A STRIKE EVERYONE APPROVES.
The Town Clock Is Back on the Job
Once More.
After having been tongue-tied for almost a week, the town clock is striking again. During the twenty-two years it had been pulling and hauling a three-eighth iron rod, looped at the end to be flexible, had worn through. Town Clock Man Harry R. Carswell was ordered up into the belfry of the Fidelity building, where the clock is, and he found the wire rod worn through. There are two towers on the Fidelity. The clock is in one, as everybody knows, but everybody does not know that the bell is away off to the south in the other. From the clock tower there runs to the bell tower this wire rod. When the clock decides it is time to strike it gives a tug at the 100-foot line and the tongue of the one-ton bell in the south tower is slammed against the side. That is how the big clock strikes. The bell does not swing, the tongue does.
