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Bellefonte, Pa., September 10, 1926.
THE LAND OF “PRETTY SOON..”
I know of a land where the streets are
paved
With the things which we meant to
achieve,
It is walled with the money we meant to
have saved;
And the pleasure for which we grieve.
The kind words unspoken, the promises
broken.
And many a coveted boon
Are stowed away there in that land some-
where—
The land of “Pretty Soon.”
There are uncut jewels of possible fame
Lying about in the dust,
And many a noble and lofty aim
Covered with mold and rust.
And oh, this place, while it seems so near,
Is farther away than the moon,
Though our purpose is fair yet we never
get there—
To the land of “Pretty Soon.”
The road that leads to that mystic land
Is strewn with pitiful wrecks,
And the ships that have sailed for its
shining strand
Bear skeletons on their decks.
It is farther at noon than it was at dawn,
And farther at night than at noon;
Oh let us beware of that land down there—
The land of “Pretty Soon.”—Ella W.
Wilcox, in Youth’s Companion.
THE LONG SPARK.
The big day finally arrived— the
day on which we were to start for the
island to pitch our tents for the sum-
mer camp.
Doc laughed.
“Well,” he said: “going camping
is a thing that most boys can’t resist.
Anyway, that young man Velky has a
good look, and he can be depended
upon, I believe. I'm sure they will
come, but we will not wait for them.
Write a note, Hawkins, and leave it
where they will find it, and tell them
that they are to come to the island
and land on the sandy beach. They
will have no trouble finding us, for
we won’t be far from that spot.”
I wrote a note, as Doc had ordered,
and after all the boys had gone down
to the river I locked the clubhouse
and tacked the note on the door. Then
I followed the others down to the old
landing.
It was a beautiful sight—the canoes
dancing on the water, the boys all
happy and laughing, as they shoved
off and bore down on their paddles,
waiting the signal from Doc to start.
And one of the most beautiful things
I had ever seen was the red motor
boat that Jeckerson had brought. It
was brand new and shiny—and
longer than most motor boats that we
had ever seen on this river.
Doc waved his hand and shouted to
the first canoe, in which were Dick
Ferris, Shadow Loomis and Jerry
Moore. They drove their paddles into
the water, and our trip to the island be-
gan. We went in single file, and by
the way the boys laughed and shouted }
while they paddled I knew they were
all in a happy frame of mind. But
somehow, while I too felt happy over
the prospect of a few weeks camping
out, there was something on my mind
that made me a bit uneasy. I turned
around to Perry Stokes, who was in
the canoe with me.
“Perry,” 1 said, “you don’t happen
to feel uneasy, do you? Sort o’ like
something is goin’ to happen?”
Perry’s eyes widened.
“No, sir I do not,” he said: “do you
feel that way, Hawkins?”
“Oh, I'm always fearing things, I
suppose,” I said, and then I turned
back to my paddling and said no more
until we reached the island. The old
sandy beach looked bright and spark-
ling in the sunlight; the great trees
lifted their green-fringed tops into the
opal sky and made a lace border
around the beautiful picture wherein
we were to pitch our tents, and where
there was to happen some of the most
exciting adventures that I have ever
experienced.
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There were four tents—the old big
one, in which we boys were to live;
the old kitchen tent, and two new ones.
Doc explained that the two new ones
were for Jeckerson and the young
man who was to look after Herman
and Fiddler. The old big tent we boys
took care of, and it was a surprise to
find that it had been somewhat
changed. Instead of wooden tent
poles Doc had bought a steel frame-
work which insured sufficient strength
to weather all storms, no matter how
high the wind might be.
“Iron is stronger than wood,” said
Doc, as we began to lay out the tent.
While we were at work the sound
of a motor boat caused us to pause
and turn our eyes toward the river.
Coming from below the island was a
white launch, and upon its nose flew
the flag of the Black Lion. There
were four boys in it; the one at the
wheel I knew by the way in which he
wore his cap pulled sharply down over
his right eye. His companions, how-
ever, I had never seen before. They
all stood in the boat, and I could see
that the three were much taller than
the Black Lion boy. They landed
upon the sandy beach, and came up to
where we were working.
“Hello,” sang out the Black Lion
boy, in a cheerful voice, and he smiled.
“Making a camp?”
“Yes,” I answered, eying him care-
fully. “Any objections?”
“Ah!” he exclaimed. “I hope you
don’t feel that way about it. I am
sorry we ever had any hard words,
Hawkins—"
“So am I,” I broke in. “I don’t like
hard words, boy. I don’t like quar-
rels.”
“You see,” he continued, “I always
wanted to be a friend of yours. It
just happened that we always met
when I had business with my ene-
mies. It put a bad look on things for
me, didn’t it?”
“I don’t look at it that way,” I said;
“you know your own business, I
guess.” ;
He laughed and shook his head.
“I hope we can be friends,” he said;
“there’s no reason for us to be on the
outs. Let’s shake hands on that. Will
ou?”
“I'm the best hand shaker you ever
saw,” I said, with a smile, as I took
the hand he stretched out to me.
“But you have it on me; you seem
to know me pretty well, but I never
have heard your name——"
“My name,” he said, with a little
laugh; “ah, yes! You should know
my name. I'm Blanken—Haley Blan-
ken, junior—that’s my name.
the fellows gave me a nickname,
didn’t you, boys?”
He turned to the three tall, thin
fellows behind him. They all nodded,
but not one said a word, :
“Your nickname,” I said; “I’d like
to know it, Blanken.”
“They call me Prince,” he said,
softly.
Jerry Moore looked up from the
place where he was fastening a rope
to an iron stake.
“I had a dog by that name once,”
he said.
Banken turned a swift look at
Jerry; for a moment I thought that
I saw a hard glitter in Blanken’s
eye. But the next I thought I was
mistaken, because Blanken’s face was
smiling as he said:
“A very good dog, I suppose, wasn’t
ity?
Jerry gave an added tug to the knot
he had tied in the rope, as he replied
without looking up:
“No! Just a cur.”
Blanken bit his lip, and I was quick
enough to see his hands double into
fists, although he did not make an
attempt to raise his arms. I thought
it time to interfere.
“My boys like to make jokes,” I
said, with a laugh. “Jerry Moore,
there, is the biggest joke maker in our
club.”
“Yeah.” said Jerry, bending back
and turning his head over his right
shoulder. “I'm the joker! You got
to watch out for me, Prince.”
And with that, then, he turned and
walked quickly toward the spot where
the rest of the stakes and things were
piled. Blanken turned to me with a
smile.
“Quite an interesting outfit, you
have here, Hawkins,” he said; “that
fellow Jerry is an entertainment in
himself. I should like to see more of
him, and I shall certainly try to do
so.”
“I hope you won’t overlook the rest
of us,” I said, laughing. “We shall
be camping here for quite some time,
and we are always glad to have
visitors.”
“How long did you say you’d be
here?” inquired the “Prince,” with a
serious face.
“I didn’t say,” I replied. “We
never set a time. We stay until we
get tired, or until the weather gets
bad. We've had some wet summers,
you know, and this old island is not
a pleasant place when the river comes
”
“It’s not a pleasant place at any
time,” said Blanken, in a dull tone.
“We have just broken camp. We've
been here for a week, but we're going
back home today. We've had enough
of jt.”
“Enough of it?” I. asked.
“Plenty and then some!” exclaimed
Blanken, and at once he seemed to
grow animated with excitement.
“Hawkins, perhaps you don’t trust me,
and perhaps you don’t think I'm fair
and square with you, but I'll give you
some advice that vou will thank me
for, some day. ‘This island is the
worst place in the world for you to
camp——"
“Why ?” demanded Shadow Loomis,
who had stood behind me, listening
quietly while all this talk had been
going on. It was Shadow’s first word.
“Why is this island the worst place?”
“I can’t answer the question,” said
Blanken. “I shall not try to answer it.
I’ll tell you this much, and it’s as
much as I or any of my gang knows:
That you will find very strange things
going on. We were the only living
beings on this island for a whole week;
and I know what happens is not being
done by anything or anybody. It just
happens.” :
“Can’t you give us just one ink-
ling,” I said; “you know, tell us
something that happened to you,
while you were camping here ?”
Blanken shook his head.
“We were not camping on this ex-
act spot,” he said, “and perhaps that
has something to do with it. But we
camped down there by the old back-
water pool—you know where that old
rotting houseboat is?”
“We ought to,” I said; “It’s the old
houseboat of a fellow who used to
belong to our club—we called him
the Skinny Guy.”
“Well,” went on Blanken, “we were
camping just a hundred yards from
that old boathouse. The first night
we saw a strange fire inside that
houseboat. It was a blueish glow—
we did not understand it. We went
there next day. But you know what
a rotten old wreck it is—a fellow
hates to step inside that mouldy thing.
There are a million lizards living
under the floor—they scamper like so
many rats when you shove open the
door. That in itself gave me the
creeps. But that isn’t all. This island
is lightning struck!”
“Lightning struck!” I repeated.
“Just what could you mean by that,
Blanken?”
“Lightning is what I mean!” he ex-
claimed. “Lightning lives here. You
can’t get away from it. You can expect
lightning when it storms. But you
don’t look for it in the bright sun, do
you? I never did. but Isawit. And at
night, when the air was calm, and the
moon shone down on our tent—it’s
lightning, I tell you. And it comes
out of a clear sky—no clouds at all—
but there’s lightning, and I’m terribly
afraid of it.”
“Lightnin’ killed six sheep in one
stroke once, under a tree on my fath-
er’s farm,” broke in Jerry Moore, as
he brought up a fresh supply of
stakes. “But it was thunderin’ for
half-an-hour before it struck.”
“But this lightning comes without
thunder!” exclaimed Blanken.
Jerry dropped the stakes in a tum-
bled heap and stared at the speaker.
“You mean you want us to believe
that 7” he asked, with a stare.
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“You boys better believe it,” said
Blanken with a light laugh, as he
turned his back on Jerry and came
forward. “Hawkins, I am your friend.
I am giving you this information, but
I don’t want you to let it frighten you,
if you think you can live on this island
in spite of it. As for me, I told my
boys we would not stay another day.
That’s why we're leaving. Our tent
was pulled down this morning; the
other fellows have it up in Watertown
by this time, and we follow as soon as
we bid you goodby—"
“Good,” said Jerry, not even looking
around.
“Don’t pay any attention to Jerry,”
I said to Blanken, as we shook hands.
“I thank you for what you have told
us. Perhaps we, too, will be pulling
up stakes tomorrow and going back.
But we will weather one night, at
least. Goodby, Blanken, and I am
glad to have had this talk with you.
Come down tomorrow, if you have a
chance, and see what we have to re-
port. I believe we want to see what's
going on here first.”
“That’s a brave spirit, anyway,”
said Blanken, as he shook my hand.
“Well, you will find that I have not
lied to you. And until I see you
again—"
“Goodby, Prince,” broke in Jerry
Moore, without looking up, as he
busily laid down stakes where they
were to be struck.
Blanken turned it off with a laugh.
But I was greatly relieved when I
saw his white launch with the Black
Lion flag disappear around the bend
in the river.
The day passed serenely, and the
tents were all up. Tired out with an '
honest day’s work, the boys had
sought their cots early, and were
soundly asleep in the big tent.
with that same feeling of uneasiness
that I had felt when we had set out
in the morning, I continued to pace
up and down outside the big tent.
The moonlight fell in splotches
through the trees, and made an ir-
regular checkerboard upon the
ground, and I caught myself step-
ping from a light spot on to a dark
spot, and figuring out in my mind
very clearly a play upon the checker-
board by which Lew Hunter had
beaten me so many times last winter
in the clubhouse.
“That’s it!” I exclaimed, half to my-
self. “I see it now. By Jinks! Lew,
will never beat me by that play
again,”
“What?” came a voice.
And, looking up, I saw Doc Waters,
in his dressing gown and slippers,
standing in front of the tent-flap. I
explained to him the checker-puzzle
that I had figured out.
“What you had better figure out,”
said Doc in a slow, steady voice, “is
how we are going to steer clear of
your friend, the Black Lion boy.”
I laughed.
“Oh, Doc!” I said. “You don’t
mean to say that I am not an even
match for the ‘Prince.’ He isn’t a bad
sort. I'm watchful. He won't put
anything over on me. But I think he
means well. He may not be smart
enough-—"’
“He’s smart enough, all right,”
broke in Doc, and as the moonlight
But .
fell upon his face, I saw a smile there.
“What’s that!”
He caught himself suddenly, and
turned his head slightly.
“Jeckerson is snoring,” I
a light laugh.
“Thank our stars for that!” said
Doc. “I don’t want Jeckerson to hear
said, with
that is, not yet. But Jerry Moore
told me some of the things he said,
and it doesn’t sound so good. I want
you to tell me everything Hawkins.”
And so I told him everything that
the “Prince” had told to me. As I
concluded, Doc laughed.
“Well,” he said, “that would mean
that our camping vacation is ruined
at the very start, wouldn’t it? But
I’m not believing all this foolishness,
Hawkins—"
“Are any of us sure it is foolish-
ness?” I cut in.
means it!” exclaims Doe. “You
don’t mean to stand there and tell me,
Hawkins, that you expect lightning
to come out of a clear sky, do you?
And even if you did, why would it
single out this lonely island to per-
form its strange tricks? No! Not by
a million! That Black Lion boy is
crazy. Didn’t he strike you as being
a little off his noodle, Hawkins?”
“Well,” I said, “no! I can’t say that
he did. He spoke very carefully, and
he spoke very well—” .
“He spoke carefully,” broke in Doc,
pointing his finger at me. “I don’t
believe him, Hawkins. Lightning can-
not come out of a clear sky, and you
know it—"
But even as he spoke there came a
, distant murmur.
“Sounds like thunder, doesn’t it?” I
asked.
The words had hardly left my lips
when there came a blinding flash. I
was quick enough to note that Doc
bent his head before I did—as though
to ward off the stroke. We both look-
ed up. The moonlight still was upon
our faces, and added to the moonlight
was a look of awe.
“Why did you bend your head?” I
asked, and the silence all about us
made me feel a few seconds as though
I were foolish in asking the question
—made me feel, I want to say, that
it was absurd to admit that there had
been a flash.
Doc did not answer me. He stood
with his arms on his hips, looking at
the moon. And then half to himself
he said:
“I should like to see that happen
once again.”
Just as quickly as though his chal-
lenge had been heard, there came the
silent flash again. It was a long
spark of forked light, bluish and un-
| holy, that seemed to leap from the
' clear sky. It rent a sudden, jagged
| vip in the moonlight, and seemed to
send its sharp point into the big tent
in which our club members lay sleep-
ing. Doc gave one sudden cry, and
darted into the tent. I was right at
his heels, but I was shaking in every
limb. The scene within the tent
steadied our nerves. The boys lay
sleeping peacefully, each on his own
cot; and the one that was vacant
seemed to reproach me for not coming
to slumber.
We tiptoed out again. And under
what this Black Lion boy told you—'
“Well, I hope you don’t think he
. the pale moonlight we stood, looking
!into the sky that seemed so serene and
! calm.
“Hawkins,” said Doc, softly, “get
| you to your bed. Whatever that forked
| lightning may be, we have nothing
i to fear from it. Go to sleep, and to-
| morrow we will talk. Of this I am
! sure—we shall find out why this
| island is lightning-struck before we
i leave it.”
Which we did.—By Robert Frank
Schulkers, in the Philadelphia Ledger.
—————— A rs emen.
April Fool Joke is Centuries Old.
Swift, in his journal, to Stella, en-
tered, according to the Mentor Maga-
zine, under date of March 31, 1713,
that he, Doctor Arbuthnot, and Lady
Masham had been amusing themselves
that evening by contriving “a lie for
tomorrow.” A man named Noble had
been hanged a few days before. The
“lie concocted by these three was
that Noble had come to life again in
the hands of friends, but was held
i once more by the sheriff, and now lay
.at the Black Swan in Holborn, in the
custody of a messenger. “We are all,”
says Swift, “to send to our friends,
to know whether they have heard
anything of it, and so we hope it will
spread.” On the following day, April
1, the learned dean sent his servant
to several homes to inquire among
' the footmen, not letting his own man
“into the secret. But nothing could be
‘heard of the resuscitation of Noble;
! when he concluded that “his col-
| leagues did not contribute” as they |
‘ought to have done. One April fool
joke that failed!
{| The first day of April, All Fools’
day, has long been in America and
most European countries a day that
enjoys a character all its own, in that
| it is consecrated to impositions upon
unsuspecting persons. While the date
.is well remembered, yet the origin of
| the custom cannot be traced with any
degree of certainty. In the literature
‘of the past century there are many
: references to it, and yet beyond that
it is scarcely possible to go.
tom in India. The Hindus practiced
precisely similar pranks on March 31,
when they held what is known as the
. Hull festival. There is an old tradi-
{ tion among the Jews that the custom
of making fools on the first day of
April rose from the fact that Noah
sent out the dove on the first day of
the month corresponding with our
April, before the water had abated.
To perpetuate the memory of the
great deliverance of Noah and his
family, it was customary on that an-
niversary to punish persons who had
forgotten the remarkable circum-
stances connected with the date by
sending them on some fruitless errand
similar to that on which the patriarch
sent the luckless bird from the ark.
{ Leviathan Selected for Legion Paris
Trip.
The United States liner Leviathan
| was selected last week by the France
“convention travel committee, meeting
| at Vinal Haven, Maine, at the summer
home of Alton T. Roberts, as the flag-
[on for the convoy of 24 vessels
{ which will carry more than 30,000
former doughboys next year to Paris
for the annual national convention of |
the American Legion.
This decision according to John J.
Wicker, Jr., national travel director,
followed that of the committee te go
ahead with plans for the trip tc
France.
“The new national commander of
the legion who will be elected this fall
at the national convention in Phila-
delphia will travel on the flagship,
with a delegation of the Legion repre-
senting every State in the union. The
official guard of honor also will make
the trip both ways in the Leviathan,”
Mr. Wicker said.
While Mr. Wicker would not com-
ment it was the belief of a number
of legion officials that General John J.
Pershing will be elected to lead the
second A. E. F. Legionnaires from
many parts of the country are said to
be in favor of his election in order
that he may once more head Ameri- |
cans on their arrival in France.
Not until the capacity of the Amer-
ican ships is exceeded will foreign
vessels be assigned to carry delegates
and visitors to the convention said
Wicker."
“Among the boats in the convoy,”
he continued, “Amerjesny will be glad
to learn, is the U. S.
membered for its brave rescue in a
terrific storm at sea last winter of the
crew of the steamer Antinone. Cap-
tain George Fried, hero of that ex-
ploit, will be at the helm as usual. I!
think Legionnaires will be glad to
know that theirs will be the first
American convention to go abroad as
far as possible on American boats.”
| First 17-Year-Old Locust Found.
! The 17-year-old locust is here or
rather an advance guard, since the in-
"sects in droves are not scheduled until
next year. Bessie Roth, daughter of
Mrs. R. A. Roth, 1143 Walnut St.,
Allentown, found one of the locusts on
the lawn in front of her home. The
insect was alive, but weak, having
just emerged from the cell. This is
| believed to be the first of the 17-year-
old locusts to be found in the State,
since the State department has recent-
ly issued a bulletin stating that none
| of these pests had been seen.
| This breed of locust, scientifically
known as the Cicada (sik a’da) is not
‘as harmful as supposed, according
to the encyclopedia, since it does not
feed on leaves of trees or plants, nor
upon the farmer's grain fields.
{ Its eggs are laid in slits cut in
young branches of trees. This slit-
| ting of the twig is the only harm done,
and it is because the cicada appears
somewhat dreaded.
Ass ——
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like if bottled:
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FARM NOTES.
—Dairy cattle are markets for farm
crops. Prices are good or poor ac-
cording to the quality or producing
ability of the cattle on the farm.
—Silage is one of the best and
cheapest feeds for milk production.
Anyone keeping a dairy herd can well
afford to ensile a portion of his crop
for next winter's feeding.
—Grading fruit pays. The small,
as well as the large, sell best if by
themselves and not mixed with sev-
eral other sizes. A sign soon pays for
itself in the increased value of the
crop.
—There is nothing like outdoor
range, either in green yards or on sod,
to keep up the health of a flock of
hens. This is especially true of hens
that are to be used as breeders. In-
cidentally, it answers the question of
green feed.
—Spinach may be planted in cold-
frames until the middle of Septem-
April fooling is an immemorial cus- |
S. Roosevelt, re- |
| periodically in great hordes they are |
ber. Make the rows four inches apart
and thin the plants to four inches in
i the row. Be sure the soil is kept fair-
i ly moist and is well supplied with lime
; and fertilizer.
—Soybeans for hay cure best if cut
just after the pods form. If permit-
ted to stand until the beans in the
pods are fully developed, the pods:
cure much more slowly than the rest
of the plant. Then, too, short days
land poorer curing weather are en-
. countered.
i —DBe sure that there is a suppiy of
, crates, picking baskets or bags, and
' ladders for the winter apples: Clean
{ out the storage, and if it is not sweet
‘or sanitary, sweeten it with white-
wash, bordeaux, or a disinfectant,
| taking care to ventilate thoroughly
before using.
—=Set Pansies this month—Pansies
may be planted out this month. Sow
the seeds in well-fertilized soil, culti-
vate carefully to encourage strong
growth this fall, and cover the plants
with a light mulch before freezing
weather sets in this fall. You will be
rewarded with blooms early next
spring.
—Flies are particularly bad at this
time of the year. Keep them out of
the house by using a teaspoonful of 40
per cent formaldehyde in a pint of
milk which has been diluted with an
equal quantity of water. Put in shallow
pans in which pieces of bread are
placed to provide lighting places for
the flies. The flies should have no
other access to water. Keep the pans
out of reach of the children.
—How many vegetables will be
available in your garden in October?
A Cambria county gardener last sea-
son had more than twenty ready for
{use when the first freeze came. In a
! southern Pennsylvania garden recent-
‘ly 32 vegetables were counted, all of
. which should be available late in the
| fall. There is a greater possibility
| for variety of products in the fall
| garden than in the early one.
—The best layers on Pennsylvania
poultry demonstration farms in July
were the 194 White Leghorng owned
‘by P. W. Gleason, of Oscaola. They
led the 50-hen division, the Pennsyl-
{ vania State College poultry extension
. monthly report shows.
I. E. Waltman’s 102 White Leg-
horns at New Albany led the flocks
of 100 or more pullets, and 358 White
Leghorns on the farm of Paul G.
Eshelman, Camp Hill, topped the
fiocte of 100 or more hens and pul-
ets.
t —Every farm should have a suita-
able place in which to handle and care
for milk. Milk ordinances and sani-
tary regulations of boards of health
in many communities require that
milk houses or spring houses be part
, of the regular dairy equipment. "Milk
‘or dairy houses separate from other
buildings give the best satisfaction.
Extension Circular 107, which tells
how to build them, will be mailed free
by the Pennsylvania State College, if
you send your request to the agricul-
tural publications office of that insti-
tution at State College, Pa.
—In some of the recent experiments
reported from the South Dakota ex-
periment station, ground soy beans
were found to be similar in effect in
the ration to linseed meal, and of
.somewhat greater value for milk
production. Soy-bean hay was found
to be more valuable for milk produc-
tion than alfalfa hay. The ground
soy beans do not appear to have any
effect on the qualities, although with
some cows they tended to increase
' the percentage of butter fat,
Since the development of oil fac-
i tories in Illinois, the feeding of soy
beans cake from which the oil has
been extracted is likely to be consid-
ered more practicable than the feed-
i ing of the whole ground soy bean.
—There is a growing demand on
| the part of consumers for a high-test-
‘ing milk. This, says the dairy depart-
I ment of the New Jersey College of
| Agriculture, makes of interest tc
: dairymen some recent experiments
which seem to prove that it is possi-
ble to increase a cow’s fat or “cream”
production. *
A series of tests at the University
of Missouri shows that cows in fat
i condition at calving time will produce
milk testing higher in butterfat dur-
ing the year. Seven Jersey cows be-
ginning their lactation in this condi-
tion gave milk averaging 5.5 per cent
butterfat. Another group of Jerseys
beginning lactation in a thin condi-
tion, averaged 5.2 per cent butterfat
The same relation held true with Hol
steins and Ayrshires.
Three-tenths of one per cent does
not seem very much comments the
college, but with a herd producing
from 50,000 to 100,000 pounds of mill
a year the increase in butterfat is ar
appreciable item.
Contrary to the opinion of some
the butterfat content of a cow’s mill
cannot be raised by feeding certair
products. Numerous tests at severa
SKperiment stations have establishec
this.
The conclusion is made that giving
cows a good rest and fitting them fo:
the following lactation is a saving
proposition.
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