The Frostburg spirit., November 20, 1913, Image 5

About The Frostburg spirit. (Frostburg, Md.) 1913-1915

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IN GRANDPA’S TIME.
THINGSj have changed a mighty sight
Since our grandpas went to spark.
There was no electric light
When they wished to keep it dark;
They’d no chance to' ever call
Up a girl by telephone;
Had no taxicabs at all;
Cabarets were still unknown.
They were poor and underpaid
And were plagued by many cares.
How, oh, how did they persuade
Our dear grandmas to be theirs?
When our grandpas were young men
They had little cash to burn.
It was customary then
To save all that one could earn.
They were not inclined to flash
Money where the crowds could see.
They were stingy with their cash,
For, in fact, they had to be.
Cocktails gave them no delight.
Life no doubt was very tame,
But they seemed to hit it right
With our grandmas, all the same.
When our grandpas loved and sighed,
As enchanted lovers will,
They had little cause for pride,
And their tastes were simple still.
They possessed no purring cars
To appeal to women’s hearts.
On their hands they bore the scars
Necessary toil imparts.
Oft I wonder how they won
Our dear grandmas, poor old chaps.
They appear, though, to have done
Well despite their handicaps.
—Chicago Record-Herald.
The Way of a Woman.
Foolishly he asked her for a kiss;
naturally she said “No;” bravely he
took it, anyway; angrily she put him
away; scornfully she told him what
she thought of such action, and meek
ly he stood for the same old bluff.
“I am surprised and mad at you!”
she said, and she looked every bit of it.
"I didn’t think a gentleman would do
such a thing, and now, if you are go
ing to stay here this evening, I don’t
want you even to touch me, but let us
sit here and talk like sensible people.”
Thoroughly cowed, he agreed.
Seeing, however, that she had car
ried her little bluff too far and he was
taking her seriously, she made use of
a bright idea.
“Will you promise to be good now?”
she asked. ' t
“Yes.”
“Well, let’s shake on it.”
Solemnly they shook hands.
“Now,” she said, with a cunning and
meaning little twinkle in her eye, “you
have touched me already and broken
your promise. So, being as you have
gone that far, you might as well go
ahead and break the rest of your
agreement.”
Curtain!—Roy G. Booker in Judge.
Only One Left.
Mrs. Talkington—Tell me the truth,
Henry. Have I a rival?
Mr. Talkington Only the phono
graph, my love. —Chicago Daily News.
He Knew Their Names.
They were discussing the North
American Indian the other day in the
primary room of a district school when
the teacher asked if any one could tell
what the leaders were called.
“Chiefs,” announced a bright little
girl at the head of the class.
“Correct,” answered the teacher.
“And now can any of you tell me
what the women were called?”
There was a moment of silence, then
a small boy’s hand was seen waving
aloft, eager to reply.
“Well, Johnny?” asked the teacher.
“Mischiefs,” he proudly announced
—Philadelphia Ledger.
In London.
“You want a place as cook. Yes.
You must first tell me all about your
self. If you don’t tell me the truth
I’ll have to find some other means of
learning it.”
“Well, ma’am, I don’t suppose there’s
any ’elp for it. I’ve been in jail four
times.”
“Oh, blessed creature—in jail for the
cause, of course! How splendid!”
“Wot cause, ma’am?”
“Why, ‘votes for women.’ ”
“Me! Nothin' of the kind. It were
shop liftin’!” —Cleveland Plain Dealer.
It Will Come to This.
“You can’t get around the fact that
the moving picture show business is
making rapidly advancing strides.”
“You bet you can’t. I understand
that by next year an arrangement
will be made with the newspapers to
print all the domestic quarrels and di
vorces of the film stars same as they
do the regular actors.”—St. Louis Re
public.
A Magnificent Achievement.
“Moses was the great lawgiver,” said
the student.
“Yes. And a wonderful part of his
work was the way he managed to put
so many great laws into effect with
out the assistance of a lobby.”—Wash
ington Star.
Restaurant Life.
“I never know what to order. I get
tired of staring at the bill of fare day
after day.”
“I have a system. I start at the top
on Monday, and on Saturday I have
worked through the bill.”—Boston Ad
vertiser.
Not So Bad as That.
“Women are certainly trying hard
to become man’s equal.”
“Oh, I think you wrong us. All the
women I know seem ambitious to go
forward rather than backward.”—
Houston Post. *
Number One.
Young Doctor’s Wife —Oh, Jack, just
fancy! There’s a patient in the sitting
room!
“All right, dear. I won’t be a mo
ment. Just run and lock him in.”—
Life.
DEFYING TIME
AND ELEMENTS
Stately Arch 'That Spans
the Casselman Nearly a
Century Old.
BY SARAH ROBERTA GETTY.
That the stately old bridge which
spans the beautiful Casselman river
neah Grantsville, should have won a
prize in a recent photographic con
test in the “Better Roads”, magazine
reflects credit upon the photographer,
I. E. Gilbert of Frostburg, and is a
source of congratulation to the people
of Grantsville, even while occasioning
no surprise, as the picture of this
beautiful landmark has graced not
only the pages of all the county
papers at different times, but also
several of the leading magazines as
well. There is no more imposing
structure along the old National Pike
than this historic old stone bridge,
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This cut shows the bridge as it appeared a few years ago, with the
side wails almost entirely destroyed by vandals, some of them hauling
stones away to be used in buildings of their own, while others toppled
portions of the walls over to see the water splash in the river below.
which has been the delight of both
the tourist and native for nearly a
century.
The bridge was begun in 1812 and
completed in 1818, with an immense
expenditure of time and labor. The
beautiful arch, semi-circle in shape,
with a radius of 38 feet was built of
stone upon a frame work of wood
which when completed, could be torn
down merely by the removal of a key
in the frame work.
So little faith had the' people of that
day in this gigantic undertaking that
the impression prevailed that when
the woodwork was taken away the
collapse of the structure would be
inevitable. History tells us that these
oft-repeated suspicion so preyed
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Nearly Ceutury Old Bridge Near Grautsville, Md., as It Appears Today.
upon the mind of David Shriver, the
young superintendent, thathis anxiety
became unendurable and he and his
men secretly, in the dead of night,
turned the key and unlocked the frame
to ascertain beyond a doubt
whether or not the massive arch was
safe. Their fears, or rather those of
the natives, were groundless however,
and as it stood the test then, so,
bravely, it has stood while the storms
and tempest of nearly a hundred years
have beaten upon its walls, yet the
work of the master hand that builded
it remains undisturbed by the ele
ments.
Occasionally though, a vandal hand
would deface the beautiful structure
by destroying parts of the side walls
on top of the bridge, which acted as a
protection to the travelers, and as the
years went by small trees and shrubs
sprung up at the base and summit and
in the crevices along the walls, great
ly marring the beauty and splendor of
the massive arch.
In 1911, the late Governor Crothers
became so interested in the matter
through the solicitations of the towns
men of Grantsville and others, that he
used his influence in securing the ap
propriation of a sum of money for the
purpose of repairing the bridge, and
one of the first steps in the Good
Roads movement was to restore it to
its original beauty. The side walls
were restored, a new cement coping
was laid on top of the walls, stones
were replaced here and there, and
after months of labor the bridge stood
completely restored and even more
imposing-looking than in the days
When it first towered proudly above
the classic Casselman.
The old bridge is of great historical
interest,being built within a few yards
of the spot where Gen. Braddock and
George Washington, then a youth of
twenty but colonel of a regiment,
forded the river en their ill-fated
journey toward Fort Duquense in 1755.
In the early days when the stage
coach was the only means of progress
many distinguished personages pass
ed over this famous bridge, Jackson,
Harrison, Polk and Taylor all crossed
here on their way to Washington to
take the oath of President of the
United States, and many other famous
statesmen passed over it long before
the little village of Grantsville came
into existence.
No less beautiful than the bridge is
the Casselman river which flows so
peacefully beneath it. The surround
ing scenery is a picture that would
delight any artist and is much fre
quented by tourists.
In the warm summer days picnic
luncheons are held on the river bank
where the rippling waters sparkling in
the sunlight, rest and delight the eye
of the pleasure seeker. Enthusiastic
anglers sit for hours casting their
lines in its placid depth waiting for a
bite from the elusive bass and sucker
or the tempting speckled trout. Bare
foot children wade in its cooling
waters or disport themselves in the
“old swimmin’ hole” near by.
Lovers find the seclusion of the old
arch an ideal trysting place. Weary
business men and tired housewives
stroll down in the summer evenings
and find in this peaceful spot a rest
from the day’s anxieties and cares. In
the cold winter days the river’s broad
expanse of ice is crowded with merry
skaters, and the air is filled with the
laughter of happy youth.
For nearly a century the bridge has
stood, an object of interest to all who
come to see. To all old Grantsville
people it has fond and tender'associa
tions. Both young and old carry in
their hearts a picture of this beautiful,
stately structure.
Dear, dear old bridge! how often we
have sought
The shelter of thy broadstone arch,
in quest
Of quiet. Here in thy solitude has
brought
Reliefs from cares, contentment,
peace and rest!
Chas. Oscar Tipton Fatally Injured.
The subject of this sketch, a,son of
George Tipton, of Gilmore, was killed
in “Coney” Mine No. 16, last Friday
morning. Deceased was a driver in
the mine and was fatally injured by
being caught between a derailed car
and the “rib” or side of the mine.
His body was badly crushed, and
death was almost instantaneous. He
was 20 years old. The funeral took
place last Sunday, and was attended
by a large number of people, who
held the unfortunate young man in
high esteem.
Douis Miller, of Bowery street, is
suffering with appendicitis.
If your business will not stand ad
vertising, you’d better advertise it for
.sale. tf.
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Assets (over) . . $800,000.00 we are among the number
On Roll of Honor this Bank Stands:
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D. ARMSTRONG, President. FRANK WATTS, Cashier.
More Affliction in Editor’s
Family.
At the hour of going to press, the
editor’s home is a veritable hospital.
The little boy whose life was in the
balance last week, owing to a bad
case of diphtheria, is now considered
out of danger, but the oldest boy of
the family, a lad aged 13 years, was
stricken with the dread disease on
Tuesday. Yesterday morning anti
toxin was administered, and this
morning the boy seems to be some
what better. However, the daughter
who has been doing the house work,
is very ill today, but shows no symp
toms of diphtheria.
Under present conditions the edi
tor’s home is a cheerless place, but
there are many homes where matters
are far worse, and all any of us can
do is to hope for the best, do the best
we can under the trying circum
stances, at least try to smile and joke,
and keep looking for the coming of a
better day.
Orphans’ Court.
At a session of the Orphans’ Court,
Tuesday, letters of administration
were granted to Clara White, in the
estate of Richard White, late of Eck
hart, authorizing her to sell the lease
hold estate of said decedent. -A re
port of the sale ok said leasehold was
filed and an order nisi was passed.-
Talent Is that which Is In a man’s
power; genius is that in whose power
a man is.
A Tough Cure.
Faith will do wonders. A woman in
Devonshire, England, recently said to a
chemist:
“I’ve got a cruel, bad cough, surely.
I’ve heerd that bronchial troches are
good things. Hav’ee got any?”
The assistant pointed to a small box
on the table and said:
“Yes; there they are,”
“How much Is it?” was the inquiry.
The price was paid, and the old wo
man took her departure. At night the
assistant missed a box of glycerin soap
(three cakes).
A couple of days afterward the wo-
Tian returned to the shop and said:
"I want’ee to take back two of them
things I had t’other day. I took one of
’em. It was mortal hard to chew and
awful to swallow, but it cured the
cough.”
Knew His Geography.
A prominent theatrical manager of
New York city strolled into one of the
leading hotels of the metropolis with
Colonel William F. Cody and met Jim
Thornton, the eccentric monologist.
The manager greeted Mr. Thornton
and, turning to Cody, said, “I would
like to have you meet my friend here,
Mr. Thornton.
“Mr. Thornton, this is Colonel Wil
liam F. Cody, better known as Buffalo
Bill.”
Mr. Thornton, gripping the wild west
showman’s hand, said: “Glad to know
you, Bill. What part of Buffalo are
you from ?”—National Monthly.
PALPITATION OF THE HEART.
it Is Usually Caused by Nervous or
Digestive Troubles.
Palpitation is rarely if ever due to
any disease or weakness of tbe heart.
It is almost invariably the result of
nervous or digestive trouble. The beat
of the heart arises within itself. There
are nerves in the muscles of the heart,
and they regulate its beating, although
the speed or rate of the beating is not
of their choosing. If they were not
held in check they would set a rate
about double that which is actually
maintained.
The heart is supplied from the brain
with two pairs of regulating nerves.
One pair, the cardio motor nerves, act
only to spur up the heart to quicker
action. They are usually inactive,
waiting the occasion for applying the
spur. The other pair, the cardio in
hibitory nerves, are always in action.
It has been said that the heart runs in
a pair of tightly held reins, and the
simile is true, for these nerves check
the speed.
Fear, worry, disorder of the stomach
or nervous system causes these cardio
inhibitory nerves to relax; then the
heart begins to race. There is noth
ing the matter with the heart itself,
and no one need be alarmed about that
organ just because it beats too rapidly.
Its palpitation is due to a psycholog
ical or a physical cause, something
that has caused the relaxation of the
reins and allowed the cardio motor
nerves to apply the spur.—New York
World.
CHATTY WELSHMEN.
Most Talkative, It Is Said, of All the
British Islanders.
Is the Welshman the most garrulous
man in the British isles? The result
of an impartial test by a London news
paper has shown that for actual talka
tiveness the typical Welshman heads
the list; next in order come Irishmen,
then Scots, and last of all the English
man.
Unobtrusively made in a number of
well known London restaurants, clubs
and public places, the tests invariably
gave the same results. By means of
a test watch the following table was
compiled:
Welshmen—Very talkative, animated
in manner and speaking at an average
rate of 200 words a minute.
Irishmen—Also very talkative, but
less animated in manner; average rate
of speech. 100 words.
Scotchmen—Far less talkative and
deliberate in manner; spoke at an av
erage rate of 120 words.
Englishmen—Almost silent, rarely
the first to speak; dogmatic and delib
erate in manner, speaking-100 to 120
words a minute.
The comparative silence of the men,
in striking contrast to the vivacious
chatter of the women folk, was as
usual noticeable. A curious detail was
that dark men were always the bigger
talkers.
Labadists of Holland.
There is a sect in Holland known as
the Labadists, among whose members
the use of mirrors is strictly prohibit
ed. Their founder, Jean de Labadie.
a seventeenth century Calvinist min
ister, attracted many followers, but aft
er his death they dwindled down, and
now they are found only in a few
remote villages of Friesland. Travel
ing in Holland in 1893, Lecky lit upon
a colony of Labadists. “Intermarry
ing mainly among themselves,” he
writes, “they have quite a distinct type
—a singularly beautiful one, with their
delicate lips and a curious air of re
finement. They are fishermen—very
prosperous—and their houses, with
their china and silver ornaments and
prints of the house of Orange and
great Bibles with silver clasps and
perfectly preternatural neatness, are
very interesting to see.” London
Chronicle.
Tale of a Lost Will.
A lost will found in a ceiling at
Chatsworth reminds us of the curious
case of Lord Hailes' will. He was a
Scotch judge, and when he died in
1792, as no testamentary paper could be
discovered, the heir-at-law was about
to take possession of the estates to the
exclusion of his daughter and only ;
child. She sent some of her servants
to lock up the family mansion, which
she had to give up, and from some
window shutters there dropped out
upon the floor from behind a panel the
missing will, which secured her all the
family estates and property. Why do
people take the trouble to make, sign
wills properly attested and then con
ceal them? Can they enjoy a posthu
mous joke?—London Spectator.
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