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Saturday, June 7, 2008
Start Time:  10K Run/5K Run/Walk 8:30 a.m.; Start and Finish in front of Tyrone Area High School
Other Events: FREE-18 & under “Run for the Gold” Miler,
Kids .25 Mile Run (400 meters),  & Kids Lollipop Run
Youth and Kids Events Start Time: 10:00 a.m. are run at the Tyrone Area High School Track (located behind the school)

10K/5K Entry Fee: $15 received by June 5th /$19 on race day; race day registration begins at 7:30am; please make checks payable to Tyrone Track Boosters; Tyrone school students can run for Free, but still need to register, however, you won’t receive a t-shirt.
Awards to top male & female in each age group and overall winners of 10K & 5K runs; medals to all “Run for the Gold” participants; All awards given at track after kids events.
10K & 5K & “Run for the Gold” runs are timed events; mile splits given; water stops; refreshments following runs;
T-Shirts guaranteed to each pre-registered participant of 10K & 5K runs
All proceeds benefit the Tyrone Track and Cross Country Boosters
If you have any questions, please email ingle811@aol.com or call 632-7916 and let a message.

By BOB MILLER
Daily Herald Sports Editor
Juniata VFW came to Bellwood with some startling early season statistics. The VFW offense had outscored their first three opponents 30-1 and the Juniata pitchers had allowed just two hits in their first three ballgames. Defending champion Martin Oil was facing this juggernaut in their season opener in the George B. Kelley Federation.
Although they outhit and outscored Juniata VFW’s first three foes, it wasn’t nearly enough in an 11-4 triumph for the Juniata VFW club.
Martin Oil was their own worst enemy, committing five errors and walking 10 batters and hitting another.
After Juniata VFW opened the contest with three runs in the top of the first, two of them unearned, Martin Oil narrowed the score to 3-1 on an unearned run of their own.
Jake Manning reached on an error, then stole second base. Nate Gray drew the first of two walks for the Martin Oil shortstop. Justin Manning reached on a fielder’s choice that erased his brother. Juniata starting pitcher Josh Adams then walked Cameron Irwin, and Trey Mock to force in Gray with a run.
Martin Oil closed the gap to 3-2 with a single tally in the third inning. Gray walked and was replaced by Justin Manning, who hit into three fielder’s choices in the game. Manning put himself in scoring position by stealing second and third base and scored on Martin Oil’s first hit of the season, a soft liner to center by Ian Pankoke.
Juniata VFW got those runs back and more in the top of the fourth, when Rick McPhee bombed a three-run home run, a dozen feet up into the evergreen trees beyond the right field fence. With the help of Martin Oil walks and errors, Juniata VFW kept scoring, putting up a single run in the fifth and two each in the sixth and seventh to prevent a Martin Oil comeback.
Martin Oil got two runs in the fifth. Justin Manning walked, and went to second on a wild pitch by Ryan Beasom, who picked up the win in relief. Cam Irwin singled to score Manning and took second and Trey Mock walked for the third straight time. With one down, Chad Coho scored Irwin with a sacrifice fly to left.
Mock took the loss for Martin Oil, surrendering six runs, four earned in four innings, on three hits, with three strikeouts and four walks. Newcomer Nate Plummer, a 16-year old, finished up for Martin Oil on the mound. Plummer gave up five runs in three innings with one K and six walks. Irwin had two singles for Martin Oil, who used a total of 18 players in the game.
“Trey Mock pitched a pretty good game to begin the season,” said Martin Oil manager Ed Davis. “But, we can’t expect to win very many games walking 10 and having five errors. Trey actually threw only one bad pitch, the home run ball, and was a victim of a couple errors in the first inning. We ended up with just one less hit than Juniata VFW had, but need to put more hits together, score runs, and do a better job on defense keeping our opponents off the bases.”
Juniata VFW 11  Martin Oil 4
Juniata VFW – Weyandt, 2b, 2-1-1; McPhee, cf, 3-3-1; Lytle, rf-3b, 4-2-0; Walters, c, 3-0-1; Reilly, cr, 0-1-0; Smithmyer, ss, 4-1-1; Adams, p-rf, 3-1-2; Kawtoski, cr, 0-0-0; Beasom, 1b-p, 1-0-0; Black, lf, 3-1-1; Moschella, 3b-1b, 2-1-0; Elliot, p, 0-0-0; Colombo, cr, 0-0-0. TOTALS 25-11-7.
Martin Oil – Ja. Manning, c, 4-0-1; Davis, cr, 0-0-0; Gray, ss, 0-1-0; Plummer, p, 2-0-1; J. Coho, cr, 0-0-0; Ju. Manning, 2b, 3-2-0; Albright, lf, 0-0-0; Irwin, dh, 3-1-2; Mock, p-ss, 1-0-0; Wolfe, cr, 0-0-0; Pankoke, cf, 3-0-1; Doyle, ph, 1-0-0; C. Coho, 3b, 3-0-1; Gorby, pr, 0-0-0; Miller, 1b-rf, 3-0-1; Beech, ph, 1-0-0; Kovac, rf, 3-0-0, DeGennaro, 1b, 0-0-0. TOTALS 26-4-6.
Juniata VFW 300 312 2   11-7-2.
Martin Oil     101 020 0    4-6-5.
E: Lytle, Smithmyer, Gray 2, Ja. Manning, Plummer, Albright.
2B:  Adams 2.
HR: McPhee.
RBI: McPhee 3, Black 2, Walters, Adams, Irwin, Pankoke, C. Coho.
SO: Beasom 4, Elliot 2, Mock 3, Plummer 1.
BB: Adams 3, Beasom 4, Mock 4, Plummer 6.
WP: Beasom   LP: Mock   Save:Elliot

Mrs. Mildred C. Wertman, age 94, of 2334 Ridge Road, Tyrone, died Friday, May 30, 2008 at 10:22 p.m. at the Tyrone Hospital. She was born February 1, 1914 in Royer, the daughter of Levi B. and Minnie B. Fisher Cunningham and on February 12, 1937 at St. Patrick’s Church, Newry she was married to L. Eugene Wertman who preceded her in death August 3, 1976. She is survived by three children – Carolyn (Matthew) Cushion, Ridge Road, Tyrone; Margaret (Sidney) Irvin, Eden Hill Road, Tyrone; and George (Marjorie) Wertman, Ridge Road, Tyrone and six grandchildren – Bill Brady, Susan Cannastraci, Jennifer Cushion, Richard Irvin, Stacie Blair and Travis Wertman; four great-grandchildren and one great-great-grandchild. Also surviving are four sisters and two brothers – Marie C. White, Epworth Manor, Earl B. (Helen) Cunningham, Altoona, Virginia C. Moore, Pennington Road, Tyrone, Zoe C. (Thomas) Wescott and Geraldine C. (William) Gorman both of Pinecroft and Clark E. (Phyllis) Cunningham of Spruce Creek. She was predeceased by a brother and a sister, Walter Cunningham and Frances Brown.
She was a member of St. Matthew’s Catholic Church, of the Warriors Mark Homemakers Extension, the Warriors Mark Sewing Club, the Warriors Mark Fire Company Auxiliary and the Tyrone Hospital Auxiliary. She worked on the family farm and was well known as the “cake lady,” having made cakes for years at weddings, showers, graduations, for the Warriors Mark Fire Company and literally for anyone who enjoyed eating good cake. She also enjoyed crocheting and knitting.
Funeral service for Mildred C. Wertman will be held Tuesday, June 3, 2008 at 11 a.m. at the Richard H. Searer Funeral Home Inc. with Reverend Norman E. Huff officiating. Interment will follow in Oak Grove Cemetery. Friends will be received at the funeral home on Monday from 2 to 4 p.m. and 7 to 9 p.m.

Robert F. Kennedy, 84, a resident of Epworth Manor for the past year, and who had resided at the home of his daughter in Tyrone, went home to be with his Lord, Saturday, May 31, 2008 at Epworth Manor.
He was born April 27, 1924 in Altoona a son of Fredrick Alexander and Ruth Catherine (Swab) Kennedy.
He was married September 7, 1943 in Altoona to Wanda Ruth Cramer.
He is survived by his wife and two daughters: Roberta F. Scott of Tyrone and Karen Ruth Miller (William) of Millheim, PA.
Five grandchildren: Jerry Robinson, Jr., Melinda Robinson, Warren R. Miller, Robert W. Miller, Scott W. Miller, and four great grandchildren. He was preceded in death by a brother William G. Kennedy and son-in-law Jerry.
He was a veteran of WWII serving as a Cpl. in the Army.
He was a member of the Masonic Lodge No. 494 and a former member of the Altoona Consistory, Jaffa Shrine and the Tall Cedars of Lebanon.
He was chairman and manager of the concession stand at the Jaffa Mosque for many years. He always enjoyed camping and fishing and time with his grandchildren.
He retired from the Altoona Police Dept. in 1972 after 25 years of service, then worked for the Altoona School District as Transportation Supervisor for 18 years.
Funeral services and Flag Presentation will be held Tuesday, June 3, 2008 at 11 a.m. at the Derman Funeral Home, Inc., Tyrone, with Rev. Peggy J. Bonsell officiating. Interment will be at Rose Hill Cemetery.
Friends will be received at the funeral home on Monday 2-4 p.m. and 7-9 p.m. with a Masonic Service at 6:45 p.m. Monday.
Contributions in his memory may be made to Epworth Manor, 951 Washington Ave., Tyrone, PA 16686.

We old codgers need naps. Heck, when one gets up every morning at five o’clock to welcome the little grandkiddies in for a long day of babysitting, you’d need a nap too. Well, recently, as Walzie was off in a turkey hunting dream, and I’m sure I was off in some exotic land wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bra doing the Hula for some hunky pool boy, we were abruptly awakened by a loud buzzing sound shooting past our bedroom window. I jumped up, threw up the shade, and caught a glimpse of the neighbor boy on his new motorcycle as he disappeared off in a cloud of dust.
“Oh my,” I said to Walzie as he squinted through one eye, “Michael got a motorcycle.”
“Golly, that scares me to death,” he moaned, sounding like the boy’s mother.
Walzie is obviously not a huge motorcycle fan. Several years ago, his brother married a motorcycle mama on a Harley – yes, they got married sitting on their matching Harley Davidson Sportster’s and yes, she was well schooled in the ways of being a biker’s mama – tattoos, leathers, chains, dangling cigarette, the whole shebang. Shortly after the Harley honeymoon complete with Hell’s Angels and all, Don brought her to meet us – on their Harley’s of course.
“Hey, big brother, you wanna ride my bike?” Don asked.
I knew Walzie’s heart was pounding. But not wanting to look wimpy in his brother’s eyes (and the mama’s) he straddled the Harley and stomped on the kick starter. The bike roared with that distinctive Harley rumble. He slipped it in gear, twisted the throttle, the bike leaped onto its back wheel, and Walzie did a wheelie from here to eternity. Okay, eternity might be exaggerating a bit, from here to the red briar patch across the yard.
“Don’t scratch my bike,” the brother shouted.
“Do you want me to show you how to ride that thing?” Mama smugly offered.
“Just get me the #@$$ outta here,” resonated from the briar patch. “I’m not Briar Rabbit, you know!”
Walzie looked like the loser in a cat fight. From that time on he was not a fan of motorcycles.
As for me, yeah, I went through the motorcycle phase, too. My first husband loved his Harley. (Yes, there was a husband number one back when I was young and knew everything, but we won’t go there.) We spent our summers in Port Matilda at the motorcycle scramble races. Looking back, I don’t think it was the bikes so much as the bikers that infatuated me (but we better not go there either). Anyway, my mother always referred to motorcycles as “darned old killer machines”. I’d grin at her and then plop my behind on the back of that Harley and ride off into the sunset with my Peter Fonda. Until the day that Harley slid from under us on a patch of hot tar, and I tumbled a hundred feet down the highway in front of Peters’ Grocery Store while on our way to the Lion’s Inn for a Belly Buster. Believe me, I left a lot of skin on that blacktop and carried painful road rash around for several weeks. (Never did get that Belly Buster, got a butt buster instead.) Since then, I’ve always been a little leery of motorcycles, too.  Guess I didn’t make a very good motorcycle mama. (Whew! Glad I outgrew that phase!)
Just a few summers ago, our son, Jason, sprung it on us that he was buying a crotch rocket. Yes, this is the son with the three little boys and a whole wagonload of responsibilities. Oh yeah, it’s a gas saving thing, he proclaimed. Maybe so, but it scared us to death. A few months later, he showed up at a birthday party with his arm in a sling and road rash all over (you see, Jason wasn’t aware that I knew all about road rash).
“What the #$@% happened to you?” his dad questioned anxiously.
“Nuttin!”
“Come on, Jason,” Walzie said. “Don’t even try to lie out of it. It was that darned old killer machine, wasn’t it?”
I was hearing my mother all over again.
“Well, you should see the stupid dog,” Jason surmised. Shortly after he repaired the bike, we saw the ad in the Bargain Sheet. The crotch rocket was sold. Whew!
So now you see when every time the neighbor busses past our window on his motorcycle, Walzie and I cringe. Michael waves and Walzie shouts, “be careful, Michael, stay clear of dogs, hot tar, and red briars.”