
did banquet Tuesday evening in Terp
sichore Hall, of the Frostburg Opera
House, in observance of the 420th an
niversary of the discovery of America
by Christopher Columbus.
The menu ranged all the way up
from the oyster cocktail, via roast
turkey, to the codicil known as “after
dinner mints.”
Then James A. Brown, toastmaster,
submitted propositions to which elo
quent and instructive responses were
made as follows:
“Christopher Columbus”—Prof. F. A.
Wolf hope, District Deputy, of Cum
“Columbus Our Exemplar”—Adolph
C. Frey.
“Manhood and Citizenship”—Owen P.
Winter, Recorder.
“Our Order and It’s Future” —Prof.
D. A. Boyle, Eecturer.
“The Knight as a Citizen”—Philip
F. Blake.
“The Eadies”—James P. Kenney,
Past Grand Knight.
The five last named are members of
Frostburg Conncil.
Many out-of-town adherents and
friends of the Order were also present
and enjoyed what all pronounce the
premier celebration of the greatest
event in the history of discovery.
Mrs. Eucy Frey, of Culpepper Court-
House, Va., bora Sunday, June 20,
1790, now 122 years old, is still living.
Fraternal Visitation.
The members of Washington Camp,
No. 61, P. O. S. of A., Mt. Savage,
were hosts Thursday evening of num
erous representatives of Cumberland
and Frostburg, and the report is—
“they acquitted themselves nobly.”
Tales of Two Cities.
While Messrs. Rudolph Nickel and
A. Johnson Willison, of this metropo
lis, were in New York city last week
they made note of the fact that there
are several gentlemen of Frostburg
nativity and culture who are in the
lime-light centre of business life in
the great city.
They saw Stanley Johnson, chief
clerk in wholesale trade of the Fisk
Rubber Company, with office at 1725
Broadway. He is a son of Mr. and
Mrs. James T. Johnson, Orman street;
has been in New York only 18 months
and in that brief period has worked
up to his present responsible position.
Henry Reicheribach, recently re
turned from a tour of South America,
is now manager of the Academy of
Music, at 14th Street and Irving
Place. Henry is a prominent and suc
cessful figure in the theatrical world—
one whose work extends beyond the
great waters and he is “making good.”
He is a son of Charles Reichenbach,
now of Cumberland.
M. Brooke Tyler, jr., 50 Church
street, near Broadway, son of Mr. and
Mrs. M. Brooke Tyler, of this place,
is the New England salesman for the
Monarch Road-Roller Company, and
the report made to Rudolph and John
son was.—“he is second on list of this
great concern’s crack salesmen,” and
both report to the Journal that they
could see there is something in the
company’s statement.
Julius Tuvin, graduated from Cor
nell University last year, is now as
sistant to the Chief Chemical Engineer
of the Pennsylvania Coal and Coke
Corporation, with offices in the White
hall Building, at Battery Place.
Though not long “on duty,” he is
manifestly doing well. He is a son of
Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Tuvin, of this
Messrs. Nickel and Willison did not
not see Roy E. McCardell and Charles
B. Ryan, but they want it understood
that these really renowned gentlemen
must never be forgotten when the
Frostburg tag goes round for attach
ment in New York.
There are Joseph Bear and the Jan
dorf boys, too, all doing well, as at
tested by many reputable reports.
All of which goes to show that
whether a boy goes or conies from one
metropolis to the other, he makes him
self a factor of firstclass citizenship.
Messrs. Nickel and Willison are thus
justly commendatory because they en
jo3red so many courtesies extended by
the Frostburg-New Yorkers.
Gen. Kear Hosken, a great play
mate of words, writes—
“lf the manager of the Boston Red
Sox caught a cold in his throat, do
you think Joe Wood have him toted
to a livery-stable because he was a
hoarse Stahl?”
No; if Joe’s name were Wilson, he
Woodrow him.
Quick Bet—Quick Winner —
Quick Eoss
Two “fans,” standing in front of
the Majestic Pool-Hall and Bowling
Alleys the other day while one of the
World Series games was in progress,
were discussing the hitting ability of
several of the great players.
One boasted of Speaker’s immense
talent, going so far as to aver his con
viction that Herzog would not make a
hit during the game.
The other held up for Herzog with
equal loyalty.
Then Speaker’s friend remarked —
“Well, here is a chance for Herzog
and I’ll bet he wont make a hit this
“Do you really believe that?” asked
Herzog’s friend.
“I do,” said the other.
“How much?”
“O, about $2 worth—if that’s what
you want to know,” insisted the par
tisan of Speaker, a “Sox” that is
“Done!” exclaimed the friend of
Herzog, the “Giant,” and in less than
a minute the sum of $4 was the stake.
In less than another minute the wire
dropped the news that Herzog had
just made a three-base hit.
Herzog’s friend pocketed the pile
and remarked—■
“Eess than three minutes ago I was
worth only $2!”
Max —That Is a stunning winter suit
you have on. old man.
Dax—Yes. When 1 got the bill, I
felt as If somebody had hit me in the
face with a snowball.
No Further Inquiry.
Down at the recent poultry show an
exhibitor told us this:
"Yes, It’s a lot of trouble to raise
hens till you know how. I’ll tell you
a story about that very point. A man
who looked as If he hadn’t had any
thing to eat for a week or so leaned
over the back fence of my park some
time ago. I had my eye on him, and
he saw I had my eye on him, so he
started up a conversation.
“ ‘Must be a lot of expense to keep
up such a lot of fowls,’ he said.
“ ‘Not such a much,’ says I.
'“What’s the principal Items T’ he
wants to know.
" ‘Powder an’ shot,’ I tells him.
‘‘An’, do you know, he never come
back to ask no more questions? Di
plomacy is a good thing to raise hens
with, too.”
Mrs. Suburbs—What did you do with
the flower seeds?
Mr. Suburbs—Fed them to the
chickens this morning. I thought I’d
save the poor things the trouble of
scratching them all up as soon as you
planted them.
Might Be Desirable.
“A president has to eat a good deal
these times.”
"What do you mean?”
"The chief executive has to attend
a great many banquets and the like.”
"Seems so. What about it?”
"I was just thinking that the next
president ought to recognize the grow
ing Importance of this social side of
the job and appoint an addition to the
cabinet in the shape of a toastmaster
Her Fatal Lack.
"Why did you refuse to engage that
woman, and she such a splendid work
er, just because she was deaf and
dumb ?”
"How do you suppose, If I took her,
I was going to get any of the news of
the neighborhood?”
Departed Hair.
"A Jock of Napoleon's hair recently
sold for SSO at auction. Pretty high
for a lock of hair, eh?"
"Oh, I don’t know,” responded the
bald-headed man. “I think I’d be will
ing to pay at that rate for my own
hair, If I could get It back.”
Another Winning
The Beall H. S. department of foot
ball defeated the same section of Al
legany Academy, Cumberland, last
Friday by a score of 50 to 0, making
94 to 0 over both Eonaconing and
Cumberland. From all accounts it
was a very orderly scrouge, altogether
parliamentary, and not a technicality
arising of sufficient weight to unbal
ance the referee.
Bad as a Punch
According to the World, there was
a scrouge up somewhere in New York
last week, when, on the side, one girl,
missing a player, was heard to ask —
“Why, I wonder where Charlie is
Another replied—
“ Why, don’t you know? The cap
tain caught him studying his school
lesson, and at once punished him by
dropping him from the team!”
Coming Events.
The ladies of the First English Bap
tist Church will serve a supper in the
Sunday-School room Wednesday even
ing, 30th inst., and the suggestion is—
“do without the usual lay-out at home
that evening, get a ticket, come, sup
with us, and subserve a doubly-good
purpose—enjoy an up-to-date course
and promote the world’s best cause.”
The Moose Masquerade Dance and
Supper in the Annex Gladstone, set
down for Thursday evening, 31st inst.,
under auspices of the Moose-Home
Committee, promises to be a most
brilliant affair. Those who eat and
may te too old to dance will enjoy the
solo pleasure of a nice supper, while
those who dance and eat will—
Win the same pleasure
In duet measure.”
The German Arion Band will give a
grand concert in Clarke Hall Monday
evening, November 4th, under aus
pices and for the benefit of St.
Michads Church. Everybody should
read Roy E. McCardell’s letter this
week, buy a ticket and go.
The annual supper and sale of fancy
articles by the ladies of the Presby
terian Church, in Stern’s Hall, this
place, to 10 o’clock Thursday even
ing, 24th, is an announcement of an
attractive event. A good supper will
be served, and the social features will
be enjoyable.
Court Frostburg, No. 4,271, Inde
pendent Orderof Foresters, announces
an “Autumn Dance” for Friday even
ing, 25th inst., in Frostburg Opera
House. The hour of 9is fixed for the
congenial maneuvre known in tempo
lingo as “the grand march.”
Under auspices of the Prohibition
ists of Allegany County a “Prohibi
tion Banquet” will be given in the
Washington Eunch Rooms, Cumber
land, next Friday evening, 25th inst.
“An Excellent Program Will Be Ren
dered” is the final note of invitation
to all friends of the cause.
Under auspices of seven patronesses
G. G. Townsend H. V. Hesse
H. B. Colborn J. Marshall Price
A. C. Frey J. A. Caldwells
Clayton Purnell
The “Sixth Annual Masquerade Ball,
Booked for the Terpsichorean Hall,
Frostburg Opera House, Wednesday
evening, 30th inst., will be held as per
prospectus. “It makes no difference”
if the weather should be cool for fun
ny costumes.
No Use Trying to Be Happy When
Man’s Wife Gives His Sunday
Cigar to Hired Man.
"Marriage is a good thing, hut it has
Its drawbacks.”
"Oh, well, we can’t expect to have
heaven on earth, you know.”
"I realize that. Still it seems to
me that things might be much better
than they are.”
"You are rather pessimistic.”
"I have reason to be pessimistic.”
"You merely imagine it. Why,
there’s no reason why any man who
has a good job, a comfortable home,
happy children, a pretty wife and ro
bust health should be pessimistic at
this time of the year. And you have
all of these blessings.”
"It’s all right for a man who has
no wife himself to hand out remarks
of that kind.”
"I hope no serpent has crept into
your home.”
“A friend of mine treated me to a
25-cent cigar day before yesterday,
and I took it home and laid it away
so that I could enjoy it after dinner
on Sunday. Yesterday my wife got a
man who was cleaning up our back
yard to do some extra work for her
and she gave him my cigar. I tell
you, by golly, when a man gets maw
ried he may as well bid good-by to
real happiness.”
Hard Guessing.
"The terms of today are very con
"How do you mean?”
"When you hear a man talk about
muck-raking, you do not know wheth
er he is reading the popular magazine?
or starting a suburban garden.”
A Dead Give-Away.
Wife—What would you do, George,
if you were left a widower?
Hub —Oh, I suppose the same as you
would do if you were left a widow.
Wife —You horrid wretch! And you
told me you could never care for any
body else.
The Operation.
"How do you suppose a chair of the
Simian language could be secured in a
"I suppose it might be done with a
monkey wrench.”
A Mean Suggestion.
“The coining of half-eent pieces will
V a great boon to many people 1
’ 'W.”
”M- >
Boxes With Flowers of Vines Are an
Ornament No House Should Be
’ Veranda or porch boxes should be
at least a food wide and a foot deep
and the timber of which they are
- paade should be of fairly good quality,
I for it will have to resist considerable
- pressure when the box is filled with
These boxes will be found most sat
isfactory If allowed to .project outside
£he veranda rail. They should be well
supported by braces running from the
bottom of the box on the outside to
the veranda floor.
Paint them some neutral color be
: fore filling them with soil.
> If ordinary soil Is used you will have
1 only an ordinary development of the
; plants you set out to grow In it, while
> what you want is vigorous growth.
Procure soil containing as much de
cayed vegetable matter as you can.
*- No matter how full of roots it is, the
> nutriment you are in search of is
: there and a few roots more or less
t will not Interfere with the plants you
1 propose to grow in it.
; On the contrary, they will prove of
, positive benefit, as they will help to
keep the soil light and porous.
Before filling the boxes with soil,
bore a few holes in the bottom of
them to allow for the escape of sur
Vines Add Grace and Beauty to the
plus water. In all probability there
; will be no surplus water to escape,
' but it is well to be on the safe side.
When you put the soil in the boxes
- press it down firmly. If dumped in
i lightly, evaporation will be rapid and
the roots of your plants may suffer in
5 At the outside of the box set vines
of quick development, like German
Ivy, Tradescantia, Moneywort, or the
Madeira vines.
These will soon hide the box com
pletely and after a little they will
form a screen for all that portion of
the veranda below the rail.
Morning glories can be planted here
and there along the box and trained
1 up on strings and made to furnish
Shade for the veranda as well as a
‘ screen.
Other flowering plants can be select
ed to suit individual taste. Almost any
' plant can be used with reasonable
chance of success if care is taken to
, see that the soil in the box is kept
always moist.
Strange Garden Creations.
i I often ark myself where in the
world the strange erections that stalk
i through an increasing number of
American gardens that even cover not
i a few American verandas, staring
• white, bare of foliage, and solid enough
to support a sky-scraper, are supposed
to have derived their origin, writes H.
G. Dwight, in the Atlantic Monthly
Magazine. In some of the greatest
, Italian gardens the pergolas are made
, of slender unplaned poles fastened to
. gether by withes, which are invisible
■ under the vines that cover them.
i The nakedness of American pergo
las has sometimes been explained to
i me by the fact that grapevines must
i be cut down every year in order to
bear well.- What cf it? The vine ex
, ists for the pergola, not the pergola
for the vine.
! Even in countries so poor as Greece
and Turkey thousands of vines are
■ grown simply for their shade and
• beauty. If we called a pergola a trel
_ lis, and were done with it, -we might
: be less in danger of disfiguring our
• gardens by a species of snow-shed.
School Grounds.
i It is strange that towns and com
munities will decorate their ceme
teries and allow the school yards to
remain bare. Would- it now be bet
- ter to reverse the rule and care for
the living rather than the dead? It
is certainly too late to benefit those
; who rest in the cemetery and not too
• ! early to instill a love of plant life into
those who attend school.
Fitting a Cork.
If a cork is too large for the bottle
, in which you wish to use it, lay it on
its side, and with a little hoard or
1 ruler roll it under all the pressure you
can put on it. It will be elongated to
1 ; fit in a vejx few minutes.
Miss Evelyn Benson, daughter of
John N. Benson, has become a student
1 of vocal music under a distinguished
tutor, in Pittsburg, Pa. .
A sack of the H. B. Shaffer Com
pany’s home-grown and home-ground
buckwheat Hour —the very best of its
cereal kind, was dropped in on the
Journae the other day. As Prof.
Boyle, of Eckhart, would say —“it is
ne plus extra."
“Eggs again?”
It was a query, an accusation and a
“Yep,” said Tommy Thomas. “Why
not? There’s more nourishment In a
poft-bolled —”
"Feather bed,” Interrupted his chum.
“Truth is, you’re too lazy to cook any
thing else.”
“Ooooh, you tell whops! And what,
Mr. Simian Wellington, did YOU
cook last week?”
Simeon was obliged to take the de
fensive. “Aw, but I didn't plain-boil
and plain-boll till the hens came
fiome. I served those eggs in eight
different ways, and you know It.”
“Yaas, and with the shells every
(dme. Fact is, Sim, I’m tired of pot
wreslin’. I’ll run you a race to the
postoffice and back to see who cooks
for a month.”
“Nay, son. Not being blessed with
drumsticks like yours, I’ll have to de
tline your glittering offer. But I’ll be
sportier than that.”
He picked up an egg, held it to the
(ight, listened at each end mysterious
ly, and then rejected it. He took up
another egg and did the same. After
diagnosing the third, his face lighted
with joy.
“A very strong egg, Tommy. A per
fect type of the Roman arch. Now,
sir, I can fix this egg so you cannot
break It with an iron implement—er,
that stove-lid, we'll say.”
"Just try me.”
“If you do, I’ll cook for a month.
If you don’t I’m to have riz biscuits
and hot rolled oats for a month.”
“I weep for a poor orphan like you,
Sim, but —turn on the blizzard.”
Welling took his chosen egg—lt
was a small one —and stood it in a
corner of the room.
It was an ancient trick, almost as
old as the Columbus stunt, and Tom
my knew he could not hope to break
the egg in that position with the cir
cular weapon. But he betrayed no
chagrin. He calmly picked up a poker
as well as the stove-lid, and proceeded
to pry away the partitions forming
the corner.
“I say,” began Sim, fearsome for
the landlady’s bill. Then a brilliant
idea bumped him.
Pfiosh! A moist, warm, soft-boiled
egg struck Tommy on his pet cowlick
and the effluvium began to cascade
(nto his collar, thence to the back of
his vest.
And the battle was on. Tommy
jumped to the table and com
mandeered the plate of cooked eggs.
Sim rifled the cupboard of the half
bagful of raw ones. Only a baseball
reporter could adequately deal with
the doings of those eggs thereafter.
Presently Sim retreated—or Tommy
thought he did. He ran downstairs
pursued by a “Yah, squealer, come
again!” from the apparent victor.
On the first floor was a grocer’s
shop. A sign read:
! 35c doz. 1
• *
“Gimme two dozen eggs,” cried Sim.
“Charge it to Mr. Thomas, as usual.”
Ustairs he galloped and began a
fusillade from the doorway. Poor
Tommy dodged behind the bed. Sim
entered and pursued him from his hid
ing place, punctuating his howls with
fresh ranch eggs. Tommy now fled,
but grabbed the door key as he ran.
Sim understood. Tommy was com
ing back with ammunition. He moved
bed, oil stove and table against the
door. He was in the act of uprooting
the stationary wash basin when a
balmy, squashy, not-quite-so-guaran
teed ranch egg hit him in the bridge
of his nose. It had come over the
The next one decorated his shirt
front. The third missed him and
broke the mirror. Eggs now came
thick and fast, two whole dozen, at
35 cents per, pursuing him to the fire
escape. With simian agility he made
his way down to that comer grocery
and asked for more eggs.
But Sim was in too big a hurry to
explain. He gathered up all the eggs
left in the crate, put them into a
huge paper bag and with a "Charge
’em to Mr. Thomas,” bounded up thosa
stairs again.
Tommy was nowhere in sight. The
barricade had been pushed in.
“But I’ll get the rascal,” muttered
Nemesis-of-the-Ova. “He’s gone after
more eggs. Score one point for me.”
He shut the window to prevent a
rear attack, then threw up fortifica
tions in front of the open door.
Steps, soft steps, ascending the
stair! A head looming from the semi
darkness, looking inquiringly into the
Whizz! Pfiosh! An egg cleaving
the air and finding its mark.
"Got ye, did I?” yelled Sim, tri
umphantly, emerging from the ram
part with another egg ready for the
throw. “Have another?”
A scream. Feminine. Not the land
lady’s, either. The too-eage-r egg
stifled the scream.
“Sim Wellington, you nasty, good
for-nothing wretch!” The victim was
sputtering eggshells with every sylla
ble. “I called to tell you your aunt—
but I won’t.”
And the girl—young, pretty and all
that —flounced down the' stairs.
It was Sim’s sweetheart. But Sim
didn’t feel like calling her back.
“Polly!” gasped the gallant warrior
in awe. “And auntie of the money
bags probably coming to see me this
very day!”
A Big Profit.
William Condry, of Eckhart, planted
6 bushels of potatoes last spring in a
quarter-acre of ground, and this fall
dug therefrom 100 bushels—nearly
1700 per cent. gain.
There was an altercation in front of j
the Fidelity Savings Bank a few days [
j ago.
Two trials followed—one belliger
j ent fined $lO, other $5.
| Public opinion of demerits divided, j
At the family home, West Too
street, Tuesday, October 15, 1912, Mr.
Frederick Wenk, aged 65 years, after
a long illness. He was a quiet, good,
industrious citizen, and long an ex
emplary member of Zion Evangelical
Church. He was born in Hesse Cas
sel, Germany, in 1847, and came to
this country when 6 years old. Wife
and two daughters are bereaved—
Mrs. Henry J. Boettner, of this place,
and Mrs. Harry Kight, of Cumberland.
An otherwise large relationship also
sorrows with the family. Funeral
was held at residence Thursday after
noon, Rev. Eugen Henzel officiating.
At the family home, in Borden,
Monday, October 14, 1912, Mr. Chris
tian Spitznas. Had he lived two days
more he would have been 86 years
old. Mr. Spitznas was born in Prussia
October 16, 1826, and was a soldier in
the army of that country during the
last war with Austria. He came to
this country before the Civil War and
his military life in Europe making
him feel fit for similar action here he
“joined the cavalry” of the Union
army and rendered heroic service.
He was a member of Thoburn Post,
G. A. R., of this place, during all its
career. A consistent communicant of
Salem Reformed Church, he was
buried Wednesday under the auspices
of Post and Church, each doing honor
to his memory. Three daughters and
two sons are bereaved—Mrs. Charles
Ehm, of this place; Mrs. James Jef
fries, of Pittsburg, Pa.; Miss Eouise,
of Borden, and Messrs. Charles and
Henry C. Spitznas, of this place. A
resident of nearly 60 years high stand
ing in Borden, he was universally re
spected as a good citizen and Chris
tian gentleman.
Why do some folks lie eternal—-
Tho’ they aint no criminaller
Than me, an’ say “dear Journal, ”
When it only costs a dollar ?
Now is the time to subscribble.
C. B. Ryan.
Mr. and Mrs. James Grant have re
moved their household goods to Wash
ington, 1). C., and will themselves go
this evening to make their home in
that city, as nearly all the young mem
bers of this estimable family have em
ployment there. Many will miss the
jolly old gentleman’s familiar figure
on the street—miss his cheery saluta
tions and good word for everybody,
but the knowledge that he and Mrs.
Grant want to be near their children
will acquit them of any other desire to
leave. All, therefore, wish the best
for them.
Grantsville Generalities.
Work on the pike is progressing
The telegraph poles are being moved
from the old National Pike bridge,
which will greatly add to the attract
iveness of that venerable structure.
Mr. and Mrs. George G. Townsend
were visitors to Grantsville Tuesday.
C. A. Bender, of this place, was a
visitor to Frostburg Wednesday.
William Wagner, John Miller, Miss
Ida Gantt and Miss Anna Wagner, of
Piedmont, West Va., and Miss Grace
Warnick, of Cumberland, motored to
Grantsville last Sunday and were
guests of Mrs. J. J. Bender. .
Country Girt,.
First Tramp—Say. Raggsy, do you
ever bathe?
Second Tramp—Sure.
First Tramp—When?
Second Tramp—When I’m in Jail.
The Sick.
Fred. Miller, of Eckhart, 8 years
old, accidentally shot last Wednesday,
is in a Cumberland hospital. The
bullet stopped in his cheek, and hope
of early recovery is well-grounded.
Mrs. Harry Fuller is recovering from
an illness superinduced by blood
Miss Hannah Wright, ill with
typhoid fever, has been removed to
Western Maryland Hospital, Cumber
land. She is a daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. John W. Wright, of this place.
Thomas H. Morgan, County School
Commissioner, was taken suddenly ill
last Saturday morning, but is out
Mrs. John Vogtman, West Union
street, suffering from a stroke of
paralysis, is improving.
Clarence Baker, off duty several
days, will soon be at his place again in
Hoffman mine.
Miss Mildred Flosken, Maple street,
has been ill this week.
John Scalley is recovering from an
attack of typhoid fever.
Miss Eizzie Jenkins and brother—
Albert, of Grahamton, both prostrate
j with typhoid fever, are getting better.
Rev. S. J. Clarke, pastor of St.
Michael’s Church, painfully ill several
days, was reported yesterday as get
,j ting along nicely toward recovery.
Her Preferred Artists.
The New York World of Wednesday
contains a fine picture, reproduced
from “a copyright photograph by
Towles,” Washington, D. C., of Mrs.
Theodore Roosevelt. While her hus
band was President she and her
daughters were customers of the
Towles Brothers.
The Lonaconing Savings Bank, with
340 per cent, surplus, is 3d on the State
Bank Roll of Honor.
The Fidelity Savings Bank, of this
place, with 125 per cent., is 22d on the
The former is a splendid institution,
much older than the latter.
That is Not Insured P
If So, You Should Place a Policy
On It To-Day,
Or To-iV!orrow Before You Dine.
YOU should place the risk, too, with
standard companies, such as are availa
ble at the D. P.
- Miller & Go.
Fr 1 worth
its face in gold.
Apply at ouce.
: 'VV-L.-.
J. B. Oder,
Representing D. P. MILLER & GO.,
Mining Journal Office, 82 East Union St.,
March 251 FROSTBURG. MB.
Notice of Application for Retail Liquor Licenen
WHEREAS, The following named persons
have, in compliance with Chapter 140 of the
Acts of the General Assembly of Maryland
for the year 1894, as amended by Chapter 415
of the Acts of 1902, being Article 1, and as
amended by the Acts of 1904, and of the Acts of
1908, and of the Acts of 1910, Public Local
Laws of Allegany County, filed with the Clerk
of the Circuit Court for Allegany Counnty,
their Applications for Licenses to sell Spirit
uous and Fermented Liquors at their places
of business in Allegany County as below
monstrances against the issuance of Licenses
to said Applicants must be filed with the
undersigned WITHIN TWENTY DAYS after
the filing of the Applications.
J. W. YOUNG, Clerk.
DONAHUE, EDWARD J —69 East Union street,
Frostburg. Residence Frosfburg, Md. Owner
of premises, Mrs. Ann Donahue.
Notice of Application for Saloon License
WHEREAS, The following named persons
have, in compliance with Chapter 140 of the
Acts of the General Assembly of Maryland
for the year 1894, as amended by Chapter 415
of the Acts of 1902, being Article 1, and as
amended by the Acts of 1904 and of the Acts of
1908, and of the Acts of 1910, Public Local
Laws of Allegany County, filed with the Clerk
of the Circuit Court for Allegany County,
their Applications for Licenses to sell Spirit
uous and Fermented Liquors at their places
of business in Allegany County as below
monstrances against the issuance of Licenses
to said Applicants must be filed with the
undersigned within TWENTY DAYS after
the filing of the Applications.
J. W. YOUNG, Clerk.
BARRY, JAMES J. —147 East Union street, Frost
burg. Residence Eckhart Mines, Md. Owner
of premises, Daniel Powell.
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Thursday, Oct. 24,1912
Admission —35, 50 and 75 cents
Children —25 cents
Seats on Sale at Pearce’s

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