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TIRED.
Tired, so tired of wating
For the ship that never comes;
Tired, so tired of having
In life the scantiest crumbs.
Tired, so tired of longing
For the love that still delays;
Tired, so tired of treading
The old familiar ways.
Tired, so tired of hoping
To see thy face once more,
Tired, so tired of thinking—
Ah! the happy days of yore!
WOLF! WOLF!
The snow was not deep, but firm
and crisp in the dry cold. It made a
pleasant, soft crunch, under his long,
webbed snowshoes as Sim e
came swinging across the slant of the
ridge. He had been fishing, through
a hole which he had chopped through
the ice, in the litle lake beyond the
ridge, and he had a couple of big
trout in his haversack. And now, as
the last cold glow of pinkish saffron
was fading behind the black curve of
hills to the westward, he was in a
hurry to get home. He did not notice
the austere, desolate beauty of that
dying glow in the distance. He was
hungry, and hoping that his fire had
not gone out during his absence. Yet
he was not thinking of his supper
with any great relish. He was tired
of thick fat bacon and soggy flour
flapjacks and stewed dried apples. He
was even somewhat satiated with
fried trout. His thoughts turned to
fresh meat—a tender juicy steak;
yes, that was what he hankered after!
But what was the good of dwelling
upon it? He proceeded to comfort
himself with the prospect of a bi
mug—several big mugs—of hot, blac
tea, well sweetened with molasses.’
That, at least, one never tired of; and
at the thought he hastened his pace,’
with that long, deliberate, loping
stride of the trained snowshoer, which
seems so leisurely and yet eats up the
miles so fast.
Absorbed in these thoughts, Pur-
die rounded a dense patch of young fir
growth—and stopped short with a
grunt of surprise. A half grown deer,
landing from a wild leap, had almost
collided with him. He had one vivid
glimpse of the slender creature as it
checked itself violently, its eyes
starting with terror, its flanks heav-
ing with exhaustion, its flaring nos-
trils spattering blood and foam. Then,
as it leaped aside, staggeringly, his
axe hurled forward with sure aim,
and the doe came down, it’s muzzle
plowing up the snow.
“Here's my fresh steak !” thought
Purdie exultantly, as he sprang for-
ward.
As he examined his prize, which
had evidently been hunted long and
hard, a chorus of savage snarls arose
behind him. He turned sharply. Not
forty paces back, bunched on the trail
of the deer, stood six or seven wolves,
glaring at him with eyes like points
of pale green fire. They all stood
stiffly braced, the thick hair erect up-
on their necks with rage. Purdie
sensed their hate, their fury at being
thus balked of their kill when it was
almost in their teeth. But he had a
poor opinion of these small gray
Eastern wolves. There was no deny-
ing, however, that they had done him
an exeedingly good turn. The best
trained hunting-dogs could not have
run that deer better for him. He
grinned at them amiably.
“Thank ye kindly,” said he.
At the sound of his crisp voice the
wolves stirred uneasily, but, to his
surprise, stood their ground.
“You needn’t wait,” he continued,
raising his voice sharply. “I ain't
going to ask you home for supper.
Now git out! Scat!” He took a
stride forward, lifting his axe. And
the gray forms, seeming to shrink,
slunk aside and vanished among the
dark firs.
“An that’s that!
timber wolves,” muttered Purdie,
stooping to pick up his prize. Sling-
ing it over his shoulders, head down-
ward, he started for home, with joy-
ous anticipations. The discomfited
wolves he completely dismissed from
his mind.
To reach his cabin he had yet a
couple of miles to go. For perhaps
half a mile his way led across an
open slope, broken only by an oc-
casional bush or rounded boulder
covered with snow. There was not a
breath of wind. In the still cold, the
moisture of his breath froze stiffly
about his bearded lips. The dull gray-
violet and confused palor of the win-
ter twilight faded into the uniform
dark translucency of a night of steel
sharp stars.
Presently the trail which Purdie
was following led him again along the
edge of the trees, on his right, while
on his left the open slope fell away
to the bed of the frozen and buried
streams. And now Purdie was awak-
ened from his anticipations of supper
by a sudden glimpse of dim, gray
shades keeping pace with him among
the trees higher up the slope. The
woods at this point were open and
scattered, and he made out these
gray shapes, as they darted from co-
vert to covert, quite clear enough to
understand what it menat. The
wolves whom he had robbed of their
prey were seeing him home. He was
annoyed, and also surprised. Such
persisent audacity was not like
wolves as he knew them. Then hi’
surprise diminished, and his annoy-
ance increased—as he reflected upon
a fact which he had noted earlier in
the winter but had not paid much at-
tention to. This was one of those re-
curring periods of a rabbit famine—
those years when the rabbits die off
in myriads during the summer or au-
tumn, and all the hunting beasts, to
whom the swarms of big, lusty snow-
shoe rabbits are as their daily bread,
find themselves faced with something
near starvation. Yes, he had noticed
how scarce the rabbit tracks were
that winter. That accounted for the
boldness of these vermin in presum-
ing to trail a man. They were rav-
enous. And then his keen eyes in-
Glad they ain’t
formed him that the wolves had in-
creased in number. There seemed to
be considerably more of them than
the little bunch which he had first en-
countered and so unceremoniously put
to flight. At this he was conscious
of a slight uneasiness, which he
angrily repudiated. He hastened his
steps, but, at the same time swerv-
ing closer to the trees, to show the
slinking beasts that he had his eye on
them. And the wolves swerved also,
deeper back among the trees—became
so shadowy, indeed, that he began to
think they had given up their futile
but irritating pursuit.
| A mile farther on the trail ran
{through a dark and narrow tunnel
‘of branchy hemlocks. As Purdie
‘came up to it, with a creepy sensa-
| tion in his backbone, he noticed that
ithe darkness of the tunnel, and of
: the trees on either side, was flecked
. here and there, low down, with faint,
shifting sparks of greenish light. The
wolves were there ahead of him.
This was too much, this insolence.
With a yell of outraged indignation
and amazement Purdie threw discre-
tion to the winds and dashed forward
straight into the tunnel, shouting
abuse. The glinting eyes made way
for him, amid a ghostly rustling of
padded feet.
The black tunnel was only a few
yards in depth, but the few seconds
he took to traverse it seemed to Pur-
die uncomfortably long. Just as he
emerged into the starlit glimmer of
the open slope beyond, a hissing
breath caught hisear and with in-
stinctive action that was quicker than
thought he swung round to his left,
sweeping his axe low. A big wolf,
bolder than his fellows was in mid
spring at his throat. His axe caught
it fair in the loins. With a choked
yelp it fell, shorn almost in half.
Purdie leaped forward. And behind
him rose a turmoil of harsh snarls as
the wolves threw themselves upon
the body of their slain comrade and
ravenously tore it to pieces.
Purdie’s cabin was now not more
than a half mile away, across the
open, but out of sight behind a group
of firs which served it as a wind
break in time of blizzard. Purdie
lengthened his stride to a run unhur-
ried, deliberate, but none the less as
swift as he could make it without sac-
rifice of breath or energy. He had
' been forced to the conclusion, by this
time, that the wolves meant business;
and he cursed himself for having left
his rifle, his handy and deadly repeat-
er, at home. He knew that he could
save his own skin, easily enough, if
he choose to relinquish to his pursu-
ers the precious but heavy burden
which he bore on his back. But that
. was a solution which he obstinately
‘refused to consider. Rather would
he drop it if necessary, and stand
over it, and fight the battle out with
his unerring axe.
i As he came to this decision the
snarlings behind died away and he
knew that the wolves, having finished
their cannabalistic repast—which
would not do more than wet their ap-
petites and make them the more rav-
enous—were again in silent pursuit. A
swift glance over his shoulder show-
ed him that they were more than a
dozen in number and were spreading
out in a wide semicircle, apparently
with the purpose of surrounding him.
But being now in the open, they were
wary and were keepr~g their distance,
at least for the moment. Purdie knew
well enough, however, from what had
, already happened, that they would
get themslves worked up to a new at-
tack. The question was simply how
near he could get to his cabin before
the crisis should come. In order tc
delay it as long as possible, from time
to time he halted abruptly turned
sharply with a menacing sweep of his
exe and shouted at his pursuers
authoritatively. Each time he did so
he found that the wolves had drawn a
little nearer; and each time, whether
intimidated by his voice or under-
standing the peril of that swift
swinging axe the wolves shrank back
again uneasily.
But that last half mile—how long
it seemed. Purdie was puzzled by
the fact that the wolves made no at-
tempt to complete their maneuvers
and surround him, as with their great
speed they could so easily have done.
They maintained their wide semi-
circle behind him, the leaders at its
tips just keeping pace with him. He
concluded that their purpose was to
wear him out and so have a less dan-
gerous antagonist to deal with in the
final fight. They did not know that
he was nearing home and safety. At
the thought of how they were going
to be fooled he laughed aloud; and a
quiver of nervousness went through
the ranks of his pursuers.
At last, Purdie reached the grove
of firs. He rounded it, with a sigh
of relief. There was the welcome
cabin, little more than a hundred
yards away. Triumphantly he raced
for it, his weariness all gone.
Barely a score of paces behind him
the wolves too rounded the grove,
except those on the extreme left,
which pushed through the under-
brush. Their leader saw the cabin
and perceived that there quarry was
about to escape them. He yelped a
signal and instantly the tactics of the
pursuit was changed. The whole
pack gathered in and hurled itself af-
ter Purdie at top speed, the gaunt
leader somewhat in advance.
Over secure, Purdie had not noted
this change of tactics. He was with-
in adozen yardsofhis door when
a tremendous jerk upon his burden
almost dragged him backwards. To
save his balance he was forced to
loose his grip and throw up his hands.
The carcass of the doe was snatched
from him. A desperate stroke of his
axe cleft the head of a wolf which
was just making a slash at his leg.
Another lightning blow struck short,
but sent its victim off yelping with
the loss of an ear. And in the next
two seconds Purdie gained his door
and slammed it behind him, leaving
his precious prize to the famished
wolves,
Kicking his feet clear of the ham-
pering snowshoes, Purdie snatched up
his rifle, took one hasty glance to see
that the chamber was fully loaded
and strode to the door.
rage he flung it open. The body. .of
the deer was completely hidden by
the snarling, tearing, fighting pack.
He stepped outside, set the gun to his
—
_ shoulder, and with a grim smile be-
In a cold!
picking off his antagonists care-
ully, one by one. He was a sure
shot, and his victims dropped in si-
len hile those Srtoucher pent on
pis ily tearing at their prey. No
till five had fallen did the
awaken to the noise of the reports.
Then, suddenly realizing the situation,
they lifted their dripping muzzles and
fied away in silence, through the
glimmering dark. “That'll larn’em, 1
reckon!” muttered Purdie, as he step-
ped over to see what was left of his
precious fresh meat.
Assuredly those wolves had never
been taught the hygienic importance
of eating slowly and che their
food thoroughly. Even in the few
moments which Purdie had allowed
them, they had got away with most
of the carcass. rdie turned the
torn remnants over, rather ruefully,
with his foot, then cleansed them
carefully with handfuls of snow and
ay them up with his knife. This
done he found there were still a few
good cuts left, besides any quantity
generous cutlets, hung the carcass, by
length of rabbit wire, from the
branch of a tree beside his door, at
such a height that no night maraud- |
ers could reach it either from above
or below, and dragged the dead
wolves indoors to be skinned, for their
He light-
fine pelts, at his leisure. |
ed his tin lantern, got the fire going
in his handy little stove and then, in
huge content, proceeded to cook him-
self such a meal as his whole being
had been hankering after for many
weeks. Outside in the immense and
voiceless solitude, the cold space it- |
self settled down upon the world.
But in the warm, dim-lighted cabin
the savory smell of frying venison
filled the air, and Sim Purdie, scratch- |
ing his head as he watched the fry-'
ing pan, felt that life was not so bad
after all as some folks made it out to
be—Our Paper.
Darker Colors in Auto Plates for Next
Year.
What gentleman may prefer has
nothing to do with the case in the
choosing of colors for automobile li-
cense plates
With
cording to the Chicago Motor Club.
The “brunette” in license plates is
an association summary of the colors
in all States show.
Twenty-three different color motifs
will be used in 1929 and no single one
can be said to prevail, though six will |
be yellow figures on a black back-
ground and an equal number will be
orange and black. Black on white,
used by five States this year will be
used by only four in 1929, white on:
green and white on black being used
in four instances each. Nine States
and the district of Columbia will use
this year’s colors, reversing them as
to background and lettering.
The complete list of the variety of
hues represented in the identification
of the nation’s transportation system
on rubber tires was reported to the
Chicago Motor Club yesterday by the
American Automobile Association as
follows:
State
Alabama—Yellow on Black.
Arizona—White on Maroon.
Arkansas—Gray on Blue.
California—Orange on Red.
, Colorado—White on Red.
Connecticut—White on Maroon.
Delaware—Blue on Old Gold.
Dis. of Columbia—Yellow on Black.
Florila-—Orange on Blue.
Georgia—Orange on Black.
‘ Idaho—Orange on Black.
Illinois—Black on Red.
Indiana—Black on Orange.
Towa—Black on Green.
Kansas—Black on Yellow.
Kentucky—White on Blue.
Louisiana—Yellow on Black.
Maine—White on Blue.
Maryland—WHhite on Green.
Massachusetts—White on Blue.
Michigan—Yellow on Black.
Minnesota—White on Black.
Mississippi— White on Maroon.
Missouri—White on Black.
Montana—Black on White.
Nebraska—White on Black.
Nevada—Black on Orange.
New Hampshire—Green on White.
New Jersey—White on Gray.
New Mexico—Red on Yellow.
New York—Black on Yellow.
North Carolina—White on Blue.
North Dakota—Black on Aluminum.
Ohio—Black on Green.
Oklahoma—Yellow on Black.
Oregon—White on Black.
Pennsylvania—Gold on Blue.
Rhode Island—Black on White.
South Dakota—White on Green.
Tennessee—White on Green.
Texas—Orange on Black.
Utah—Yellow on Black.
Vermont—Gold on Maroon.
Virginia—Black on Orange.
Washington—White on Green.
West Virginia—Orange on Black.
Wisconsin—Green on White.
Wyoming—Maroon on Pear Gray.
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| Worker in 264 Blood Transfusions.
Paris—Two hundred and sixty-four
persons who have never met one an-
other owe their lives to Raymond
Briez, employee in the Paris fruit
market, known to Parisians as “sav-
iour of his fellow-men” because of
his heroism in submitting to blood
transfusion operations.
The operations have cost Briez ex-
actly twenty-two liters of his blood,
but such is his stamina and blood-
making qualities, that he is the pic-
ture of health. Recently he under-
went two operations for transfusion
in one day, one at 11 o’clock in the
morning and the other at four in the
afternoon.
“Briez’s blood is particularly adapt-
able to transfusion,” declares Dr. Bec-
art, well known Parisian surgeon who
“discovered” this physical wonder.
| “It has been marvelous to see the
vigor which, by his willing sacrifice,
he has imparted to frail, enfeebled
people.
ceived a new lease of life from him.”
During last July, Briez submitted
to twenty-one transfusions. For each
operation he had to ask time off from
‘his work, which occupies him from
three a. m. to midday.
{ The Paris newspaper
justly re-
in the various States. :
9 States changing the eolor
combination of nnmerals and back-
ground for 1929 plates, there is a de- |
cided trend toward darker colors ac-
Color Scheme :
Rich folks and poor have re-:
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| But though the left one is not right
| The right one’s left, by heck!
Then, infantile paralysis
They say I've barely missed,
But spinal meningitis may
Soon put me on the list.
| Bill's Star.
We laughed when little Bill said “Dad,
I'm going to the war!”
| But that’s his star a-waving
On the flag outside our door.
It didn’t seem conceivable
: That such a puny lad
Could get into the Army,— -
BO ee I ay | But it shows the spunk he had.
Yes, Bill was a persistent,
Bull-headed little cuss
Though when the doctors turned him down
He didn’t make a fuss,
Just said, “Me for the country, Dad,
I'll come back fine as silk;
I'll eat my weight in potcheese
And I'll swim in cream and milk.”
That night he came and told me
Just before he went to bed,
As near as he remembered,
What the Army doctors said:
“They listened through a stethoscope
To get some inside news,
And something in my heart told me
| That I was going to lose.
They didn’t mention leprosy,
I'm glad I haven't that
But I’ve got everything else, Dad,
To put me on the mat.
I'm underweight and undersized;
They say I have flat feet;
increasing its lead over the “blonde” | I'm short a few bicuspids
i Used for flecherizing meat.
My right lung is as good as new,
The other one’s a wreck
My optic nerves do not project
Clear pictures to my brain;
My pericardium shows that
I'm suffering from ptomaine
Then somewhere in my system
There’s a floating kidney loose
And there’s too much saly-something
In my pancreatic juice.
They hinted at sarcoma ; bots
Of the epithelium; x
I don’t know what it is but you'll
Admit that’s going some!
My respiration is too short;
My tonsils are too long;
My whole metabolism is
Absodamlutely wrong!
But why should a corpse worry?
I don’t care now, what they said,—
Their autopsy distinctly shows
I’ve been a long time dead!”
Bill left next for the old farm
Owned by his doting aunts,—
We haven’t seen him since, although
He wrote us from France.
We laughed when little Bill said, ‘Dad,
I'm going to the war!”
But that’s his star a-waving
On the flag outside our door.
Yes, Bill was a persistent,
Bull-headed little cuss—
He writes he’s now chief deck-hand
On an eight-ton Army bus.
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marks that Briez is probably unique
in the world and the suggestion has
been made that his sacrifices should
be rewarded by the bestowal of the
Legion of Honor.
i Typhoid Vaccine is not Panacea.
! The increased demand upon the
State Health Department’s stock of
typhoid vaccine in localities where
| typhoid fever has appeared, indicates
a misconception on the part of the
public with regard to the proper use
and efficiency of this preventive treat-
ment, according to a statement made
today by Dr. J. Moore Campbell, chief
of the bureau of communicable dis-
eases.
“Typhoid vaccine is not at all val-
uable in developed cases nor will it
have any effect in limiting infections
in an existing epidemic,” Dr. Camp-
bell said. “Six weeks are required to
develop protection by this method in
| the individual. For this reason this
treatment can not be depended upon
lS
to prevent additional cases in a house-
hold where the disease has already
manifested itself. Therefore, to ex-
pect its use to limit or check an epi-
demic which has already begun is mis-
placed optimism.
“Where cases of this disease have
developed the community will be
more surely protected through the
discovery and elimination of the cause
of the outbreak. With the efficiency
of the present-day public health or-
ganizations this information and sub-
sequent control of the infecting agen-
cy is ordinarily a matter of hours.
“Typhoid vaccine is of unquestion-
ed value in scattered communities
where safe water and milk supplies
do not exist and where proper sew-
age disposal is lacking. Moreover, it
has its logical use in the immuniza-
tion of these whose daily occupation
exposes them to infection such as
nurses, plumbers and sanitary engi-
neers. It also is necessary for travel-
ers and campers,” concluded Dr.
Campbell.
FARM NOTES.
| —Hog men who co not raise alfal-
fa for summer, as well as for winter
use, are not living up to their oppor-
tunities.
i —Cod liver oil, to prevent leg
weakness and promote growth, can
be fed to growing chicks in the pro-
portion of one pound to 100 pounds of
mash.
| —In order to insure a good lamb
crop the ewes should be turned on
fresh pasture a few weeks before
breeding, and should be given a little
n.
i. —Sunshine is one of the best dis-
!infectants. Be sure all live stock is
‘ getting plenty of this free nature's
; tonic, especially the young growing
, animals.
{ —Some folks take away the mash
: when the flock is molting, and feed
‘only grain. This is a mistake. The
! mash supplies most of the hen’s pro-
| tein, if it’s a good one, and feathers
i are made chiefly of that element, be-
ing 80 per cent. protein.
. —The lime that is in the soil is sub-
ject to a continual loss through leach-
(ing out in the drainage water. The
rapidity with which it leaches out va-
ries with the amount in the soil, the
amount of rainfall, the soil texture,
and the kind of covering on the soil.
—Grade and house all pullets as
‘they come into production. All pul-
i lets should be in winter quarters not
: later than November 1, even though
they are not laying at that time. Pul-
lets allowed to roost in the trees dur-
:ing the cold November nights fre-
quently come down with colds after
being housed.
—The education of the foal should
not be postponed until it is desired
to “break” him as a 8-year-old. The
foal needs to be taught obedience
from the start and not allowed to be-
: come wilful or headstrong. Break to
i use of the halter early; Te kind and
: patient. A foal responds quickly to
the treatment received.
i —In replacing shingle roofs with
metal roofing the down rods should
. be connected to the eaves at the four
corners of the building instead of at
the two peaks as in some old systems.
| There should be points on all the
{ cupolas and chimneys. The ends of
{ the hay tracks should be connected
i to the roof and any door track more
than six fecg away from electric light
: circuits can be grounded to the rods.
—Condition of the corn at ensiling
time and not poor packing is the
. cause of moldy and inferior quality
| silage, according to recent experi-
ments conducted by the Wisconsin
| Agricultural Experiment station. To
i eliminate moldy silage, corn should
be ensiled shortly after it is dented.
{ Corn that is over-ripe, wilted or
{ frozen when put into the silo carries
i large amounts of air. Several days
elapse before the oxygen is exhausted
jin the silage process and it is durin
| this period that molds make rapi
' growth.
i In testing out their theories, the
men working on the problem buried
three empty crates in silage at vary-
ing depths at the time the silo was
filled. In late winter or spring, when
. the crates were dug out as the silage
i was fed, no signs of spoilage were
found around the crates.
—Pennsylvania farmers have indi-
cated their intention to seed a winter
! wheat acreage one per cent. less than
' the planting last fall, according to re-
ports to the federal-state crop re-
' porting service of the Pennsylvania
' department of agriculture.
If these plans are carried through,
| the Pennsylvania wheat plantings this
| fall will total 1,231,000 acres com-
pared with the estimated planting of
1,243,000 acres in the fall of 1927.
The intended acreage this fall is also
12,000 acres less than the plantings
intended for the fall of 1927, when
farmers were enabled by favorable
weather to seed the acreage planned
in August.
The average abandonment of wheat
during the past ten years has been
2.9 per cent. of the planted area. With
average abandonment this winter, the
intended seeding would net a harvest
of 1,195,000 acres compared with the
1,144,000 acres harvested this sum-
mer.
Pennsylvania’s intended wheat acre-
age is 7.4 per cent. less than the ave-
rage fall planting from 1909 to 1913,
15 per cent. lower than the 1914-1918
average and 6.7 per cent. below the
1919-1923 average.
—The continued success of the
swine-sanitation system, developed by
the United States Department of
Agriculture in Illinois and now wide-
ly used throughout the Central West,
is discussed in a recent report to the
department by Dr. J. E. Gibson, fed-
eral inspector in charge of hog-chol-
era-control work conducted by Pur-
due university. In bringing the sys-
tem to the attention of Indiana hog
raisers, federal veterinarians have
conducted post-mortem demonstra-
tions, showing the damage done by
round worms which the system, when
used, prevents.
A leading swine breeder in Rush
county, Ind., stated that the benefits
he had derived from such a demon-
stration and lecture delivered four
years ago had “turned a losing prop-
osition into one that is now showing
a splendid profit.”
“Up to that time,” he continued,
“the average number of pigs per sow
had been about 3%, and the few pigs
that grew to maturity, when market-
ed at 104 months of age, weighed
about 200 pounds. Now the average
number of pigs per sow is a fraction
above 7 and they weigh 200 pounds
when about 7 months old.”
Approximately 6,000 farmers in In-
diana have attended lectures and post-
mortem demonstrations similar to
the one cited which resulted in such
striking success.
Doctor Gibson also stated that the
system of swine sanitation is now be-
ing fully carried out by more than
325 swine growers in 16 Indiana coun-
ties. Still other growers are follow-
ing the system partially. Owing to
the improved sanitary conditions
where the system is followed, the dan-
ger of hog cholera is reduced consid-
erably, though inspectors of the bu-
reau of animal industry keep before
swine growers the necessity for im-_
munizing herds as a means of pre-
venting hog cholera with practical
, certainty.