Beran |
Bellefonte, Pa., November 1, 1918.
THE HERO.
It is not the deed but the danger
That tests the hero’s soul;
And the songs of strength are not so rare
As the sign of self-control.
A torch, a cheer and a niche of fame
For the man who met the foe.
But here’s to the man who fail or win
In a stress we did not know.
Some are cheered by a nation’s honor
And some by a steadfast friend;
And some by the light of a woman's love
Till the strain and strife have end.
And after the story is writ and read
The heart of the world is stirred.
But here’s to the man who toiled alone
And whose heart was never heard.
There is joy in a fateful struggle—
If the watchers understand.
There is joy in the lift of another's load
By a loyal heart or hand.
But some things fall to the lot of life,—
And ever it must be so,—
Some no others can understand,
And some no one can know.
In the long, long run we reckon
Each man at his social worth;
With a partial glance at his circumstance
And the stars above his birth.
Put under the breast that stands the test
The heart tides ebb and flow.
Then here's to the one whose duty’s done
In a stress we do not know.
—=Selected.
THE SINGER AT THE WINDOW.
“Hi, there! Caruso!” A little man
down on the second floor stuck his
head out of the window and yelled up
the air shaft.
“Sing us the one about the perfect
day! God knows it ain’t been one,”
he added, “but whadda we care about
that?”
Allan Harding crossed to the win-
dow of the little kitchen where he was
washing the supper dishes. He had
taken off his coat and tied a big apron
around his neck.
“Everybody wants the ‘Perfect
Day?’ ” he called down.
He was on the fifth floor, the very
top one. And as he looked down the
stiflingly hot well of the air shaft he
smiled at the curious perspective of
faces beneath him; the heads that
popped out of each window and twist-
ed grotesquely for that upward look
at him.
There were women and men and lit-
tle children. Sometimes there was a
whole cluster of faces, a family group,
hanging in midair and shone upon by
the light from the rooms he had never
seen.
.. “Oh, please?’ ... “Go
“Yes!” :
on!”
The chorus shrilled and boomed ea-
gerly up the shaft, but still he wait-
ed and listened. Only for an instant,
though, for a low voice came from a
window a few feet from his own, a
window he could not see without lean-
ing out to look—and somehow he had
never done that, keen as the tempta-
tion had been.
It was a girl’s voice, with youth
and sweetness and a lovely vibrant
quality in it, but oh! so tired this hot
summer night.
“Yes,—Caruso!” she laughed.
“Make the end perfect, no matter
what the day has been.”
He had been singing as he worked.
But now he stayed where he was,
near the window, the towel still in
one hand, a half-dried saucer in the
other. And in that wonderful voice
which had gained him, in this hive of
modest little flats, the nickname of
“Caruso,” he began the hackneyed
song which yet has an unfailing pow-
er of appeal.
When you come io the end of a perfect
day.
It was a strange sort of a concert
hall. He could not see, as he sang,
a_ single one of his audience. Before
him there was only a blank brick wall
opposite his window. But he was
conscious of them all. He knew that
the fat woman on the fourth story
front had put a dingy sofa pillow on
her window sill and was sitting on
the floor, cushioning her arms on the
padded sill. He knew that the little
red-headed girl on the third floor was
being held by her lank shirt-sleeved
father as she hung precariously half
way out over the abyss.
Oh, he knew them all by sight, by
that curious down-looking vision of
them from the high window. All ex-
cept the one he cared most to see, the
owner of the young, tired voice so
close beside him. He had never
caught a glimpse of her face; not |
once since he and his mother had!
moved into the house in May. And |
now it was late in June.
He always sang to his mother at
night. Sang while he washed the
supper dishes and she lay—as she
had lain for five years—on the couch
they had brought with them to the
little front sitting room.
. That was the tragedy of both their
livés, the ever-present, unescapable
need of that couch. It had come up-
on them without any warning the
very year they had set out on their
Great Adventure, Allen was only
eighteen then, a boy with a golden
voice. And the Great Adventure had
been the coming to New York with
their little hoard of savings, includ-
ing the small life insurance his fath-
er had left. They were so sure it
was going to be truly a voice of gold.
And then, after a few months of
lessons, Allen came home one day to
find his mother lying on the floor,
looking up at him with piteous eyes,
struggling to frame inarticulate
words. She grew better in time.
Speech came back. And. the right
hand, which at first had lain limp and
powerless, was held out feebly to wel-
come him when he came in. But
strength never returned. She could
not even stand without his strong
young arms around her.
At first the lessons went on as be-
fore. A big-boned, big-hearted Irish
neighbor came breezily in and looked
after his mother while Allan was
away. Outwardly they were as jol-
ly as sand-boys—whatever a sand-
boy is! But back of the smiles which
he and his mother always summoned
for each other there was a desperate
questioning. A questioning they knew
must be answered soon.
“Well, I've got a job!”
Allan gay-
ly announced one day.
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His plucky little mother smiled | He impatiently tore off the apron MORE PORK FOR CENTRE FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. FARM NOTES.
back at him for a fraction of a min- and threw it behind him. : COUNTY.
ute, until the smile wavered, broke,
and changed to tears.
“Qh, my boy!” she breathed. “Why
can’t I die!”
His arms were around her then,
his face pressed to hers, and he look-
ed up at her with eyes so clear, so
shining, so courageous, that a light
came into her own.
“Mother,” he said quietly, “let’s
have this thing out now. You and I
have been pals all my life. Haven't
we?”
“Yes, boy!”
“Are we going to keep on being
pals?”
She hesitated, her eyes probing |
his. When she spoke her voice was |
as even as his.
“God helping me, yes!”
“I thought you wouldnt go back
on me. Now I'll tell you what we are
going to do. I am the proud possess-
or of not only one job, but two. I
am an assistant book-keeper in Smith
& Jenkins’s office, beginning tomor-
row. Lucky I took that business
course at home, isn’t it? And I've
got a choir position in St. Genevieve's
beginning next Sunday. What do you
think of that? Mr. Lefferts present-
ed it to me today. We're on Easy
street, I tell you!”
“But,—Allan! Your lessons?”
“Going right on. I don’t need five
lessons a week any more than a cow
needs five legs. I'm to have one on
Saturday afternoon, when the office is
closed. And—and—I’ve got to get
this out of my system. Then we’ll
understand each other better.”
He didn’t look in her eyes now. He
was fingering the sleeve of her night-
dress.
“If—if you deserted me, Mother,
vou’d take the—the singing with you.
I don’t know how it is with other
people. But I don’t believe I could
make real music just with my lips or
those little cords in my throat. There
are other—other cords—you know—"
he stammered; “and I guess—I guess
they’d break—or something—if you
didn’t hold the other end of them. I
just wanted you to understand. And |
now”—he looked at her with his boy-
ish smile and held out his hand—
“will you put there, Mother?”
She lifted her right hand with sud-
den strength and laid it in his. And
that was the last time the subject |
was mentioned between them. He
never told her how his teacher, Lef-
ferts, had stormed over the break in
the lessons and had offered to get
some rich patron or patroness to
finance the little household during the
necessary years of training. The boy
had resisted this with a pride that
made his teacher rage. Finally Al-
lan had flared back:
“If it were only myself possibly I'd
consent. But have my mother live
on charity! You will oblige me by
not speaking of this again.”
The only point on which he had
yielded was the acceptance of a piano
at a nominal rental. Lefferts had
claimed that the dealers were posi-
tively throwing pianos at his head.
“Take it off my hands!” he raged.
“Get it out of my sight! Do you
want me to have my place so clutter-
ed up with damned pianos that I can’t
move without falling over them?”
Mrs. Murphy had continued to look
after Allan’s mother and to cook their
simple meals. When they moved- to
the next block, where it would be
cooler in summer and sunnier in win-
ter, she recommended a friend to per-
form the same offices there, the moth-
er of the same little red-haired girl
who was listening, this June evening,
with the rest of the air shaft audi-
ence, to the song from Allan’s kitch-
en window.
And we find at the end of a perfect day
The soul of a friend we've made.
There was silence in the shaft as
the last notes died away. Allan did
not know that the fat lady had turn-
ed her face to the sofa pillow and was
wiping her eyes on its dingy cover.
He did not know, nor care, what any
of titem were doing—except the own-
er of the voice at the next window.
Suddenly he straightened up with
quick determination and leaned out
into the shaft.
“Good night!” he called down. And
in response to a confused sound of
protest, “No more this time. Good
night!”
He withdrew his head, put the tow-
! el and the saucer on the table and
then cautiously looked out again. The
shaft was empty of heads. The au-
dience had gone home. He turned to
the lighted square at his right and
listened. The subdued scraping of a
chair came to his ears, and he said in
a low tone:
“Won't you say good night, too >
He had not realized how close the
windows were nor how far to the
right he had leaned. He had expect-
ed nothing but the sound of her voice
with the tired little laughing note in
it. And then suddenly, with a shock
of astonishment, he found himself
looking straight into her eyes, clear
gray eyes with shadows of fatigue
under them.
They were so unexpectedly near to
each other, the man and the girl, that
for a few slow seconds they simply
stared without speaking. Then the
girl drew away a little, and Allan
saw how her hair was shot through
all its loose curling ends with gold
gleams from the light behind her.
Long. afterward he was to hear a man
say of her:
“Tt doesn’t make any difference
what that girl wears! You feel as if
she were dressed in cloth of gold. It’s
her hair, I suppose.”
He spoke impulsively.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I—
1 hope I haven't bothered you with
my singing.”
She smiled at that. .
“You're angling!” she accused him.
“I'm not!” he protested, and she
could see him blush with embarrass-
ment. “I'm only studying, and
know that you—I couldn’t help know-
ing that you understand music—"
“Oh! you mean that I’ve bothered
you with my practicing.” ;
“Bothered!” indignantly. “I’ve pit-
ied you. Having to hear me picking
away at my accompaniments. 1 told
Mother we ought to send you a bale
of cotton to stuff in your ears.”
“Really!” she put up a slender hand
and felt of one ear in mock dismay.
“Are they so large as all that? A
whole bale!”
He flushed still more deeply, espe-
cially as his long apron fell out over
the window sill and hung down be-
tween them.
“You know I didn’t mean—"
“I know!”
| Then, in turn, she, too, flushed, and
| the tired lines in her face disappear-
ed in a hesitating smile. “If your
- mother wouldn’t mind—I know she is
{ an invalid—I might—I could—per-
| haps it would help sometimes if I—”
| She broke off in confusion.
| “You mean—you will play my ac-
companiments, sometimes!”
| “I'm only studying, too,” she apol-
| ogized. “Piano, of course; but I know
it’s so much easier to sing if one does
not have to do two things at once.”
“Qh, if you would! If you will!”
He was leaning so far out now that
she was frightened.
“Please be careful!”
“It would be a godsend!
mother and to me—" He was almost
incoherent. “You couldn’t—I suppose
you're too tired tonight—"
“Come and let me in!” she laugh-
ed, all the tiredness gone now from
her voice.
Allan caught up his coat and dash-
ed to the front room.
“Mother!” he exclaimed. “The
young lady next door—I was just
talking to her in the air shaft—she’s
the one, you know, that plavs—she’s
coming in . . . . Oh! I'll tell you all
about it—”
“The young lady! In the air shaft!
What are you talking about, Allan?”
But he was already opening the
door, and she heard the two eager
young voices and looked up to see
them coming toward her. The room
was unlighted, but the faint glow
from the street below illuminated the
girl's auriole of bright hair as she
bent over the couch.
“I'm only Peggy Manning,” she
said. “I live next door. I've been
wanting so hard to come in and see
you. I wrote to Mother yesterday
and asked her to send me a letter of
introduction. Any mother can intro-
duce one to another mother, can’t
she? And then—well, the music got
ahead of Mother and introduced us
anyway. Do you mind?”
i That was the way it began.
To my
gy, or, as she was known at the set-
tlement where she gave lessons at fif-
ty cents a half hour, Miss Margaret
Manning, kept girl-bachelor’s hall in
the little rear flat with two coupan-
| ions, who were now vacationing in the
country. Peggy, according. to her
in statement, did not need a vaca-
ion.
troduction” from the girl’s mother
reached Mrs. Harding not long after
that first evening, the recipient easi-
son for that self-denial. She divin-
ed the sacrifices that were being made
in the little Western home to com-
pass Peggy’s musical education, and
pluck and her loyalty.
It was Mrs. Harding that proposed
a sort of co-operative housekeeping;
co-operative to the extent of sharing
the evening meal, which was always
served on a little - table beside the
couch where she was propped up on
pillows. Co-operative, too, in the
dish-washing which followed, with
Peggy at the dishpan and Allan,
aproned as usual, wiping the china
and singing to his air shaft audience.
The concerts in the kitchen were
shorter now, to be sure; but what the
air shaft lost the opposite ho#ses
gained; for every night Peggy played
listeners—who forgot the heat, for-
bitterness of soul while they listened
to the young voice of gold. They al-
most begrudged the passing of sum-
mer when the autumn came and they
could no longer hear him singing.
(Concluded next week).
Plant Black Walnut Trees.
Black walnut trees are being sought
by the War Department and the wood
utilized for gunstocks and airplane
propellers. The supply is rapidly di-
minishing. If the war continues long
there will be few walnut trees left in
the country.
To provide
this valuable
time of war,
farmer plant
waste places of his farm where the
soil is suited to them.
for a future supply of
wood so necessary in
it is urged that every
our forests but is confined to rich,
fertile soil. It will be useless to plant
on a poor, thin soil, say authorities
of The Pennsylvania State College.
It is an easy matter to grow walnut
trees. The nuts can be planted in the
fall as soon as they fall from the
trees, by making a small hole in the
ground and dropping one or two of
the nuts and covering with two inch-
es of soil. Where squirrels or chip-
munks are numerous, they will find
the nuts and dig them up over winter.
So it is better to stratify the nuts in
sand over winter for planting in the
spring.
gathered, mix with moist sand and
place in a hole in the ground covering
with straw and dirt, or spread them
out on the ground in the woods and
cover well with leaves.
Protect from squirrels and other
rodents by covering with a wire net-
ting. Freezing will not injure the
nuts but they must not be allowed to
dry out over winter. They can be
kept in the cold cellar if mixed with
moist sand in a box and kept moist.
Plant in the spring as early as pos-
sible, spacing the holes eight by ten
feet apart. Plant in the open and not
under trees or in the shade for black
well.
Proud of His Wife.
country store the talk drifted to the
work done by the various wives of the
committee present.
“Wal,” contributed Uncle Ez, “my
wife is one in a million. She gets up
in the mornin’, milks seventeen cows,
and gets breakfast for ten hard-work-
ing men before 6 o’clock, by heck.”
“She must be a very robust wom-
an,”volunteered the commercial trav-
eler who happened to be present.
“No, stranger, she ain’t what you'd
call so strong; she’s more pale and
delicate-like. Gosh!”—with a
of enthusiasm—“if that woman was
only strong, I don’t know the work
she couldn’t do!”
——They are all good enough, but
the “Watchman” is always the best.
She took pity en him.
Peg- |
When the requested “letter of in-.
ly read between the lines a better rea-
her heart warmed to the girl for her
the accompaniments, and the windows
along the block were lined with eager |
got their weariness of body and their |
walnut trees on the:
Black walnut
does not occur generally throughout
Remove the outer husk as soon as!
walnut requires the sunlight to grow
burst |
Government Asks for 1200 more Hogs
from Centre County.
In order to help supply the de-
mand for meat the Centre county
Farm Bureau has included some defi-
nite work on economical pork pro-
duction in the Farm Bureau program
for 1918. The U. S. Department of
Agriculture has asked Pennsylvania
for a 5 per cent. increase in pork
production for the coming year. Cen-
tre county’s quota of this increase is
1200 hogs or an increase of about 200
brood sows. A careful study of Cen-
tre county’s agriculture has shown
that pork raising has been increasing
during the past year. Demonstra-
tions put on by a number of hog rais-
ers in the county has shown that at
least a large part of the grain bill
can be saved by providing green feed
throughout the growing season.
Feeding experiments at the College
where forage crops wer2 used have
shown a saving of $3.50 to $4.50 in
the grain feed ‘in producing 100
pounds of pork. Since the demand
for meat is urgent and as pork can
be produced at a profit with quick re-
turns the Farm Bureau asks further
co-operation of Centre county far-
mers in an economical pork produc-
tion campaign for the coming year.
WHY AN INCREASE IS ASKED.
There has been a big demand for
meat for shipment abroad in addition
to the needs of the population here at
home. The U. S. Food Administra-
tion has furnished figures showing
that the shipments of meats and fats
to allied destinations were for the fis-
cal year 1916-17, 2,166,500,000 pounds
and for the fiscal year 1917-18, 3.-
011,100,000 pounds. This is an in-
crease of 844,600,000 pounds in one
year. With greater shipping facili-
ties in sight allied shipments should
continue to increase for the coming
year.
KEEP AN EXTRA BROOD SOW.
I'arms that have been carrying one
or more brood sows can well afford to
increase this number at least one
brood sow for the year 1918-19. Ex-
tra brood sows should be selected
from late fall pigs of last year or ear-
ly spring pigs of this season. Only
sows of desirable type should be held
over as brood stock. Straight,
squarely placed legs, a strong bone,
i a well arched back, a long deep side,
a full deep ham; these are the main
points to be considered in selecting a
sow. A sow of this description will
produce an unusually good litter if
mated with a good pure-bred boar
that is at least as good or better than
the female in the points enumerated.
The pig will convert raw food pro-
' ducts of pasture, grain, daily by-pro-
ducts and slops into meat at a cheap-
er figure than any other meat-mak-
ing animal. The pig consumes more
| feed in porportion to its live-weight,
' uses less feed in producing a pound
| of gain and yields a higher per cent-
age of dressed carcass to live weight
than either sheep or cattle.
If you would produce pork as eco-
nomically as possible put out a piece
of rye at once for spring pasture.
Articles on economy in pork pro-
duction, hog pasture rotations, and
cholera will follow in the next week
or so.—R. H. Olmstead, county agent.
! Help Wilson Win the War.
“Marshal Foch’s supreme and cen-
tralized control of the allied and
American fighting forces is hasten-
ing the downfall of Prussian military
power more than any other single
factor in the war.”
“The collapse of Bulgaria is direct-
ly traceable to the unity of command
which has now co-ordinated all the
allied military moves and linked them
in perfect harmony with American
assistance.”
“The opinion is expressed that Ger-
many would have given fifty fighting
divisions or more if the Allies and the
United States had not put into effect
the unity of command plan first sug-
gested by President Wilson.”
“The fact that President Wilson
perceived this disadvantage before
the military strategists is evidence of
his real vision.”
“German unity meant victories.”
“It is so striking an example of the
advantage Germany had in this re-
spect that it served to re-enforce |
President Wilson’s appeal for unity
of command at the Interallied War
Conference last year.” ;
So says the New York Sun of Oc-'
tober 6, 1918.
“Unity of Command” at home as
well as abroad is the essential funda-
mental of success in war. It produc-
es harmony of action and harmony of
| action produces strength—effective-
| ness.
| “Unity of Command” prevails at
the front.
The American people’s task in the
| pending elections for members of the
| House and Senate is not only to main-
| tain Unity of Command at home but
| to intensify it—if possible.
This can only be done by sending '
' to Washington, men whose willing-
ness to act in harmony with the Pres-
| ident and his administration is an as-
Men of the President’s
i sured fact. I 8
| party can be relied upon to do this.
It was the slogan in our former
It was the claim made for
| wars. (
| Washington, Lincoln and McKinley.
mens
‘Din of Battle Grew Hair on Bald
i Pate.
Sharon.—If the story related by :
Harry Vane, a Ferrell boy in France,
! is to be believed, the crash of cannon,
i
| shriek of high explosive shells and
At the farmers’ conference in the | the bursting of shrapnel is the best
hair raiser on the market today. !
| ter from Vane who tells of an Ameri- |
can soldier who entered the conflict as
bald as an egg. He has ben in sever-
| al hot fights and today has a fine
' crop of hair. He previously had tried
"all kinds of tonics to bring out the
"hair, but it had no effect. Vane says
. the other boys in the company will
| youch for the truthfulness of the
statement.
—Money spent on farm property
maintenance cannot be better spent.’
Paint the buildings, oil and store the
machinery, protect the livestock.
1
—— For high class job work come
to the “Watchman” office.
' loose links.
' bringing advanced prices.
| tober,
. Frank Nathan is in receipt of a let-!
PANLY THOUGHT
Charity is a virtue of the heart and not
of the hend.—Addison.
It is ‘rue that the eollarless blouse
is here to stay, but so much is said to
confirm this fact that the blouse with
a collar is rather neglected. This
should not be, for never before have
collars been so interesting. They are
cut in fanciful shapes and appear as
fichus and surplices and hang like
monks’ hoods or form capes. Then,
of course, there is the little collar
which consists of hand-embroidered
medallions set at intervals around
the round neck, and there is the horse
collar, which is made narrower than
formerly and really only a bias band
used to finish off a too severe neck
line.
Volumes could be written about the
frill, for it will be one of the features
of the early fall blouse. Certainly it
is a becoming style. The frill. whic
is cut in deep points with the edges
picoted, appears as a collar on both
georg:tte and cotton voile blouses.
Geurgette is still the leading fabric
for the new models, but the new bat-
ic designs are charming and Arlette
Krepe is much in demand. The blouse
of georgette, which shows the body of
one color and an over-jumper of a
contrasting shade, is exceptionally
smart. Bead and silk embroidery ap-
pears on many of the models, and
wool decoration on this sheer fabric
is really most alluring.—Nugents.
Buttons are one of the many things
that the government has to concern
itself about in times of war. It is re-
ported that the stock of buttons in
the United States, that is to say, the
stock suitable for military purposes,
is to be taken over by thc govern-
ment, says an exchange.
Manufacturers of buttons to all
appearances fall far short in their
production, and the shortage is inten-
sified by the fact that England also
seems short of buttons and has been
in the past importing from the Unit-
ed States.
Buttons are needed
quantities for
fighting men and the
is reported, is taking an inventory
in enormous
—As a result of eight year’s trials
at the Kansas Station, July plowing
increased the yield of wheat 60 per
cent. as compared with September
plowing.
—The man who thinks that a dai-
ry cow can rough it and still be a
profitable milker has some things to
learn about cows. No animal shows
the bad results of neglect quicker
than a cow, and none responds more
fully to good care, good feeding and
kind treatment.
—Men do not farm themselves in-
to riches in one year. It takes time,
patience, perseverance and ability te
make farming pay. But what other
occupation offers anything for less
effort? The farm is about as profit-
able as other business requiring no
more capital, intelligence or labor.
—The New Jersey Experiment sta-
tion declares that cows in that Siate
producing less than 7000 pounds of
milk are unprofitable. The average
production last year of 115 cows ina
cow-testing association in Cumber-
land county was 7358. Fifty-three
cows produced more than the aver-
age and 22 of these each produced
upward of 9000 pounds of milk, sev-
en of them exceeding 10,000 pounds.
—Don’t skim the milk for children.
Let them have it with its cream.
Clean, rich, fresh milk and plenty of
it makes them grow. It gives them
rosy cheeks, bright eyes, strong bod-
ies, and good brains. Each child can
readily use a quart a day. Refuse
the children tea and coffee, but al-
ways give them milk. Encourage
them to drink it. Put it on their cer-
eals. Pour it on the toast. Make it
into puddings. Mix it into custards.
And stir it into soups. Yes, use milk
and use it freely. Economize on oth-
er foods, but don’t economize on milk.
—A great part of the value of
keeping cream cool on the farm and
at the station or creamery, is lost if
the cream is exposed to the direct
rays of the sun while being hauled
from the farm to the point of sale.
Far too few people stop to realize the
importance of covering their cream
the clothing of the | cans when bringing them to town.
government, it | Expensive jacketed cans are not a ne-
of | cessity to keep the cream cool.
In
the country’s stock of buttons of met- | summer weather just an ordinary
al, horn and vegetable ivory and may | piece of wet burlap thrown over the
save the manufacturers the trouble of | cans will keep the temperature of the
looking for customers.
cream as much as 20 degrees below
what it would rise to if left uncovered
Locket rings are the latest thing | while being transported over the av-
i erage hauling distance.
in jewelry for the soldier. Thous-
ands of the boys mobilized here and
soon to go overseas have taken up the
fad, which bids fair to become the
fashion throughout the army. The
ring is of gold or silver with a seal of
metal or stone. Under the seal is a
spring and the seal opens to reveal a
tiny photograph of the soldier’s moth-
er, sister, wife or sweetheart.
Wrist watches and rings are about
all the jewelry permitted a man in the
ranks.
sentimental utility. The ring enables
the soldier to carry into battle an in-
spiration to heroism in the face of the
girl he left behind.
Styles in jewelry for the well-
dressed men for the fall and winter
season have just been announced by
the Associated Jewelers of America.
Plainness inclining to the severe will
mark the new fashions in jewelry as
in clothes, in harmony with the spirit
of war times.
Service jewelry will be widely pop- |
ular and at the same time fashiona-
ble. Military emblems will be worn
engraved, for the most part, on rings
and fobs. Stickpins will carry out
the war idea with gold stars, crossed
rifles and other military devices,
either plain or set with jewels.
Gold will supplant platinum with
evening dress. Engraved or plain
mother-of-pearl and gold combina-
tions will be in vogue for full-dress
sets. Variations will appear in black
and white combinations and in gold
mountings with mother-of-pearl and
either black onyx or black enamel
borders. Fine gold-link watch chains
will be worn across the four-butben
evening waistcoat.
The fashionable cuff button will be
of octagon or irregular shape, flat
and of green gold. The more expen-
sive ones will be bordered with plati-
num. Many are shown in brocade
patterns and nearly all are made as
The bar button has fallen
into innocuous desuetude.
The most popular watch is the ex-
tremely thin, open-face timepiece,
square, hexagon or round. Watch
chains with street clothes will be worn
more than ever. The tendency is
: toward the fine link in green gold.
The signet or locket ring is the
smartest thing in rings.
Funston Bros. & Co., International
Fur Exchange of St. Louis, report the
fur trade remains good and especial-
ly is there continued activity evident
in skunk and muskrat. Manufactur-
ers are very busy and in most cases
. have larger advance orders than they
enjoyed in other years at this time.
Present values are firm for practic-
ally all articles on the April sale.
Skunk and muskrat, however, are
Raccoon
and opossum are somewhat higher
and renewed interest has been shown
in American ermine lately. All north-
ern goods are selling on the basis es-
tablished in the April auction, and in
a few instances higher, which is quiet
. and somewhat lower.
Receipts for the next sale, which
will take place sometime during Oc-
have been very light so far and
heavy shipments of all articles are
recommended.
Making bead bags has become quite
an industry among disabled soldiers
in France, and because of this deal-
ers predict a drop in the prices of
these bags.
As one way of enraging the Ger-
mans who lack clothing, Paris plans
a big dressmaking exhibition with the
most lavish display of new gowns at
Zurich, Switzerland. Paris as always
ingenious, but maybe the government-
controlled newspapers of Germany
will not mention the show.
A good green dye for woolen ma-
terials can be made from the juice of
“the stalk and leaves of nettles.
Women are employed as scaven-
gers in Sheerness, England. !
—Pork finds a ready sale because
packers know many ways of placing
it on the market in attractive and
highly palatable form combined with
excellent keeping qualities. There is
no other meat from which so many
products are manufactured. Nearly
50 per cent. of the total value of the
meat and meat products slaughtered
in the packing houses of the United
| States is derived f h ,
The watch is a thing of un- | gies is derived from fhe hog
Our country leads all others in the
production of meat and meat pro-
ducts. Three-fourths of the world’s
international trade in pork and pork
products originates in the United
States in normal times, and the war
greatly has increased this proportion.
If we expect to continue to provide
meat to foreign peoples as well as
our own, every farmer must put forth
his best effort to produce more hogs.
They can be kept profitably upon
many farms where they are not found
today.
—Growing forage crops and graz-
ing them with hogs are very efficient
and economical methods of improving
run-down land. This statement is
based on the opinions and results of
a large number of hog raisers and ex-
periment station workers. Practical-
ly all the fertilizing elements of the
vegetation produced on the land, ex-
cept that stored in animal bodies,
goes back into the soil in the manire
and litter. The loss is more than off-
set where extra grain is fed to the
hogs. The only danger of injury to
the soil is in the trampling by the an-
imals on heavy clays when they are
wet. Such injury is easily avoided
where a permanent sod pasture is
available.
As one of the great needs of most
soils is more vegetable matter, hog
grazing offers an opportunity of re-
storing the exhausted humus without
the expense of growing and using
green-manuring crops. Another ben-
efit which is usually overlooked comes
from the hogs eating the weeds in
the pasture fields. There are many
common plants, usually classed as
weeds, which hogs relish. They fre-
quently clean these up first when
turned into a new field. This not only
makes good use of a number of waste
plants, but also tends to lessen the
trouble from these weeds in other
Crops.
—1It is not uncommen to see butter
rolls or blocks of good quality and
fairly fresh, with a coating of salt
crystals all over the outside, giving
it a stale and unpleasant appearance.
This may be caused in several ways.
If the salt used is of poor quality,
and particularly if it is too coarse in
grain, it fails to be well incorporated
in the butter and, changing to brine
after the rolls have been made up, it
comes to the surface, where it forms
a crust. The finest and best salt, not
worked into thé butter, will act in the
same way. Again, if there is too
much moisture left in the butter the
salt joins with this extra water to
form brine. The brine finds its way
to the surface, evaporates and leaves
the salt covering. The best means,
therefore, of avoiding this difficulty is
to make the butter by the granular
method, wash it very thoroughly and
allow it to drain or dry off well while
still in the granular form, before ad-
ding the salt. Then mix in the salt
as thoroughly as possible, having it
of the best quality, and as fine as can
be got; allow it to stand a little time
before working and putting into its
final form. This gives an opportuni-
ty for all the salt to dissolve before
the working, and then for removing
all surplus brine. All butter, how-
ever, contains a pretty large percent-
age of moisture in the form of brine,
and it must be kept in a moist atmos-
phere, or else the water of the brine
will evaporate more or less, leaving
the salt visible on the outside. Any
good butter will show this dry salt if
exposed long enough to very dry air.
—Subseribe for the “Watchman.”
Vy