mm— Bellefonte, Pa., May 30, 1919. SILVER THREADS AMONG THE GOLD. Darling, I am coming back— Silver threads among the black, Now that peace in Europe nears I'll be back in seven years. I'll drop in on you some night, With my whiskers long and white. Yes, the war is over, dear And we're going home I hear, Home again with you once more Say by nineteen twenty-four. Once I thought that now I'd be Sailing back across the sea. Back to where you sit and pine, But I'm stuck here on the Rhine. You can hear the gang all curse War is Hell but Peace is worse. When the next war comes around In the front ranks I'll be found. I'll rush in again pell mell Yes I will—like hell—like hell. HER HERO’S RETURN. An Almost-Love Story. Katharine Crane stood in front of the hall mirror pinning the big black velvet hat over an elaborate arrange- ment of yellow curls, which it’ had taken her an hour of experimenting to achieve. With a final jab of the pin she stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. The gay roses nodding on the hat brim were no brighter than the excitement-pink of her soft curving cheeks; her eyes were twin blue stars; the tiny service pin fastened to the frilly waist lifted on the swell of her quick breathing. If only, Katharine thought rebellious- ly, Mother wouldn’t make her wear such young clothes! “Kitten!” the volling pin in the kitchen suspended its thuds for a mo- ment. “Kitten dear, are you going by the grocery?” And that silly name! Anyone would think, to hear it, that she was a child instead of a grown-up lady of seven- teen with a thrilling Secret that only she and Someone Else knew. “Just ask Mr. Devins to send up a pound of lard and a box of raisins.” A little happy laugh ran through the words. “Bob wouldn’t think he’d got home if the gingerbread box was empty!” The everydayness of the errand jarred with Katharine’s exalted mood. It seemed almost sacreligious for Mother to be thinking about lard and cooking, as if this were nothing more than Tuesday, instead of the glorious day when Madderley’s boys were com- ing home. All along maple-bordered Main street flags were tossing in the crisp February wind, and the shadows of flags stirred silently across the sunny street. Katharine’s fingers crept to the tiny pin above her heart. Every- body thought, of course, that it meant her brother Bob—how surprised they would all be if they knew for whom she was wearing it. “Hulle!” The familiar voice in her ears brought her back to the present with a bump. Gilmore Carnahan jumped off his bicycle and fell into step with her, trundling it at her side. “I suppose you're going to the club- house—they’ve fixed it swell! But J don’t know—" He hesitated, frown- ing. “Somehow I don’t believe the boys’ll want all that reception and speeches stuff! I wouldn’t, anyway!” “Oh, you!” He winced visibly un- der the unconscious sting of Katha- rine’s tone. “I guess if you'd done the perfectly grand things they have, you’d expect people to make some fuss over you!” The boy’s young jaw was set in grim lines. “Maybe I would,” he said briefly. For twelve of his eighteen years Gilmore Carnahan had lived next door to Katharine, made mud pies with her, quarreled with her, made up with her, carried her books home from school. Later he had escorted her to High- school dances and the entertainments at the Elks’ Hall. But since his two brothers had marched away with the other Madderly boys she had not seen so much of him. He was oddly differ- ent, more silent, preoccupied with his garden and his chickens. She glanced up at him now, ap- praisingly—crisp brown hair that would curl in spite of determined brushing, straight nose, chin with the little cleft in it. Yes, he was good- looking, but, after all, he was only the Next-Door Boy, who had never done anything thrilling or heroic. Gilmore stopped abruptly, a dark wave of embarrassment creeping to the roots of his hair. “It hasn’t been a very pleasant world to me for two years,” he said slowly. “And it’s partly because of something that happened the day when we were all down at the station seeing the hoys off.” Katharine drew a gaspy breath. “Do you mean—” she faltered: “but I thought nobody noticed!” He nodded tragically. “I wasn’t trying to, but I couldn’t help it. I fo you kissing Raymond Orr good- y. Ensued a tense silence. Then defi- antly she faced him, chin high, though her cheeks burned. “Well, and if I did, what business is it of yours?” Gilmore laughed bitterly. “Oh, nothing! Only we've gone together for years, and I always sort of plan- ned that some doy when I was through college we’d be—we’d be married. Still that doesn’t make it any of my business, of course!” The line of his jaw sprang out suddenly un- der his young skin. “If it had been anybody else except him—but Ray- mond Orr! That soda fountain sissy, with his perfumery and hair oil and his eyes at the giris—” “Gilmore Carnahan, you stop right there!” Katharine’s eyes were wide with horror. “You've got a nerve to criticize a man who’s been fighting for your country while you stayed at home digging in a garden!” She was cruel in her championship of her Dream. “Turnips and squashes are perfectly safe, but some people pre- fer to fight with guns instead of hoes! I should think you’d be ashamed to look our soldiers in the eye! Suppose Raymond Orr was soda clerk at Tra- cey’s! I guess Abraham Lincoln stood behind a counter, too, and any- way he’s a hero now, and—and I'm proud I kissed him good-by, and when he comes back—" ‘back from war. The words stumbled over a sob as she turned blindly away. “Katharine!” Gilmore cried, “I’m —I’'m sorry!” But she was gone, running up the clubhouse walk in an indignant whirl of short blue serge skirts, and he made no move to follow. At three that afternoon Madderley station was crowded with fathers and mothers, small brothers important with cowbells and horns, small starch- ed and ribbony sisters waving enthu- siastic flags. As the train drew in, Katharine felt her heart pounding so loudly it seemed as if everyone must hear. The Firemen’s Band crashed into the “Star-Spangled Banner” as the ea- ger young khaki-clad figures swarmed down the steps to the sound of deaf- ening cheers. Quivering, shaken to the deeps of her soul with emotions for which she had no name, she felt herself caught up in a great hug as Bob pushed through the crowd. “Kitten! Gosh, but you’ve grown! Where’s Mother and Dad?” With a strange sense of flatness she watched her big bronzed brother lift Mother off her feet and shake Daddy’s hand as if he would never stop. And the rest—she looked about her bewilderedly. The soldier with the sergeant stripes on his sleeve pound- ing the white-haired man on the back was Billy Devins. Beyond him Ros- coe Emmett, the plumber’s son. was tossing his small nephew on his shoul- ders. “Why,” she thought, “they don’t act like heroes. They're just Madder- ley boys. They haven’t changed at all!” Ant then, through a rift in the crowd, she saw Raymond Orr, his overseas cap jauntily tilted to one side, a little self-conscious smirk on his weak, handsome face, bowing right and left to the cheering crowd. As he stood there, hands on hips, he looked the very picture of the heroic soldiers on magazine covers, and— with a sudden flash of intuition she knew it—he wanted to look that way! “He’s posing!” she thought, incred- ulously. One of the girls from the corset factory across the river, a bold- eyed, pretty, brazen creature in a red hat, tossed a curling ribbon of red, white and blue paper to him. With a gallant gesture he swept off his cap. flung an arm across her shoulders and kissed her, while the crowd laughed. A little low sob broke from Katha- rine’s lips. She turned blindly away to meet Gilmore Cranahan’s humble eyes. “Katharine, I’m ashamed of what I said,” he whispered wretched- ly, as his brothers stopped to greet the Cranes; “I guess I was just plain jealous—" Bob’s voice, in the accents of out-- rage, interrupted: “A recantion to us? big idea?” “An address of welcome, too. they tell me—sneeches—" groaned Peter Carnahan, “How I Hunted the Hun; by our gallant corporal, Robert Willis Crane!” “Oh, boy! why did I ever leave the safety of the trenches?” Bob erin- ned. “Nore of that ice-cream-soldier stuff for little old Yours. Truly, Me! Tell you what, let’s make it a dance like we used to have. We'll cart our phonograph down. Got anv noisy jazz records, Kitten? Gee! fellers, isn’t it bully to get home?” In the joyous noise all about her Katharine’s silence was unnoticed. Hot-cheeked, with lowered eyes, she walked by Bob’s side up the beflagged Main street, that no longer seemed a Road of Romance, but bare and ugly and drearily commonplace in the cold gray light of late afternoon. The col- or and glamour had faded out of the world. Even the flags, flapping list- lessly, held no thrill. All about her she heard shouts of discovery. “Hey, Sam, look at the firehouse! That new cupola is certainly becom- ing!” “Notre Dame may be all right, but give me Madderley Town Hall any day.” And this was the return of Mad- derley’s heroes! Not as she had nic- What’s tha tured them, pattlegoarred, grim, marching between weeping, cheering throngs, but straggling up Main street like a lot of boys just let out of school! Only one played the role of hero—she saw him now swaggering by, the girl of the red hat hanging on his arm, and shame scorched her to the quick of her pride. For two years she had laid all her shy girl dreams before this idol of cheap common clay! Over his third piece of hot ginger- bread at supper Bob spoke casually of him. “Mother, where’s my old dress suit? I bet Orr is the only fellow who'll wear a uniform at the dance tonight. You’d think by the airs that poor dud puts on he’d won the war all by his lonesome, and as a matter of fact, he never was under fire at all!” Mr. Crane looked across the table at his son with a queer smile. “I was pretty fair-to-middling proud of you boys when you went away, son,” he said slowly, “but I'm a whole lot prouder of the way you've come back! I've been worrying all along for fear this war business was going to upset vou—go to your heads, make you restless and anxious for ex- citement. But as far as I can see you're going to take up life where you left it.” “You bet!” Bob declared fervently; “the war was a job that had to be done, and it’s over, that’s all. That's what we fellows used to talk about— coming home and getting back to work. Billy’s going into the grocery, Peter Wills and Johnny Hines are going to finish up their college course, and I’ll be down to the office boning Blackstone tomorrow, Dad, bright and early.” : : Later in the evening, Katharine, pleading a headache, sat at the win- dow of her own room, staring out in- to the dusk and thinking over Bob’s words. The war was over. Life would settle down into the old quiet, prosy round of school, and errands at the grocery, and parties. Suddenly Katharine knew that she was glad. She stretched out her arms in a little gesture. as of wel- coming to the old world that had come And then she saw be- low, in the dusk of the next-door yard, a tall, lonely figure leaning disconso- lately against the gate. . Gilmore Carnahan looked up with a start as she stood beside him. In the clear moonlight the boy and girl gazed into each other’s faces shyly. Then with a ery Gilmore took the Swept hands awkwardly in his big clasp. an 3 is 2 se} “You look as if—as if you'd forgiv- en me for what I said this morning,” he choked. “I was a beast to talk like that, but— Well, I was feeling pretty sore not to have been in things over there!” The hoarded misery of two bitter years quivered in his voice. “You see, when America got into the war we talked it over and decided we couldn’t all go and leave Mother alone. Of course they were older, and it was only fair they should have first chance. Only, when I read the papers and saw the flags and—and like that, it made me—” He grooved for adequate words to explain the in- a “Well, it made me pretty darned sick, I can tell you!” “I know how it was!” Even in the dimness Katharine’s face was scarlet, but she plunged bravely on. “That’s what I came over to tell you—about Raymond Orr, I mean. Why, I didn’t know him hardly at all, and I never liked him much. But that day at the station, the band was playing ‘God be with you till we meet again,” and then the flags and everything. And he hadn’t anybody to say good-bye the way the rest had. I thought maybe he’d never come back—and—and—I kissed him because I just had to do something!” She spoke so low that he had to bend very close to the tremulous red lips to hear. “But, Gilmore,—I don’t care about him, truly—” “Then,” his voice fumbled over the words that seemed to mean strangely more than they said, “then we're going to stay friends forever and ever—and things are the same as they were before. . . . ” Katharine looked down the moon- splashed street, and now it seemed to her neither a Road of Romance down which soldiers might march to fife and drum, nor the dingy path of dis- illusion of the afternoon, but the dear familiar street where they had play- ed when they were -children—the Street of Home. “Yes,” she said dreamily, “ves, everything’s just the same as it was befora!” Still, manwise, Gilmore was not quite satisfied. “But the war’s over, and I wasn’t in it!” The mother instinct rose in her small sweet soul in answer to the wistfulness of his voice. * She laid her hand on his arm. “Never mind.” she comforted him, “never mind, Gilmore,—I just know yvow’ll lose an arm or a leg, or do something splendid, in the next war!” —By Dorothy Donnell Calhoun. in the Woman’s Home Companion. Sound the Jubilee. Greatest in its program for a better and happier America—greatest in its program for a safer and happier world—great in bringing together the trained womanhood, the organized motherhood of all America with fi- nancial resources to protect child life, to safeguard women in industry, to put the spirit of America into the heart of the foreign-speaking home, "and to create a loyalty and faithful- ness to Prohibition and christian laws. Great in its work for the world, when Frances E. Willard and her co-work- ers in 1884 founded the world’s Christian Temperance Union, they placed upon the United States organ- 1zation a responsibility and privilege that cannot be shaken off. Other or- ganizations may need to hew new paths in the work for world prohibi- tion, but that of theWomen’s Chris- tian Temperance Union is already. made. Already the organization formed by her temperance mission- aries in forty-three countries have been doing pioneer work and are ready for the big and advanced plans. Al- ready schools, missions, and homes are pleading for more helpers and and more literature with which to defy the brewer. The Woman's Christian Temperance Union—or- ganized christian women, organized mother love in a christian land—will bear the responsibility for - mothers and children the world over. World prohibition must be won! On with the drive for America and the world! What is Ptomaine Poison? The term “ptomaine” poisoning has become a cloak for ignerance. This, sometimes suspected, is the editorial pronouncement of the Journal of the American Medical Association. In fact, any acute gastro-intestinal at- tack resulting from a great variety of causes is apt to be called “pto- maine” poisoning. Selmi, in 1873, first use the word ptomaine (from the Greek ptome, a corpse) to include the poisonous products of putrefaction which gave the reaction then looked on gs characteristic of vegetable alka- oids. Our conception of these substances has changed markedly. The so-called tomaines isolated and described by elmi were usually obtained from pu- trid organic matter that had decom- posed past the point at which it would be used as food. Furthermore, most of these substances were tested by injecting them subcutaneously or intravenously into animals. Many substances are poisonous when thus introduced, though they may be harm- less by the mouth. Chemists avoid the use of the word ptomaine, for the reason that it lacks precision. This is a curious instance of the popular use of a techinal term that sounds well, but means little. Ptomaine is a term for chemical substances of un- certain origin, unknown nature and doubtful existence. Hard on the Patient. The professor at the medical college had been lecturing upon the strength and value of a certain medicine, and at the end of the talk began a short examination. “Now, sir, said he, turning to one of the students, “in a case such as I have described, how much of the med- icine would you administer and how often?” : “A tablespoon every hour,” came the reply. There was a short pause and then the student said hastily, “If you please, sir, Id like to change my answer, I—er—" “Too late,” said the professor, sol- emnly. “Your patient is already dead.”—Philadelphia North Ameri- can. Society Item. Albany Vindicator—*“Mrs. John Lewis entertained paper hangers one day last week.” Locusts Due Last Week In | 17-Year May And June. The United States Department of Agriculture has sent out a warning that during the coming summer the United States will see the reappear- ance of “the seventeen-yar locusts,” perhaps the most remarkable of all insects. ; For seventeen years this insect has been living and moving beneath the earth in darkness and cold and gloom. During the last week of May or the first week of June it will emerge from the earth grow wings and enjoy a few weeks of gay life in the light of day. Billions then come to light. The insect chooses a time toward sunset to crawl out of the ground, so that it may be ready to fly bright and early the next morning. It will climb up a tree, and by its struggles on shake itself free of its old brown skin. When it first comes out of its skin it will have small, white soft useless wings. With almost miraculous ra- pidity these will grow on the air of day until they are large, strong wings, with which the seventeen-vear cicada can fly and buzz. After assuming the winged form the locust will enjoy only of open-air life. the female begins to lay her eggs. In order to make a place for them she chisels grooves in the young branches : ! to ! and not force facts into his mind. so i that the main thing is not to “tell | him” or “make him?” but to “let him.” | After a little friendly i play a low, then a high Bobby to tell you with closed eyes | Have him | Finally, | of trees, thereby causing considerable damage. Then she dies. In a few weeks the grub hatch out of the eggs crawl out of the branches, down the tree to the ground, dig in ; and there spend another seventeen years in darkness. Why they spend this particular period underground is | a good deal of mystery. Owe philos- opher has called it a svmbol of the | One large | brood spends thirteen years instead of . resurrection of the body. seventeen. When the billions of newly hatched flies first appear in the air they make a tremendous buzzing. A few weeks later, when they die, their bodies are sometimes disagreeably numerous, While laying her eggs in twigs and small branches, the female uses a sharp instrument called an ovipoos- itor and the puncture caused by this instrument does the principal damage. When many punctures are made in a twig it may become weakened and fall to the ground. This makes it easier for the hatched out grub to reach the | clef. earth, butin any case it would crawl down the tree and reach there. It of these insects will | five weeks | Almost immediately | i when we play, we must say : that we feel. ROCA FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. DAILY THOUGHT. Jealousy lives upon doubt, and comes to : an end, or becomes a fury, as soon as it | passes from doubt to jealousy.—La Roche- lamb foucauld. Any mother who loves music has studied enough to play fairly weil can give her children their first les- sons. It is indeed a great advantage to have mother teach, for music will thus become a part of the daily life of the home and prove invaluable in aid- ing the growth of the children in many ways,besides developing a happy com- panionship. Most children love music. But how often is the love of it killed by in- adequate teaching! How shall we begin? Bobby is eight or nine years old and has asked to be taught music. teach him. First choose a time of day when you and he are generally at leisure and rested, ard have a short lesson at that time every day. Keep to this ar- rangement, for it forms a habit of reg- ular work, which is of the greatest value both musically and otherwise. What is music? This question ; ought to form a part of the very first ‘lesson, and without actually giving the answer, lead Bobby to feel that music is a language of sound, and that something In our new education, we are going let the children grow and develop, conversation, note and ask which it is, high or low. sing high and low for you. give him a sheet of music paper or music blank-book and let him write the notes you have played and he has sung. It is better to start out at once with both treble and bass clefs, and to give the child a clear mental picture - of the two staves and clefs as a unity and not separated. “Grown-ups” complain to me that they cannot easily read the two together because they have been taught first one and then the other. Have Bobby write middle . C on an added line placed between the two clefs and eonnect it with both the C which is next above in the treble i clef and the C next below in the bass In this way he will get an ac- tual picture of the connection between the two clefs, and realize that the C enters the ground near some rootlet. | on the added line either above the bass Under ground the insect molts four | clef or below the treble clef is one and eighteen months, the second two years later, the third two years later, and the fourth three or four years after that. In this stage it is known as a larva, or active grub. During the re- maining three or four years it is a pupa. - U. S. Air Fleet Goes to Junkdealers. There are now at the disposal of this government 7580 training air- planes located at training fields in this country, all concededly first-rate machines, good for several years of peace service and for educating flyers, according to Edwin C. Hill, in Les- liz’s. There are, or recently were in France 6334 service and training planes from which little of use could be expected, due to war’s wear and tear, cost of transportation and other obvious causes. But it is a fair as- sumption that Uncle Sam has a stock of at least 10,000 airplanes, worth at least more. Even an administration bureau- crat might be expected to comprehend | that here is an equipment inestimably | valuable for the training of Ameri- can fliers for peace employments, for the great air commerce that is around the corner of time. what they are contemplating? No, less that when the philanthropic ven- dors deliver the goods free of charge to the buyers, transportation charges will eat up about all the proceeds, and if Uncle derives one cent on the dollar he will be a lucky old gentle- man. So much for that. How about the specially selected spruce and veneers for which the government ransacked the forests of Maine and the North- west, for whose sake it even placated the I. W. W., and for which it paid millions on millions? Wouldnt you think reasonably that Uncle Sam could store this 50,000,000 feet of air- plane spruce and 50,000,000 feet of veneers against a time when, as is ab- solutely certain to arise, he could use $10,000,000, probably much ' 1 | ond C, which he hears as the same as just | Is that | times, the first time after one year to | the same note. Ask Bobby te look at this picture intently—close his eyes, and see it with his minds eves. He will do it very readily. Explain to him that when he looks at anything very thoughtfully, a picture is made in his mind which he can depend upon just as surely as though he had put it away ‘ina desk drawer. Have him visualize everything he does a little each day. I should say that this would constitv*e the first lesson—with per- and | firm over them. Leave the top soil — You are eager to | easily | - ; a FARM NOTES. —Lots of milk makes big lambs. —A little pinch of ginger in hot milk will help to put life into a weak —Give the roots of any plant set plenty of room and then make the soil oose. —There is nothing better than good neatsfoot oil for harness leathers. Mineral oils may have a damaging effect. —Now that we are no longer con- fronted by war emergencies, crop ro- tations can be resumed. Put that idle acre to work. —Some farmers never think of painting their farm machinery. They should remember that paint is not only a beautifier, but a preserver. —It requires a good sum of money to buy a good cow today. The surest way to get a good one is to raise the heifers from the best cows, bred to a good bull. —Farmers who planted soybeans in their corn the last two years obtain- : ed excellent results by hogging down the crop. This meant a great deal less tankage. —There are a number of satisfac- tory pasture mixtures, but the follow- ing seems to be a favorite: Red cloy- er, 3 quarts per acre; alsike clover, 1 quart per acre, and timothy. 4 quarts per acre. —The best flavored pork is obtain- ed from feeding skim milk. Next to this corn, barley, oats, peas and wheat produce good meat. Potatoes, the by-products of flour mills, beans and the like are not so desirable. —The apparent prosperity of French, Dutch and Danish farmers, who consider themselves rich if they own 10 acres, is due largely to their frugality and systematic abstinence from luxuries. The average Ameri- can family, especially if city bred, has too many wants to be supplied by the income from a 10-acre farm. —A recent statement made by the War Department shows that during the war 67,948 animals were sent across the sea. This huge number in- cluded 5489 cavalry horses, 33,396 draft horses, and 29,063 mules of all description. Out of this number of animals ouly 600 were lost in transit. —Apple trees should be planted 25 —The usual method of preparing land for root crops is to plow about seven inches deep in the fall and double disk and harrow it thoroughly the following spring. It is considered advisable to subsoil four or five inches deeper than the ground is plowed for deep-rooted crops, especially = where the ground has been plowed at the same depth for several years. Besides killing most of the corn- ear worms in ‘the soil, early plowing : will kill cornstalk borers, the corn-root worms and several other corn pests that annually take about half the prof- its. It may be necessary to plow the corn land again later to kill the weeds, but this will pay in the in- haps a song, sung by mother and Bob- | ceased yields and the lesser amount by to end with. The next lesson comes on the fol- lowing day at the same time. Begin by having Bobby repeat yesterday's lesson—just what he learned and wrote. : After the review is finished. Bobby to listen very intently while you play the C scale, one tone at a time, C-d-e-f-g- up to C. Ask him whether one tone is like the last, or different. He will naturally say that each tone is different, until you get to the sec- the first note, but higher. Go back and count the tones, and after that the same tone as the first repeated, only higher up. Let Bobby pick out the scale him- : Fosik fi lik | Alas! his little fingers are like kers, indeed. This splendid national equip- | x De ment is offered to junk dealers at ten | cents on the dollar and less—so much ; it as he goes along. and cannot goup with the scale smoothly at all. This leads to a little talk about how to control them. What shall we do? Let us think of our body and how we control do you do it? First you think, then you get up, walk to the door, put out your hand and close it. What made your feet take you to the door and your arm and hand close it? You first thought and then your body , obeyed your thought. Now how shall we get our fingers and arms to obey when we play? Why first think, and your fingers will obey you. Your body is your servant, ready to obey | you. Now there are two things to be considered in regard to piano playing a relaxed arm and a strong hand. be oro : : To strengthen his hand have Bobby ay 5 Ltime Ji mesd when he | practice dropping the weight of the pocket and again pay war prices? Well, This costly material goes on the mar- ket at junk prices. Then there are | arm on one finger, keeping the finger ou would guess badly again. firm and having it touch the keyboard full on the end. To relax his arm have him first drop it limply into his 7,000,000 yards of airplane fabric to 12P to get the feeling of limpness and go at dishrag prices, though it cost | And piled | also around the auctioneer’s block are | like silk out of China. then in the same way on the key- 0. Now have Bobby play the C scale millions of spare airplane parts and with each finger in turn, holding the motor engines and innumerable de- tails of equipment to billions on a sight to an army sent blind to the bat- tle line. If one of the very greatest of Yank- ee inventions, the heavier-than-air fly- ing machine had been a device of the devil, it could not be in less favor than it is with the administration in power in the middle of March, 1919. The labor problem is obvious. The government’s wrecking program pur- poses to throw out of work perhaps 200,000 highly skilled mechanics at the very time when tremendous em- ployment problems due to the demob- ilization of nearly 4,000,000 soldiers must be solved wisely, if the sight drafts of Satan are not to be paid. What is going on over there across the Atlantic in the tight little isle is exactly the reverse of what is going on over here. The British are strain- ing every nerve in building for a fu- ture which for them must mean air supremacy as well as sea command. They see that within a few years, cer- tainly within a generation, vast com- merce will sweep along the airlanes and they purpose to lead in that com- merce, as for years thev have been | foremost in the ports of the world. Re-Verses. “Does Scribbler get any returns from his poetry ?” “That’s all he does get.” rantic effort to give! proper relationship is { arm limp and dropping the weight on- spend two | to the finger as directed, until the established. This is one of the best exercises for producing beautiful tones. Your Panama hat: does it need sprucing up? If so, here’s a way one . women did it successfully. Take off bands and linings. Prepare a warm but not hot castile soap suds, to each quart of which has been added a tea- spoonful of ammonia. Do not use more or it will yellow the hat. Now take a nail brush and serub. Do not neglect the under side of the brim. Rinse of the first suds with a little clear water and clear again with a second suds. This time we are going to use two rinsings, the first of clear water and the second a quart of clear to which has been added a tablespoon- ful of glycerine and a few drops of blueing. Rinse using the nail brush to work this well into the straw. The glycerine prevents the hat getting hard and out of shape. Pat with a clean, dry cloth and lay in the bright sun on a flat surface covered with a clean towel. When the hat begins to dry, shape it as de- sired, then let it alone for two or three hours, and it will be as nice and fresh as when new. Chains of beads in wood or china, in all colors of the rainbow, are free- ly used as a finish to a gown; one, for instance, is made out of alternate black and bright blue crochet beads. tell ! it. ! When you want to close a door, how ‘ clum arsenate. i of work needed to keep the weeds ; down. —The cost of producing milk in Ohio was found to be last year $3.08 ; per 100 pounds for 4.3 per cent milk, or $2.75 for 3.5 per cent milk. The total cost of keeping a cow was $209.22 and her average production was 5884 pounds of milk. The cost of produc- tion ranges sp widely from month to month that a fixed price for several months in advance is not fair to either producer, distributor or consumer. : to 30 feet apart each way and plum 1 and peach trees 16 to 20 feet apart, One-year old trees should be selected for planting, although in the case of the apple, sour cherry and pear, two- year-old trees will usually transplant successfully if they have not grown too large. The trees may be planted either in the spring or fall. They should be set just about as deep as they stood in the nursery. As soon as they are planted the tops should be pruned back somewhat. —Arsenate of lead is one of the best poisons for bugs. It can be used on any crop, has a high-killing power, sticks well and does not burn the fol. lage. Extensive tests at the Wiscon- sin College of Agriculture have led them to recommend the arsenate of lead above all other poisons, such as Paris green, arsenate of zinc and cal- 1 Paris green burns the foliage. Arsenate of zinc should not be used on any crop but potatoes. The calcium arsenate has a lower killing power and a tendency to burn the leaves. If Paris green or calcidm arsenate is used, add an equal amount of good air-slaked lime, which will prevent the burning. For potato bugs use the arsenate of lead at rate of 2.5 pounds per gallon of water, and of arsenate of zinc, 2 pounds. Apply when the bugs begin to hatch. —The fastest and cheapest gains by pigs are made before weaning time, so ordinarily it will pay to keep the small pig growing as rapidly as possible. The sow should, of course, get some good milk-producing feed, and she should be fed to her full ca- pacity as soon as the pigs are old enough to take all the milk she will give. It will not pay to limit the feed : at this time, since the pigs make the most economical gains from feed fed through the sow. When the pigs are about a month old they will be able to use more feed than that obtained from the sow, even though the sow is properly fed and a good milker. As soon as the pigs will eat, which is usually at four or five weeks of age, they should be fed separately from their dam. They should have access to a small pen where the sow cannot go to receive their feed. Skim-milk fed in a shallow pan is very good for them. The pigs may also be taught to run in to the creep for feed by al- lowing them some shelled or ear corn. As soon as they begin to eat well a slop of milk, some shorts, a little bran and some linseed oil meal or tankage, fed along with the corn, will make a ration which, with proper exercise will prevent thumps or scours. A good ration for young pigs is made up of four parts by weight of corn, four parts of shorts, one part of bran, and one part of tankage. As the pigs grow older the corn may be gradually increased until the amount has been doubled. In addition to proper feed, however, the pigs must have plenty of sunshine and exercise. These things cost little to supply and are absolutely neccessary for best results.
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