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‘ . with the routine of the rockâ€". . weed harvest, we enjoyed watchâ€" %“hg the work for a few minutes. 95'8‘8 and ~Bright, their nostrils « @overed with noseâ€"baskets. lest Eim turn to féeding, were guidâ€" ‘/ed along the irregular margin of ~ the field by Otis. Cousin Herman took ‘the laborious task of gathâ€" ering up the seaweed with a pitchfork and tossing it to the meadow fringe above the beach. ;,,len and Austin piled the wet, ‘salty weeds onto the cart.: The ~~gren drew the loaded cart to the ‘~rocky point at the end of the meadow. There the rockweed was stacked in small piles to be bleached and rinsed of salt by the fall rains and the winter snows. Austin was too quick in the giving of directions and the use of ‘the stick. His father always said with a sign, "You will never make a teamster." Ben laughed and talked and frequently sang when he guided the oxen. His high spirits had an upsetting efâ€" fect upon his charges, who startâ€" ed. to swing their great heads uneasily. Their owner was quick to take the goad from Ben and place it in the steady hands of my older brother, who, accordâ€" ing to Aunt Hannah, was a "born Friend." Otis‘ quiet steadiness was sure to calm the oxen. serst aathe of the Pochwend & ot the rockweed hn%pi we were usually on hand (to help ‘ Cousin Herman with his annual fall task. The date of the harvest was always uncertain because we had to wait until the southerly gales of September and October had torn m: rockweed from the offshore and deposited it â€" along the rocky ‘beach. The mrnln“ selected hadto be.â€"one of. low mons. Austin and my brothers eagerly volunteered their â€" as~ sistance because they anticipated the pleasure of taking turns in driving Star and Bright, the three boys knew equally well the use of "Gee" and "Haw," signals that were called to guide the beasts to the right and left. They were equally skilled in swinging the goad â€"stick. But they were mot equally successful in handâ€" ling Star and Bright. ‘Olive and Alice and I joined the harvesting party with no exâ€" pectation of being allowed to drive the oxen. In fact, we preâ€" ferred to be behind the great beasts rather than beside them. We found the ride in the twoâ€" wheeled cart pleasurable as the oxen followed the winding meaâ€" dow road from barnyard to seaâ€" Some years the supply of loose seaweed on the shore was not sufficient for my cousin‘s needs. ‘Then he ‘took a shortâ€"bladed scythe. and cut the rockweed from the ledges. This process we watched with interest and adâ€" miration.: His successful cutting of the weed in its rocky bed eviâ€" denced his skill as a hand mowâ€" The rugged shore yielded a harvest other than that of rockâ€" weed. It was that harvest which we girls gathered. We had each broughtâ€"along. a tin‘ can, one in which had come ‘cocoa shells, the source, of a favorite‘ breakfast beverage. We walked the beach in search of mollusk shells, the whiteâ€"domed covering of the whelk, the Tyriarâ€"tinted periâ€" winklé : shells, and "the fluted walves of the scallops. We colâ€" lected ‘these from no interest in matural history. ‘We~ garnered ‘Though we girls were familiar for the noxious task of ng and /stacking the seaâ€" arms but the others left their harvest in several dozen little mounds in the lower meadow Nor was the work of the rockâ€" weed harvest completed. Cousin Herman later mixed barn maâ€" nure and plant foliage with the rockweed. As long as the material remained unfrozen, it was pitchâ€" ed over every few days so that the plants would be well mixed and equally exposed to the cleansing rains. May was the month that saw the final disposal .of the rockâ€" weed. Cousinâ€" Herman had the same crew that he had had in October. But in the spring, Shep and Donâ€"dog went along beâ€" cause they loved a run in the greening field, where they mined for woodchuck runs. Again, the boys took turns in driving the oxen; again, Otis was given the longest turn. This time, the four workers shared the work equalâ€" ly. They loaded the cart with compost, which they later spread on the field and the plowed piece, where the turnips and the other root vegetables were to be planted. When dinner time came, the seven harvesters. were glad of the cart ride home. Alice, Olive, and I carried our harvest in our In May, we girls had no inâ€" terest in a harvest of shells. We found attraction in the meadow rather than on the shore. We scouted the field for wild strawâ€" berry blossoms so that when July came we would be able to find the fragrant red berries. We folâ€" lowed the meadow brook in search of the brightâ€"flowered marsh marigolds, whose leaves we gathered for greens, We walked‘ along the edge of the meadow to inspect the bulging buds of the wild apple trees. _ .. \Once our cans were filled with shells, we turned to other atâ€" tractions of the shore. We reâ€" moved our shoes and stockings, left the rockâ€"covered beach, and walked out onto the muddy flats, where we drew ‘faces and figures with . pointed â€" sticks. As Cousin Herman and his helpers spread the compost, they talked of the weather, the smeltâ€" ing season, and the news of neighborhood and village. But before the task of spreading was completed, one of the workers was sure to say, ‘"There should be a good yield of hay in this meadow. One haryest that alâ€" ways pays is the rockweed harâ€" vest." Though far from immodest, Mickey Mantle:isn‘t exactly unâ€" ware â€" or proud:â€" of his ability to hit a ball a country mile. In the eighth inning of a spring practice game against the Tigers, Mickey , rapped one over the rightfield wall that must have gone 470 feet on the fly. The ball tookâ€"off and just went and went. After the game, Mickey got dressed and took a seat in the team bus next to a window. Just then a kid ran up with a ball for him to autograph. "It‘s the ball you hit for that homer, Mickey," explained the kid. & "Why can‘t it be?" asked the indignant youngster. "‘Because you couldnt bring it back so quick!" grinned Mickey. "It can‘t be," said Mantle. MICKEY‘S MANTLE in ‘The Christian Sciâ€" Until quite lately I took the punctuation marks which guide our reading pretty much for granted, as something that had always been and always would be. I noted a few deviations. I knew they had once been called points and that another expresâ€" sion for period was full stop. I knew the last century used more commas than we do. The first of these was that punctuation marks are cannibaâ€" listic They feed. on eachother, making new marks out of old. Take that question mark which the Spanish put before as well as after the question. It‘s the semicolon used as a question mark in medieval Greek manuâ€" is&.‘ripts, dismembered and reasâ€" sembled with the period on the ibottom and the comma turned around and put on top. The comâ€" ma itself is a virgule (the slantâ€" ing stroke you sometimes see beâ€" tween and and or thusly â€" and/or) decapitated and twisted into a curve. . I was aware that the English in their queer way called our quotes, inverted commas, and I knew also that the Spanish put a question mark before; as well as after, the question, inverting the first one, a most sensible procedure which tells you a question is a question when you most want to know itâ€"before you start to read it. But'lately I have ticing larger things. But those who come closest to the marks of punctuation are the ones who have the most fun with themâ€"the printers. They have put the melodrama of the exclamation point into several phrases. They call it shriek, asâ€" tonisher, screamer, scare point, and strike ‘em stiff, all imageâ€" making terms of high voltage for a mark hated by Swift for its exuberance. In their efforts to season monotony with interest, they call the question mark the Punctuation â€" Then And Now Our grannies also played with punctuation. I found three points dramatized in an old rebus which runs like this: If the B mt put: If the B. putting: Don‘t put: over a aâ€"der ‘ You‘d be an * it. _ Translated, this rebus, which once adorned many a sampler and potâ€"holder, reads thusly: If the grate be empty, put eoal on. If the grate be full, stop putâ€" ting coal on. Don‘t put coal on over a high fender. You‘d be an ass to risk it. Greatâ€"granddad was a busy nfan, as the song tells us, but he knew a colon from a full stop, a great or capiut B from a small one, a hyphen an asterisk, and he probably knew that the last was Greek for small star, to boot. But that‘s nothing to the jolt I got when I learrred that our ancestors used punctuation marks not as we do, to make clear, grammatical structure, but as reading rests to indicate how long the reader should pause at a given place. In the 18thâ€"cenâ€" tury "Young Ladies‘ and Genâ€" tlemen‘s Spelling Book" I came across a table of these rests, here called stops, marks and pauses: A comma (,) is a pause in readâ€" This makes punctuation much easier than our modern system â€"no grammar, no comma splices. All you have to know is how to rest. All you have to do is count. ing until you may tell one. A semicolon (;) two; A colon (:) three; A period (.) four. Thus you read, and still read. for this is the punctuation of the Bible. "The Lord is my Shepâ€" heard (count, or tell, two); I shall not want (count four). He maketh me to lie down in green pastures (count three: he leadeth me beside the still waters (count four)." Webster in his famous spellâ€" ing book changed the count a bit here. He told our greatâ€" grandfathers to count four, not three, for a colon; six, not four, for a period. Being a sensible Nutmeg Yankee, he wanted to slow things down. My next discovery was note of admiration, which I first came upon in the "The Newâ€"York Speler," of 1819. Like note of inâ€" terrogation, for question mark, it had the old wordy formality in it and the Latin which we are getting further and further away from. FRENCH RIOT IN. ALGIERSâ€"Righ+wing riiters overturn @ car during violent demonstrations in Algiers in protest against any compromise in the struggle with Algerian rebels. A mob of more thanâ€"50,000 French men and wimen gathered in a square while young rioters stormed the U.S, Cultural Center and occupied the French=Civil Government headquarters. been noâ€" _ Once you‘re m it, you find that the story of punctuation, like that of most human interâ€" ests, is inexhaustible and not without its humor. Like capitaliâ€" zation, it is part of the oldâ€"time learnin‘â€"songs which began with Great A and ended with groâ€" tesque Izzard and Ampersand: Great A, little a, Bouncing B, The cat‘s in the cupboard And shecan‘t see. . If you want any more you can swing it yourselfâ€"By Horace Reynolds in The Christian Sciâ€" ence Monitor. finger nails, thinking of the cutâ€" tings, no doubt. Gus had acquired the first automobile to be seen in our parts, a Model "T" Ford touring car with a hand crank, no top, and hard tires. At first, this was piloted by an imported chauffeur â€" not an elegant felâ€" low, but a mechantcally minded youth versed in the ways of this sputtering beast. Then I learned to drive and found high adâ€" venture even on the journey from San Antonio to. Socorro over the rutted roads designed for wagons. When father himâ€" self learned to drive, which he always did with great gusto and very little respect for his car, the chauffeur became a mechanic and Gus opened the first garage in San Antonio. Opening New Roads FRJIGHTENING â€" Cathren Santa Maria, a _ bigâ€"eared _ basset hound, doesn‘t like the looks of that hypodermic needie. An antirabies drive brought out the dread instrument. The Colonel was the first perâ€" son to drive an automobile over what he named the "skyline route" which followed the wagon road from Magdalena over the Black Range, through Winston, Hermosa, Anifnas Canyon, Cave Creek Hill, and into Hillsboroâ€" a route which up to that time was used only for horses and wagons. The journey, which father made alone, was a perilâ€" ous one. When he reached Cave Creek Hill, always a terror for teamsters and horseâ€"drawn veâ€" hicles, he was almost forced to give up the trip. Finally, Gus solved the problem of ascent oy putting the Ford into reverse and going up the hill backward so that the gasoline would feed from the tank to the engine. The battery for the Braves was Al Javery, pitching, and Phil Masi, catching. The first Pirate stepped into the batter‘s boxâ€" and laced the first pitch into rightfield for a triple. The next batter hit the rightfield wall for a double. "I don‘t know," Masi replied "I haven‘t caught one yet." In short order, the Pirates collected a home run, double, triple, double, and _ another tripleâ€"each one on Javery‘s first pitchâ€"that high, hard one. Manager Stengel (this was 1943), in disgust, waved Al to the showers. Then he called Masi over an dasked, "What kind of pitch was he throwin‘, anyway?" From this and like adventures, father developed a definite conâ€" cern for the development of proper roads. ‘"These things," he remarked to me sagely, "are going to change the transportaâ€" tion world entirely." â€"From "Be My Guest", by Conred Hilton. wWHAT‘S THE PITCH â€" ‘The teeth worked perfectly, the venison, eating it with its and Wharton was able to! enjoy own teeth! Got His Dentures From A Deer Hunter Francis Wharton, of Little Fort, British Columbia, bagged a fine deer on a hunting trip and looked forward to eatâ€" ing the venison. When he lost his top set of false teeth on the way back, it looked as though he was going to be cheated of the meal, for he could not immediately afford a new set. His appetite, however, promptâ€" ed his ingenuity. He extracted the teeth from the deer, spent three hours filing and grinding them down to size. Counterfeiters are queer peoâ€" ple. Melvin G. Parsons, a fiftyâ€" sevenâ€"yearâ€"old foundry moulder of Missouri, laid on his own "evening classes". He studied engraving, inks and printing at a public library for hundreds of evenings, then in three years forged $14,000 worth of perfect $10 bills, but gave them such painstaking care and costly finâ€" ishes that he barely met exâ€" penses. Then he made a plate from plastic wood, moulding it around the roof of his mouth. Next, he fitted the deer‘s teeth into place and secured them with cement. Studied Evenings To Learn Forgery "I didn‘t make any money out of it," he told a secret service agent, "but like horseâ€"racing it gets in your blood, and I couldn‘t get away from it." The agent said: "He was trying to produce better money than the Treasury Department." One U.S. counterfeiter was a Roman Catholic who victimized only priests of his church. Pious, penitent, he wandered around the country offering $50 and $100 bills for special prayers of which, he said, he was in great need. One counterfeiter was a Louâ€" isiana justice of the peace who, in 1908, set up an efficient plant in an unused room of his court. Culprits paying fines were lecâ€" tured sternly on eheir .misdeeds â€" and given counterfeit change! In a fascinating account of some of the world‘s most notoriâ€" ous cases â€" ‘"Money of Their Own" â€" Murray Teigh Bloom says that a. few forgers do esâ€" cape despite a U.S.â€"Secret Serâ€" vice setimate that at least nineâ€" ty per cent. are caught and sentenced. The priests ‘Teadily took his notes and gave him change, and the notes stayed in circulation longer than usual because the churches had no difficulty in passing them! Marcus Crahan, a Providence, U.S, photoâ€" engraver, disposed of most of his homeâ€"made notes at race tracks around the counâ€" try. As soon as he reached a city he put a personal notice in a leading paper on these lines: "Found in Union Station late yesterday afternoon, a sum of money in bank â€"notes, which owner may have, after proving property, by applying to Xâ€"13 this paper." Thus, when he was eventually caught, he could say he found the fake notes, instead of makâ€" ing the lame excuse that he got them from bank or store. Once or twice this succeeded, but the third time it landed him a fifâ€" teenâ€"year sentence. The halfâ€"rouble notes of a Russian gang, in 1912, were exâ€" cellent reproductions, except that on one side, in tiny characâ€" ters, was this challenge to the Tsar‘s treasury: "Our money is no worse than yours." A Milanese counterfeiter, in 1951, turned out fairly good U.S. $10 notes, but in the usual promise on the face, "Redeemâ€" able in lawful money," the enâ€" graver deliberately omitted the first "I" from "lawful"! The $100 notes of the Ramirez brothers of Mexico were only fair technically, and probably wouldn‘t have passed any sober bank cashier. They were inâ€" tended only for use by bootlegâ€" gers, to pay off suppliers beyond ehe threeâ€"mile limit â€" and on a pitching boat on a moonless night they always passed. Later, when they were found to be fake, how could the â€" supplier complain, and to whom? , But.in time some of the wiser ones hired bank tellers for a weekâ€"end‘s work at sea, checkâ€" ing the payâ€"off money. Edward Windeyer, exâ€"fisherâ€" "â€"' guWul~> ""’.‘,V:‘," "‘.." L + “ ”. f 5 u\’m«l was on th‘.": to Galicia, Brittany, and Cornâ€" wall, the places where tin ‘was foundâ€"the tin which â€"was alloyâ€" ed with copper to. make bronze} but the voyages were so long ‘that they‘ led to the idea‘ that Lisbon (Ulyssipona) ‘had ‘origi+ mally been founded by. wise Ulysses, and for that reason an old Spanish writer could say t.%: the Portuguese, whatever e they were, were never stupid. We may wonder . now : what geographical reasons: could â€" agâ€" count for the formation ofia sepâ€" arate state in the west:of the Peninsula . . . That polygonal mass, shaped roughly (like a pentagon â€" so clearly separated from the rest of Europe by the Pyrenees and so narrowly cut off from Africa by the Straits of Gibraltar â€" seems geologically formed for unity .«. . back of the Mediterrangan out Fortagome wran uhugh nellle ese coas h the later Portuguese in pucsuit Considered more closely, the “‘ judgment is shown to be superâ€" ou‘and. F"ht ficial. Even a tidyâ€"minded civii|Over Fortune servant like Philip II found it unworkable; ‘and when it came to practical administration the Romans were right: Hi?mia was not one province, but sevâ€" eral. Only worldly adventurers or unworldly theologians could hope to govern the coastal reâ€" gions â€" whether level plains or tumbled mountains â€" from the fortress of the central plateau. The population of fishermen and sailors were too unlike the miâ€" gratory shepherds up above . . The Peninsula is slightly tiltâ€" ed toward the west; there is no more room; the slopes are more gradual than they are in the Basque or Catalan country . . . man, exâ€"mechanic, ex â€" watchâ€" maker living in a suburb of Sydâ€" ney, Australia, made this doâ€"itâ€" yourself confession recently: "I thought I would have a go at making some £10 notes. I went to the library and to the bookâ€" shop and read about printing and engraving for six months, then I bought some ammonium bichromate, gum arabic, pumice powder, some nitric acid, and other things. I also got some sheet zinc and tubes of water colours and some typing paper, photographic film . . ." and so To avoid having to carry the notes about until he really needâ€" ed them, he mailed himself letâ€" ters in the different cities he visited. After he was‘caught and given seven years‘ hard labour in 1953, the detective inspector on the case said: As a rule, maritime peoples begin by fishing. and exchanging fish; then they take to the coastâ€" ing trade, and exchange fish and salt for other products with other péoples. This is what happened in Portugal. But Porâ€" tugal was in the beginning, and remained to the end of the fifâ€" teenth century, one vast forest, broken here and there by small country towns and villages surâ€" rounded by strips of cultivation. A little clearing here, and you could pasture sheep and goats; another clearing, and yow could grow cereals of some sort, rye, cats, or millet, to be ground in handâ€"mills by women, like the women forever grinding maize in Mexico to make tortillas. â€"From â€" "Portugal", by J. B. Trend. He pasted 350 of his notes at night trotting races and greyâ€" hound meetings, and was dubbed by the newspapers "Mr. One by One" because he was careful nevér to pass, more than. three or four in a day. "This man‘s work, developed in a few months from an almost complete lack of photography knowledge, shows what can be done if one has the determinaâ€" tion." â€" Dates and Prunes Are Sureâ€"Fire Dessert Hits One and oneâ€"half cups cooked Callfornia Vineyard Ple (1 Pâ€"inch pte) If you are rich and want to cause trouble when you go don‘t bother to make a will! Not long ago Miss Fannie Mofâ€" fitt died in Altamont, Tennessee, U.S.A., leaving a fortune of over a million dollars. Ignoring her lawyer‘s advice, she would not make a will. "Let ‘em fight for it!" she said cynically, and at once sixtyâ€"two distant relations made lawyers prosperous by laying claim to her money. But their trouble was nothing compared with the chaos resultâ€" ing when Mrs. Henrietta Garrett, widow of a Philadelphia snuff manufacturer, died in 1931 withâ€" out leaving a will for property involving an estate valued at over twelve millions. As she had neither brothers, sisters nor children, and her husband‘s relaâ€" tives were ruled ineligible by the courts, everyone with the remotest chance of getting a share went to law. Within a few weeks 26,000 people in fortyâ€"six states in America and twentyâ€"nine forâ€" eign countries joined in the scramble for her millions. ‘n some cases they formed syndiâ€" cates to save expense. But eventually about half of them were ruled out. For some inexplicable reason a doctor in the South of France left a prize to be awarded anâ€" nually to the native of Nice, man or woman, with red hair, black eyebrows, straight nose and the smallest wrists and â€" largest hands. That provision was canâ€" celled when a judge said that such a person was "practically impossible". FOR KID$ OF ALlL AGESâ€"Like the electric train for Ch Dad is going to enjoy this new toy rocket launcher just as as ‘[unior. A handâ€"operated magnetic crane lifts the. rock its flatâ€"car cradle and swings it to the tower platfor mitorized tower,.moving on its own track, transports the rogket to the launching platform: where it is lowered . onto a â€" loaded launching pad. As the motorized tower moves.6ut: of the way, the count down begins on the remote control panel, and the seconds tick away . . . 5â€"4â€"3â€"2â€"1â€"FIREl Firing buft@h is pressed and the ‘rocket blasts off. The rocket has aâ€"s@fety polyuu'han’ foum nose cone. Li For the next twentyâ€"three years the rest kept the Philaâ€" delphia courts busy until, in 1954, Judge Klein announced that he would give judgment. Armed with a loaded revolver because he had been "subjected to such abuse by neurotics and unreasonable people motivated by greed," he stated that three people were entitled to share the fortune. Sometimes people leave money so that it cannot be distributed as ‘they direct. About seven years ago Panos Politis, a Greek, died in New York, after appointâ€" ing a committee of six to find each year "four wholly destitute virgins" on his native island of Lefkas, Greece. Each girl was to receive $5,000 but, after investigation, the exâ€" ecutors stated that it would cause "bitter local dissension and contention." The courts therefore decided to award the money to hospitals and poor people on Lefkas. Now and again people make bequests which, apparently #en- erous enough, would be fuisâ€" ances to the people for whom they were intended. In January, %"zflmhhm' Arrange in a pastryâ€"lined pie for Two alert police constabÂ¥Iés in a patrol car in Johannesburg saw _ a â€" suspicious â€" character sneaking from his home soon, afâ€" ter midnight with a heavy. bag over his shoulder. From the man‘s furitive actions they ‘Were convinced that he had commitâ€" ted some horrible crime and was now trying to hush it up. They shadowed him eight miles to a gold mine dump and watched with increasing exciteâ€" ment as they saw him ? a hole, bury the bag and then tarefully obliterate his tracks. As he stepped up to his car the constables poked revolvers under his nose and forced him. to return to the scene of his crime. There they made him dig up the bag despite his violent protests. With handcuffs ready and the revolver trained on the man, who was almost in tears, the constables made him open the bag â€" and found the body of an old dog. "He was killed by a car this afternoon," the man explained, "and I had to get him away withâ€" out the children konwing about it. They loved the old dog and I was simply going to say that he had run away." The redâ€"faced constables hurried off. The Dodger rookie, brought up in a hurry to alleviate a pitthâ€" ing shortage, pulled into town at thrge in the morning. Since his orders were to report imâ€" mediately to the manager, he asked the night clerk for Uncie Robbie‘s rom and, went up and knocked on the managet‘s door. After a long interval, Robbie opened the door. His hair was tousled, his eyes halfâ€"closed. "Who are you?" he yawned. | "I‘m the new ball player from Minneapolis." t "Look, son," he said, "I want you to report to every player on the floor. Then come back and tell me what they said :to you." s * 5 1955, one rich American left his nephew two islands off the coast of Portugal. The young man was naturally delighted with his good fortune â€" until he learned that as a condition of his inheritance, he would have to give up his promising career as an actor and live on his islands. He refused to accept his uncle‘s bequ@st. grees F.). Robbie gasped. But he kept control. What an oaf, he thought, but I might as well havesome fun with him. f "Well," Robbie said, "what did they say to you?" f "Nothing," the rookie repli,d. "What do you mean?‘ snapped Robbie. _ The kid left. A haltâ€"hour later, he was back. * "Mr. Robinson," the rookie gulped, "nobody is in yet!" > CURFEW SHALL NOT TOLL Redâ€"faced Cop