Bellefonte, Pa., May 24, 1912.
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WHO WAS TO BLAME?
[Lines on the loss of the sicamship Titanic with |
sixteen hundred souls on board.)
. heveled locks, they returned to
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Who was to blame? !
Pray. do not charge this monstrous tragedy to |
God. |
He made the icebergs? Well what then?
He also made the human mind;
And He hath taught our over curious ken
How best the ways of safety we may find,
And how to shun the paths by danger trod—
God will not take the blame!
Who was to blame?
His head the captain cannot raise
To answer us or shield his name
From censure or from praise.
Beneath two miles of ocean depth he sleeps
With that grave throng for whom the whole
world weeps.
Great names adorned that good bark’s list;
Great deeds relieve that sickening mist;
Great men were there; whencame the time
That human nature shows its best or worst,
They measured up to all that greatness durst
Expect of them—in death all were sublime.
Who was to blame?
In part the spirit of this prideful age—
Our blind, insatiate lust of luxury;
Our false disdain of all simplicity;
Our wild and senseless rage for speed;
Our maddening haste
That will not pause to reckon up the waste;
Nor least of all—our gluttonous greed!
Where were the lifeboats? Answer ye
Who cannot forfeit for asingle hour
The warm and genial hospitality
Of palace life. What though the treacherous sea
Stands ready to reveal its ruthless power—
The Public was to blame!
So ancient Rome went down—
And other empires of renown!
And so, God grant we may not do,
And will not if our sodden ears will hear
The message these calamities make clear:
We must return again to simpler ways—
And be content ofttimes to sactifice
Our self-indulgent pleasures and our ease,
Or earth will lose what heaven has learned to
prize;
And we shall surely fall on darker days—
Yea, darker days than these!
—Fred Clare Baldwin, D. D.
East Orange, N- J.
THE WAYS OF ALICE.
“I'm distressed half to death about
her,” sighed Mrs. Clinton. She
glanced out of the window at her
daughter, who was seated on the front
porch deeply engrossed in a book. “1
never was interested in books to the
exclusion of everything else, and I
can't see why my daughter should be.
And for a girl not to care anything
about her trousseau is positively ab-
normal.”
Mrs. Clinton's pretty face quivered
with mental agony. “Alice doesn't
care a bit whether she has any clothes
or not,” she declared, bitterly. “When
I told her that she simply must decide
on her wedding gown she just looked
| take your measurements.
up at me with a dreamy, far-away ex-
pression and said: ‘Why must | have |
a wedding gown? Why can't Frederick |
and I just go down to the chapel some
day when we get ready and be mar-
ried without any fuss?
“Did you ever hear of anything so
preposterous? Why, I was simply out |
of my mind for weeks before I was
mayried. | thought of nothing but my
clothes. [I struggled with them all day
and dreamed of them all night, and
that's the normal, natural way for a
girl to feel.”
Mrs. Henderson, aunt of the repre-
hensible Alice, laughed. “Why don't
you let Alice do as she pleases?” she
inquired.
Mrs. Clinton frowned. “Now, | sup-
pose you're going to take her part,”
she said. “But it isn’t a particle of
use. She's the only daughter I have,
80 this is the only wed2ing 1 shall
ever have in my own family, and |
am determined to get some fun out of
it. You won't believe me,” harking
back to her grievance, “but the other
day when I asked her if she'd like to
have you go with us to select her wed-
ding gown she looked more interested
than I'd seen her for weeks. ‘That
would be lovely,’ she said. ‘But do
you think there's any necessity for my
going? Why don't you and Aunt
Florence go by yourselves? 1 could
have spanked her.”
A few days later, as they left the
stationer’s shop, after ordering the in-
vitations and announcements, with
Alice presumably somewhere in their
rear, Mrs. Clinton said in a tone of
satisfaction to Mrs. Henderson: “Now |
we can devote the rest of the morning
to the wedding gown.
“Show us some of your bridal satin,
please,” she said to the clerk a few
| 2 mule, there's your live stock.
! think 1 am entitled to a pass.”—San |
| “rancigsco Call,
large Scotchman stood in it a moment
minutes later. “That's an exquisite
piece,” she continued, as he held up i takes pains to point out that anutom-
the soft, shimmering fabric which fell | c.} research upon mummies shows
| the prevalence of arterio-scierosts in
the pyramid days.
{often is superinduced by diseases
sonable. 1 doubt if you could do any ! which probably were as widespread
| then as now.
in graceful folds over his arm.
“It is beautiful, isn't it?” said Mrs.
Henderson. “And it certainly is rea-
better.”
“It is pretty,” said Mrs. Clinton re-
flectively, “but, of course, I'm not!
going to take the first thing I see.”
The clerk displayed bolt after boit
of material and was rewarded at the . J. Hill, who has such important com-
end of his labors by hearing Mrs. | mercial relations in China, sends Ore-
Clinton eay: “Thank you very much. | gon and Washington apples for his
Now we'll go and look at some of the |
lighter materials.
“l haven't quite decided what the
bridesmaids ought to wear,” she re-
marked a short time after, as she and
her sister examined piles of soft, deli-
cate chiffons and fairylike silk mus-
Uns. “If they wear chiffon, I don’t
want Alice to, of course, and I think
champagne chiffon or veiling over
messaline would be lovely for the
maids, but I intend to decide positively
before anything is said to them.
“Now, we'll go to Blank’'s and look,”
she said complacently, when they had
examined every possible material in
the first shop. “I'm going to see
everything before 1 decide.”
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Some time later, after they had vis- '
ited every possible depository of wed- |
ding gown material and had examined |
so many things that they could hardly |
have distinguished brocade from '
cheesecloth, with tired faces and dis |
the |
first shop and bought the piece of satin
which they had first looked at. When |
it had been cut off Mrs. Clinton heaved
: a sigh of relief.
“Now,” she said, “Alice, you must
go right up to madame’s and let her
There's no
time to be wasted, for dressmakers'
are so provokingly slow.”
She paused a moment, but, receiv-
ing no response, she inquired: “Don't
you think it's lovely, child?" i
There was still no answer. Turn- |
ing, she found that she had been ad- |
dressing the empty air. There was |
no Alice anywhere near. She looked
at Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Hender- |
son looked at her. Then the two!
gasped in unison. Alice was distinctly |
not present.
|
Feverishly they retraced their steps
as nearly as possible to every shop |
end every counter in every shop which |
they had visited. Neither of them
could remember when they had last
seen the prospective bride.
Finally, as a last resort, they re
turned to the bookseller's shop where |
they had ordered the announcements. |
There, tucked up in a corner, so deep- |
ly engrossed in her book that she was |
unaware of their presence until they |
had stood, speechless, in front of her |
for several seconds, sat the unregen- |
erate Alice. She greeted them wita |
the sweetest of smiles,
“Did you get the dress? she vet
“l knew you didn't really need -- + -
when 1 found you ‘vere at |
waited," i
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“Losing the Drop.” i
“When a man whips out a gun and
gets ‘the drop’ on you, there's noth: |
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ing else to do but throw up your |
hands and let him have whatever he |
wants.” i
“That's where you fool yourself,” |
said the man from the southwest. “If |
a man has the nerve he can face a |
gun and get away with it—sometimes. |
I remember seeing in a border saloon
an Englishman pull a gun on a Mex- |
ican whom he had caught cheating in |
u game of cards. |
“‘You give me back the money |
you've won from me or I'l! blow your |
head off!’
“‘You will?’ said the Mexican, look- !
ing calmly into the muzzle of the |
Englishman's revolver. ‘Well, you
won't do it just now; that gun's not |
loaded.’ {
*“ ‘What's that?" exclaimed the Eng-
liechman, turning the revolver toward !
himself to look into the chambers.
And on the instant the Mexican drew |
a knife and planted it to the hilt in|
the Englfhman’s stomach.” |
Qualified for Free Trip. i
“I want a pass,” said a forlorn-look- |
ing individual as he entered the office
of J. J. Geary, general passenger agent |
of the Northwestern Pacific.
“Pass?” queried Geary. “You're not i
entitled to a pass. You are not an
employe. Sorry.”
“No,” answered the individual, “but
here the anti-pass law says free trans- |
portation can be granted to ‘neces |
sary caretakers of live stock, poultry
and fruit’ Well, I'm going on this
trip with an aunt that’s a hen, there's |
your poultry; a girl that's a peach, |
there's your fruit, and a nephew that’s |
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An Old-Fashioned Disease.
Every little while there comes along
some person of authority to jolt a lit-
tle of the pride out of the human race.
Just when everybody is feeling un-
usually jubilant over the advance of
civilization, the spread of education
or the growth of a new disease due
to modern conditions, the wise man
bobs up and tells us we're behind the
times, that, in the words of the old
song, “that story had paresis in the
days of old Ramesses.”
Now the wise man has stood up in
his place to tell us that we're not so
fast a people after all, that the dis-
ease of the heart of which we've been
ro fond, fancying it came from our
strenuousness, is literally as old as
the pyramids, that the Egyptians suf-
fered its pains in their time.
It is a Chicago heart specialist who
thus knocks into a cocked hat our pet
theories regarding degeneration of the
arteries, which we've been proud to
believe peculiar to modern high
speed conditions. Now this man
He adds that 1t
Gift and Advertisement.
In the custom of the orient, James
holiday gifts to Chinese friends.
The Kind.
“I'm afraid the royalists of Portugal
will have hard work to land the young
king back on the throne.”
“Hard work? It will be regular Man-.
uel labor.”
The Usual Result.
“Just because the De Faques found.
their butler celebrating the anniver-
sary of his wedding, they discharged
tim"
“1 suppose they thought since he
was loaded, the proper thing tn do
“aR to fire him.”
tel
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COUSIN MACK.
Mrs. Gregg, who cultivated a breezy,
off-hand manner, had talked, from the
day of her arrival at her sister's home,
; of the necessity of her calling upon
her husband's cousin, Collie Mack.
So she, with a party of four or five
ol her relatives in various degrees,
turned the headlights of their auto-
mobile toward the exclusive village,
or suburb, in which she felt convinced
she would find Collie Mack.
She was still in the seventh heaven
of self-righteousness when she was
rudely recalled by the mundane curi-
osity of the driver, who requested the
street and number of her cousin.
“Oh,” she replied, airily, “it's with
some doctor, on Oak avenue, about
two blocks from tke car line.” Then
she settled back to her fancies once
more.
The driver scowled and turned the
car around. He drove slowly up ana
down Oak avenue, scanning the houses
| on both sides of the street within a
radius of two blocks of every car track,
but to no effect. Finally he gave it up
-
“Well, it ain't here,” he remarked
witheringly.
“Why, perhaps it isn’t,” geniaily re.
sponded Mrs. Gregg. “I forgot that i:
must have been fifteen or twenty
Years ago that he lived here. On.
and besides, it was his sister who
lived with the doctor, and she was a
trained nurse, so it might have been
that she just had a case there. | don't
suppose Collie Mack lived there at a!
Ww. jie, hat nny
She thought & foment. “Haveni
you people some idea of where to
she asked. glancing about ex-
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“We fight look in the city direc
told” volunteered her sister.
the whole party got out at the
hearest drug store and pored over the
list of Macks.
' He alights at the foof of every hill and
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COAXING THE MULES.
Methods of Stage Drivers In the Moun-
tains of Mexico.
The drivers who pilot the stagecoach.
es through the mountains in Mexico
have u way of their own of coaxing
their mules along the rough roads
The method is described by Wallace
Gillpatrick in his book. "The Man Who
Likes Mexico:"
“If you have never ridden on a Mex-
jean coach you have still a new sen-
sation in store. The Chapala coach
has a cushion on top, and if you are
fortunate in sharing this seat you may
ride muy a gusto, seeing the country
and the manner of manipulating an
eight mule team at the same time.
“There are two about the size of rab-
bits in the lead, a string of four in the
middle and two larger ones on the
wheel. The driver has a whip with a
lash long enough to reach the leaders.
His assistant has another shorter one.
but his chief persuaders are rocks. '
“The assistant earns 50 cents a day
and free insurance against dyspepsia.
fills his sombrero with rocks on the
way-up. He then shies several bowl-
ders big enough to dislocate a hip at |
the leaders. and when the whole team
is in a gallop he swings himself on to
the box in some miraculous way. |
think be stands on the hub. He could
never do it if be wore shoes.”
TRAINED TURTLES.
—
Tricks These Clumsy Creatures May
Be Taught to Perform.
Of all living creatures, says a writer
"in the Strand Magazine. the turtle is
' undoubtedly the slowest in its move-
“There's no Collie Mack here, that's '
| sure,” asserted a mutineer.
“Oh, but that's just a nickname,” ex-
plained Mrs. Gregg.
know just what his name is. It be-
gins with M or H, or perhaps it was
W. I can’t remember.”
“Oh, what's the use, anyway?" a
nephew exclaimed disgustedly. “You
don’t know him and he doesn’t know
“1 really don't’
you, and what'll you miss if you don't |
see him?"
Mrs. Gregg looked at him reproach. '
fully and said nothing
“Here it 1s,” cried her brother-in-
law, excitedly. “Here's Martin Henry
Worthington Mack!
initials. They probably called him
| Collie because he'd take a whole col-
umn.”
They excitedly viewed the name in
turn. Mrs. Gregg smiled in conscious
superiority. “Yes, of course, that's i.’
she exclaimed. “My mind rarely tails
| to recall names.”
So they climbed back into the car
i and broke the speed regulations get-
| ting to the address for fear Collie
Mack might get away,
At the door Mrs. Gregg took the
lead. She shook hands with the young
girl who opened the door, exclaiming
delightedfy: “Well, well! I'm Mrs.
Gregg, and these are my sisters and
my brother-in-law and my baby and a
Is your father at home?
Without waiting for a reply from the
stunned girl, she made for the stairs,
followed by her train of relatives.
“lI never dreamed that he was mar-
ried!" she exclaimed to the little wom.
an, who in a dezed way offered them
chairs. “And this big girl is your
daughter! Well, well!” And she smiled
with a friendly warmth which brought
no response from the hostess.
Suddenly the door opened and a
while he viewed his callers.
“I'm so glad to know you!” ex-
claimed Mrs. Gregg as she hastened to
greet him. And before she knew fit
she gave him a warm, cousinly kiss.
“My husband, Dr. Gregg, has spoken
80 much of you that I know you as
well as if I had always known you
personally,” declared Mrs. Gregg.
“Why didn’t you let us know that you
were married? Oh, pardon me; | for- i
got to introduce you.” And she turned
to beam on her own party.
The bost wore a pained and startled
expression, but he bowed gravely, Mrs.
Mack seemed to have been turned to
stone.
“How nice it is to meet relatives!
Do sit down by me here and let us
smiled bewitchingly up at the Scotch-
man. “You know Catherine stayed
with us for some months, and | grew
to think so much of her. It was on
account of her that | was simply wilq
to meet you. Where is she now?”
of amazement. Mrs. Mack’s eyes were SAVOY story of a Kentish farm work- |
fastened upon her husband in horror.
Suddenly Mrs. Gregg’s soaring spir-
its came down to earth. She lookeq 38 2 critical glance. “Haven't had |
searchingly at her new cousin,
Sh
also observed the wife's wordless ac. Was the question. “Wash my 'ands!”
cusations,
That's all the
ment and probably possesses the least
brain. Yet a well known American ,
naturalist has succeeded in training
three of these creatures to do a pum- ,
ber of little tricks. He places them,
one above the other, on spools, and if
a plece of cabbage or other green stuff
is held out in front of them they will
make a complete circuit, all moving in
unison, keeping their balance and not
tumbling off.
The bigger turtle will also ring a
bell. This it grasps in one of its fore-
feet, jerks it off the ground and then
gives it a shake, It is quite amusing
to watch the slow, deliberate manner ,
in which this is done. The turtles
have always lived in their owner's
heuse, spending their time in the kitch. |
en hunting down the vermin,
One of the turtles draws a little cart
about the garden, a task which he ap-
parently does not resent in the least.
Of course he is never kept harnessed
for any length of time. He is quite
tame, follows the children about the
garden and will even eat from their
fingers.
When a Child Has a Convulsion.
When a child is suddenly seized with
a convulsion proceed as follows: First.
Loosen the clothing, but take off only
the shoes 2nd stockings. Second.—
Place the child upon a bed or table,
with his legs hanging over the edge
from the knees down. Third.—Put his
feet and lower legs in a pail of hot wa-
ter to which bas been added one table
spoonful of powdered mustard. If you
have no mustard use hot water alone.
Be very careful it is not hot enongh to
burn. Fourth.—Put an ice cap to the
head. Lacking an ice cap, use plenty
of cracked ice done up in a towel
Fifth.—Give an enema of warm soap-
suds. Repeat it if it is not retained.
Sixth.—As soon as the child is able to
swallow give a large dose of castor oil |
~Dr, R. H. Dennett in Woman's Home
Companion.
Polls and Barbers’ Poles, |
The barber is the only professional |
man whose emblem is a pole. The em- |
blem is a pun. A poll is a head. The |
verb “poll” means to lop off a head. |
The earliest barbers were removers of |
A FRIEND OF THE FAMILY.
it Was Highly Prized as a Wonderful
Money Saver.
When Miss Ann Pickett dropped in
on her neighbor, Mrs. Spicer, and
found her moping over the fragments
of a gilt vase Miss Ann sympathized
generously, “It must have bezn rath-
er a costly vase,” she said, looking ad-
miringly at the pieces.
“No, it only cost six bits,” Mrs. Spl
cer acknowledged. *‘'Tain’t that 1
feel so bad about.”
“Maybe it was a gift that you prized
because of associations?”
Mrs. Spicer shook her bead. “Jim
and I bought it over in Tompkinsville
a long time ago. I prized it because
it was such a saving to the family.
The first year we had it I kept it on
the front shelf for n general ornament.
Then when Jim's birthday came and 1
hadn't anything else handy to give I
gave him the vase for his own. Next
Christmas, instead of paying out good
money to buy something new. he gave
. it back to me for a Christmas present.
Then I gave it to Jim junior on his
birthday, and he gave it tc Sue Belle
on hers,
“The hext spring all the kinfolks got
up a birthday party for old Aunt Sal-
lie Spicer, and we took her the vase.
After she'd kep' it a good bit she gave
it to Jim's sister Jane for a weddin’
| present, and afterward Jane gave It
to me and Jim when we had our china
weddin’. 1 was countin’ on givin' it
to Jim again on his next birthday. and
, Dow here it is smashed to flinders,
“I tell you, Miss Ann, it most makes
me cry to think of losing such a useful
family article—so near Jim's birthday
too!"—Youth's Companion.
WORK OF EARTHWORMS.
These Humble Burrowers Are Great
! Aids to the Farmer.
1
The humble earthworm is one of
man's best friends. The farmer and
the gardener could not spare him. Dr
. J. Newton Friend tells about him ip
! Science Progress. From Dr. Friend's
' observations it appears that worms
aerate the soil in a variety of ways.
In burrowing through the soil the
worms render it more porous and per-
meable to gases, not merely by virtue
of the air spaces formed, but by rea-
son of the fact that the soil is thus
continually kept in gentle motion.
Again, the soil passing through the
bodies of worms is excreted in a finer
condition, being ground by attrition
through the intestines. Darwin esti-
mated that no fewer than fifteen tons
' of soil annually pass through the bod-
' {es of worms for every acre.
Further, worms breathe in oxygen
. and exhale carbon dioxide, and the lat-
| ter gas, as is well known, readily dis- |
solves in water, forming an acid solu-
tion which will render alkaline earths
and metallic oxides—iron—soluble.
Worms materially aid in producing
soluble salts of iron in the soil when
other agencies—e. g.. dilute mineral
acids—fail, The iron is eventually giv-
en back to the soil in a more soluble
condition and presumably in one which
can be directly absorbed by plant
roots.
An Ivory Mat.
Many people have never even heard
of such a thing, and it is not to be
. wondered at, for these mats are ex-
ceedingly rare, and it is said by those
who know that only three of these
' beautiful curiosities exist in the whole . J i
| world. The one we now write about is | Made more rapid gains, attained a higher
{ hill state in the north of India, has an | in the barn. They
almost Greek design for its border. It
was only used on state occasions, when
the rajah sat on it to sign important
documents. The original cost of the
mat is fabulous, for 6,400 pounds of
ivory were used in its manufacture.
The finest strips of ivory must have
‘beards. “Barba” is Latin for beard. | been taken off the tusks, as the mat is
The French called a man who shears |
off beards a barbler. But the barbier |
also removed hair from the apex and |
regions of the head. With |
the modesty characteristic of many
as flexible as a woven stuff and beau-
tifully fine.—London Grap!
Coaling the Sun.
Coaling the sun is an expression used
| professional men he magnified his | by physicists to indicate the necessity
| function and adopted for his emblem
a device which taken in its fullest sig-
nificance would indicate that he re-
moved the entire head. Because “poll’
of renewing the stock of motive power,
exactly analogous to coaling a vessel
for an ocean journey. Many maintain
that this is done by the incessant show-
| is pronounced the same as “pole” he ers of meteorites which rain in upon it
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New York Sun. {
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His Hand Bath.
forcibly, if not convincingly, |
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the custom of taking a bath,
| conceived that a pole would be the ap- | from celestial space. Thus it is that
talk over old times!” Mrs. Gregg propriate emblem of his profession.— | the sun’s energy is continually kept up
and its fires are fed. Atom after atom
in the continuous collisions of matter
is changed Into vapor and adds its
quota of energy to the great central
storehouse—in fact, ‘coals the sun.”—
| still happily prevalent in certain quar- | Exchange.
The face of the Scotchman was uy | ter an English writer relates the
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er whose horny hand he grasped.
“Good Kent dirt,” said the man, catch- |
time to wash your hands before tea?”
exclaimed the man, then explanatorily: |
“Why—why—" she began. “Isnt “I Dever washes my ‘ands. When they |
Catherine your sister? Don't you re. gets ‘ard I files 'em.”
member Dr. Gregg? I—I think we've
made some mistake.” Then she looked
now.”
She arose and led a dignified re-
treat Mrs. Mack leaned over the rail.
ing and gazed down suspiciously as
her husband opened the door for the
visitors.
—*Doctor, I suffer dreadfully from
| rheumatism in my knee.”
“Well, there's some satisfaction in
that.”
“Yes; it shows, you know, that it's a
real case of
I —
—At last a circus is billed for Belle-
fonte and the small boy is corresponding-
ly happy.
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Fatal Admission. i
reproachfully at her brother-in-law. | Merchant—What other qualifications
“I'm sorry to have troubled you,” she have you for the place? Applicant—
added, “and 1 believe we'd better go | Well, my friends tell me I have a con-
tented disposition and— Merchant—
You won't do. We want a man with a :
discontented disposition, one that will
hustle.—Philadelphia Press.
Encouraging.
Amusiag i= n favorite threat of the |
famous Dr. Keate, who used to say:
“Remember, boys, you are to be pure
in heart or I'll flog you till you are.” —
London Answers.
Musical Name, i
Mrs. Towne—So Hiram Sharp's girl |
Effie has become a music teacher? |
Hepsibah—Yes: we call her Eff Sharp.
—Boston Transcript.
Not All.
“Thomas,” said the mother severely,
“gome one has taken a big piece of '
gingerbread out of the pantry.”
Tommy blushed guiltily.
“Oh, Thomas,” she exclaimed, “I
didn’t think it was in you.”
“It ain't all,” replied Tommy. “Part
of it's in Elsie."—National Monthly,
Class Distinction.
“Did ye see as Jim got ten years’
penal for stealing that oss?”
“Serve im right too. Why didn't
‘e buy the ’oss and not pay for im like
any other gentleman.” —T.ondon Sketch.
The Best Way.
Choose always the way that seems
the best, however rough it may be.
Custom will soon render it easy and
agreeable.—Pythagoras.
The Mental Railroad.
Patient—1 cannot concentrate, doc
tor. My train of thought keeps jump-
ing the track. Doctor—Ah. a nervous
wreck !—Puck. .
The absent are like children—helpless
to defend themselves.—Reade.
FARM NOTES.
—The Rhode Island Experiment Station
says that marl is one of the very best
forms of carbonate of lime to use.
—If the lawn is weedy and the grass
does not seem to make a growth,
apply nitrate of soda at the rate of 150
to 200 pounds per acre. Scatter broad-
cast just before a rain or before water-
ing.
_—Save all the good heifer calves as
they come on, and keep them growing
from start to finish. They will soon grow
to be producing animals and young cows
with their first calves at their sides are
in strong demand everywhere.
—For falling mane on the horse, wash
with castile soap suds once in two weeks,
and every third day use a little of a mix.
, ture of glycerine, 1 cunce, and alcohol, 6
ounces, on the skin. This will not re.
store the lost hair, but will prevent the
remainder from falling out.
—Sheep are economical producers.
They can make a pound of mutton from
less grain than can ahog or a steer make
pork or beef. It has been estimated that
a lamb can make 100 pounds of gain on
100 to 150 pounds less feed than can a
pig. On the average, cattle require 800
pounds of grain, hogs 300 pounds and
sheep 250 pounds.
—An important consideration in de-
termining the feeding value of corn silage,
compared with that of corn stover, fod-
der-corn or bundle-corn, is that in en-
silage the whole of the plant, including
the stems, is converted intosucculent and
nourishing food. When in any of the
Sher forius the stems are rejected and
are of value only as they dually add
' to the humus of the soil. jk y
i —Charcoal is not a food for fowls. It
is simply an absorber of impure gases
that might generate in the crop or .
zard of the bird. Charcoal is a purifier,
not a food, and many make the mistake
of ging charcoal to the birds with their
food. Have it pounded rather fine, about
the size of peas, and keep it in a clean
box near the feed trough, and when the
fowls feel the need of it they will con-
sume all that is necessary for their use.
—Rich potash deposits, said to contain
more than enough of this substance to
supply the needs of the United States,
have been located in the west by scientists
of the Department of Agriculture, at
Washington, according to Secretary Wil.
son. This discovery, the Secretary de-
clares, will mean a saving of $12,000,000
a year to this country, as heretofore
farmers of the United States have been
' spending about that sum annually in
' buying potash from Germany,
—The best method for keeping milk is
| to keep it from the air, as many bacteria
get into milk from the air. The bacteria
in warm milk are in the ideal medium
for growth and reproduction. A variety
of bacteria reproduce by division, and a
generation of bacteria may grow in 20
minutes. As thousands of bacteria can
play hide-and-seek through a needles
eye, one can appreciate the number con-
tained in a drop of milk. They cannot
grow and multiply if the milk is kept
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—Men who persist in raising scrub
horses and using low grade sires of any
breed are very foolish. Plug horses and
those which fit nowhere may sell low in
the future, but horses that have a trade
will sell high. Any sound saddle horse or
any light harness horse or big draft
horse or coach horse, any good chunk, any
stylish Southern horse, any express horse,
and,we might say, any cavalry horse, will
sell well, while the unclassified horse will
grade at the tail end and sell for the
: plug that he is.
—The results of seven years of experi-
| mental work by the Pennsylvania Agri-
cultural Experiment Station indicate that
an open shed, boarded up closely on three
; sides and kept well at all times,
is more efficient for fattening steers than
. the basement of a barn. During the win-
ter of 1909-10 cattle fed in an open shed
finish, sold for 15 cents per 100 more and
: returned 11.6 cents more for each bushel
of corn consumed than similar steers fed
| —In some sections of the country, at
one time, the farmers allowed the ma.
nure to pile up for a few years, and then
barns. They would have acted
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cess and failure—or between small or
large profits.