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Bellefonte, Pa., June 27, 1930.
MOVING THINGS AROUND.
She's always moving things around.
Why, just last night a chair I found
That she had put against the wall
Where once there wasn't one at all.
Of course, I'd not have minded that
A chair, or where she put it at,
Or anything she chose to park,
But I found this one in the dark.
she’s always moving things about
1 find she took the cookies out
Of that blue jar, and that's all right,
But I went out there just last night
*’o lunch before I went to bed
And she had put in lard instead..
Now, I like cookies, as I say.
And even lard, but not that way.
She's always moving things afar,
“hey're never where you think they
are.
7 leave a hammer on the stair;
“Tomorrow morning is it there?
I leave my shoes upon the floor;
Xow, who would look behind the door?
There's not a woman in this town
Who leaves things where men lay them
down.
BARS.
“I killed her because I loved her.
1 don’t care what you do with me,
That was Cotter’s statement when
they found him standing above the
victim with a still-smoking gun
held in his hand. It remained his
only statement throughout all the
weary weeks of the Grand Jury
hearings, the ensuing indictment and
into the very court room itself.
The Court assigned him an at-
torney, whose services he frankly
did not want.
“It's the law,” they told Cotter.
“You are indicted for first degree
murder and cannot plead guilty. The
State must satisfy itself before tak- |
i our life.”
TE ery well. I don’t care,” he re-
sponded listlessly. “I don't see
why we have to make all this fuss
about it. I killed her because I
loved her. I admit it.
nothing to prove.” ,
“There is a great deal to prove,
the assigned lawyer argued. |
don’t seem to realize that you're
headed for the chair.
them a battle on the sheer evi-
dence they've got, they'll never
burn you! I might even get you
off with a short sentence for man-
slaughter. We'd try the insanity
gag if you'd help a bit.”
“I wasn’t insane,”
simply. “I knew when I killed her.
I remember every move I made and
every one she made. There was
just something inside me made me
do it. I loved her, but I'm glad I
did it. I had to do it.”
So it was that there was little
enough of a case. Cotter himself
was the only eye-witness. From the
standpoint of the trial, an ambitious
lawyer stood discouraged.
The District Attorney recognized
this fact; perhaps felt a little
There's
sympathy for the mute man who,
was slowly growing gray in the
cell, where he awaited disposition of
this case. In any event, he agreed
to take a plea of guilty in second
degree murder which called for a
natural life sentence. And soit was
arranged.
The Judge heard the evidence and
the plea, read the indictment with
judicious care, then pronounced the
sentence.
Tt is the judgment and the sen-
tence of this Court,” he droned,
“that you be confined at hard labor
in the State Prison for the rest of
your natural life” He spoke
slowly, ponderously, and his tongue
seemed to hesitate as it formed the
last even words.
Cotter showed no emotion unless
it was of relief. For him, the busi-
ness of uncertainty, at least, was
over, They led him from the court
room and men and women looked
upon him with curiosity. He drop-
ped his glance toward his feet and
kept it there as they traversed the
well filled corridor of the ancient
building.
The afternoon
briefly to the case:
papers referred
JONOTHAN COTTER RECEIVES LIFE
SENTENCE.
KILLER PLEADS. GUILTY TO WIFE
MURDER AND IS SENTENCED
BY JUDGE STRAND.
Jonothan Cotter, who, several
months ago, was found standing ov-
er the body of his murdered wife
with a smoking revolver still
clutched in this hand, today received
a life sentence.
The District Attorney agreed
accept a murder plea of guilty in
the second degree, thus saving the
State the cost of trial.
“That is a peculiar case,” Roland
B. Nevers, the attorney assigned by
the Court to the defense, said after
sentence had been pronounced. “I
have never met a man like Cotter
With proper defensive measures, the
State would have had a hard time
proving a lawful case against him.
But he would not fight. I agreed
to the second degree plea only after
he
himself in any way.”
Cotter is a successful business
man, who has operated an uptown
department store over a period of
years. He and his wife, the
former Miss Sunny Weather in a
popular extravaganza, occupied a
luxurious apartment in the city and
it was there that the crime was
committed.
The murderer will be taken im-
mediately to the State Prison,
where he will remain for the rest
of his natural life unless pardoned
by the Governor.
“The settlement of your estate,”
Warden Kelsh announced to the
blue-clad man standing before his
desk. “leaves a considerable sum of
money to your credit. The law al-
lows you to name trustees for its
investment and care, You can con.
“You
If we give:
Cotter said
to
had repeatedly refused to help.
sult an attorney about the matter
if you wish.” He spoke crisply and
in the tone of a man who cites
: matters of law.
The prisoner cleared his throat
and spoke huskily. “It’s all right,
: Mr. Warden,” he said listlessly. I
don’t care about it.”
| “How Ilo have you been here
.now, Cotter?” he asked.
i ¢I don't know, Mr. Warden. I
-haven’t kept track. It doesn’t mat-
ter you see.”
| “No,” the Warden grunted, “you
aren't going anywhere in particular
| that’s true enough. But you're not
i always going to feel that way, Cot-
| ter.”
i He
pressed a button. The clerk whom
he summoned was sent for Cotter’s
! commitment papers. The Warden
. perused them thoughtfully,
i By and by he said, “You've been
here eight months, Cotter. You
{ought to begin getting a hold on
! yourself by this time.”
i The prisoner laughed throatily,
| “I'll not make trouble, Mr. War-
iden,” Cotter said slowly.
i “Im glad. It's a pretty useless
i business, trying to run counter
| to prison rules.
| crushed, Cotter.
what you're
God alone knows
thinking about 24
{hours each day. There are lights
{in your eyes but they never flame
into words. You are an educated
! man; cultured in fact, and intelli-
i gent. Your silence makes us won-
‘der if you aren't planning an es-
| cape.”
'! Again Cotter laughed — that
throaty, husky laugh that is born
of disused vocal cords. He ran his
tongue over his lips and slowly
whirled his blue prison cap between
his white fingers.
|" “I wouldn't escape, Mr. Warden,”
'he said steadily, “The last thing on
earth I'd do is leave here, sir. I
, wouldn't go if you left every gate
‘open the year round. This place is
not a prison to me, sir. It's a
heaven.”
‘I'm inclined to believe you,’ the
. official nodded frankly. “As a us-
‘ual thing, Cotter a man is never
himself while he carries in his
"heart a black secret. Sharing it
with somebody relieves the burden
and assists in restoring him to nor-
imal. If you ever reach the point
where you want to talk, I'll listen.”
Cotter nodded gratefully, but
held his peace.
‘We'll wait a few months,” the
| Warden repeated, “about this mon-
‘ey matter. In the meantime, you
~can sign an order authorizing us to
| charge the extras to your account
{ here.”
| «Thank you, sir.”
door of the Warden's office into the
prison yard. Kelsh watched him as
he walked slowly toward the library,
where he was assigned to duty. The
Warden had watched many a lifer
survive the first few terrible months
of hopelessness, finally to recover
some poise and interest. But never
‘had there been one like Cotter. This
man lived only for death.
More than two years slipped away
before the demands of the law re-'
quired a decision in the matter of
Cotter’s money. Then the prisoner
‘met again with the Warden. Kelsh
looked the man over with deep in-
terest. He had aged, yet a light of
contentment filled his face and
eyes.
“We've got to settle that money
business, Cotter,” the official said
briskly. “You'll have to make your
wishes known in the matter.”
“I specify, Mr. Warden,” the pris-
‘oner said slowly, “that it be invest-
ed under the direction of a proper
trust company, and the entire in-
come from the fund be spent
monthly to furnish prisoners with
the extras allowable by law.”
“That's pretty decent of you.”
Kelsh said surprised at the ready
answer. “I'll have papers for you
to sign shortly.”
“Very well, sir.”
“By the way,” the Warden called
as Cotter turned to leave, “how're
you doing over in the library.”
“I like the work, Mr. Warden,”
Cotter answered thoughtfully. “There
are many of the boys here wtho can-
not read well. They do not get
the sense of a book, I am reading
to them and explaining what I
. read.”
He paused a moment, spun his
cap between his fingers and said
“Perhaps that is the new interest
you said would come to me, sir. I
have made some wonderful friends.
: There are some fine men in prison,
sir.”
“You wouldn't want to try your
hand at a different job?” the
Warden asked.
A light of concern filled Cotter’s
eyes. I'd rather not, sir,” he said
‘slowly. “I like the work there. I
do my best. You'll find the books
clean, sir, and well cared for.”
“Oh, I wouldn't move you if you
didnt want to go,” Kelsh assured
him quickly. “I just thought—well
maybe a change now and then.”
“I love birds and flowers, sir,”
Cotter said simply. ‘There are
several bird books there which Ican
study. Some on flowers, too.”
“Well, maybe we can work it
out to use some of this money of
yours to get better books on those
subjects,” the Warden suggested.
“If you would, sir—for the library,
understand, I love them.”
When Cotter had gone the Warden
sent for the head keeper.
“What,” he asked that officer.
‘“do you make of this natural lifer,
Cotter? He appears to be an edu-
cated man and a smart one. Have
we anything to fear from him.”
i The head keeper smiled. “I'd
i send him outside on errands. as far
‘as any danger of his crashing out
goes,” he said. “He wouldn't go
if we let him, Warden!”
| The head of the prison smiled
| understandingly. “That's the way I
i figured it,” he admitted. A fine
fellow, Jim. One of those cases
where there ain’t any more criminal
inthe man than there is in you or
| me. Maybe not half ‘so much.
: “We'll, make him a trusty,” the
Warden smiled, “and since he's
I
leaned across the desk and
“him just what
But you're utterly
Cotter stepped through the side
| walls without the usual
with him.
And then Cotter began acting |
crazy about flowers see if he can
do anything to that flower bed out-
side by perch. Nobody else ever
made anything grow in it”
So, for more than another year
Kelsh grew accustomed to seeing
Cotter working outside his porch.
Now and then he stopped and pass-
ed the time of day with him.
Cotter was always pleasant. “I'm
afraid,” he said one day, “that
you're getting discouraged with my
efforts here in the garden, Mr.
Warden. But it'll take a year or
so to show good results. No one
ever rotated the plantings here.”
“Can’t we send out for some bet-
ter soil?” the Warden said.
A look of delight crossed the lif-
er's features. “You could very
easily, sir. Any good florist could
supply you.”
So eager was the man that Kelsh’s
heart warmed toward him. “I'll
send in a florist,” he promised.
“You talk it over with him and tell
you want.”
And he kept that promise. The
‘florist was a man known to the
Warden, and after he had talked
‘with Cotter he returned to the
Warden's office.
“Who is that prisoner?” he asked,
“A natural lifer,” the Warden
smiled. “Cotter’s the name. Murder-
ed his wife.”
“It doesn’t seem possible,” the
florist marveled. “Honestly, War-
den, that man knows more about
flowers than I do myself. I'm send-
ing in the stuff he wants, and if
him up and see what
gets.”
“Sure thing,” the Warden smiled.
“He's a nice fellow, Cotter is.
Wouldn't hurt a fly.”
A big prison is a busy andan un-
certain place. As a result, for
those who direct its activities, time
passes rapidly. Kelsh grew accus-
tomed to seeing Cotter there in the
garden.
The prisoner had aged inexpres-
sibly but all men do in prison. The
results he
bleakness of outlook or, as in Cot- |
ter’'s case, the utter lack of it,
doubles the weight of the tread of
time. But it does not retard its
passing.
The flower garden not only bloom.
ed to the everlasting delight of the
Warden's wife, but it was enlarged.
The Warden's porch was redolent
with the aroma of flowers.
Cotter was allowed more and
more liberties, and several times,
when he was making tours of in-
spection, the Warden came upon the
man in various parts of the prison
grounds,
“What're you doing over there,
Cotter?” he asked of him one day.
The convict smiled doubtfully and
answered, “It's pretty bare over
here, Mr. Warden. I thought a few
flowers—the boys can see ’em bet-
ter and oftener.”
Cotter had been in the prison
five years before there was any-
thing unusual in his conduct. He
had become a sort of fixture. The
headkeeper admited that the man
something that happened, or is going
to happen here in the prison, then
be immune to questioning?”
Yes, sir. Something that did
happen, sir. Several months ago.”
“I will not commit myself, Cot-
ter,” the Warden insisted. “I won’t
lie to you, old man. If I see it as
my duty to use anything you tell
me, I'm going to use it. I'm not
going to insist that you tell me.
But I am insisting that I remain the
sole judge of my own course after-
ward. I owe that to the job. You
understand that, I'm sure!”
Cotter was getting desperate, He
wet his lips and glanced about the
room. Finally he burst out:
“There's a man in the city being
held for robbery,” he said shortly.
“His name is Martin, Mr. Warden.
Roger Martin. He's charged with
robbing the office of a big theater.
The whole thing is in the newspapers
along with a picture of the man
himself. That's how I know all
about it. That man is innocent.
I know he is. I want to get word
to Henry Suntly.”
“You mean Henry Suntly, the Dis-
trict Attorney?” Kelsh interrupted.
“Yes,” Cotter .nodded.
to a message from you?”
“Suntly will listen to a message
from me,” Cotter answered slowly.
| “Do you know him?
“Yes, Mr, Warden.
I know him.
I know Henry Suntly. I—I grew
‘up with him.”
' “Is that so? I'm surprised to
hear that. But tell me, Cotter, do you
.you don’t mind, I'd like to follow know this man Martin who is ac-
cused of the robbery?”
“I never saw him in my life,”
Cotter answered steadily. “But I
know he isn’t guilty and I believe
, that Suntlyis out to convict him. I
read it all in the papers—what
Martin said about his own in-
nocencé, and the public promise
Suntly has made to clean up
the town. He's making an example
of Martin, Mr. Warden. Making an
example of an innocent man.”
(To be concluded next week.
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE
! CHURCHES FLOURISH,
Announcement that 82 new Chris-
tian Science churches and societies
have been formed in various parts
of the world during the past year
,as branches of The Mother Church,
The First Church of Christ, Scien-
tist, in Boston, Massachusetts, was
heard by more than 6000 Christian
Scientists who gathered from afar
'and near for the annual meeting of
{| The Mother Church in the church
"edifice in Back Bay.
{ This report, which held special in-
terest in view of frequent public
‘discussion as to whether religion
‘generally is gaining or waning in
|its appeal to mankind, was made
{by the department of branches
‘and practitioners.
| Twenty-one of these new local
church organizations are in Europe
while 50 others came into existence
in the United States. Four were
had twice been allowed outside the formed in Canada, two in Africa
prison BU b
queerly.
He was suddenly more thought-
ful than ever . At times when the
Warden passed him the man seem-
ed on the verge of speaking. That
went on for a week. Finally the
Warden spoke to him one day as
he stood on the porch of his home
while the convict worked in the
garden below him.
“Cotter,” the official said sudden-
ly, “what’s bothering you?
The man straightened and looked
intently at the Warden for a mo-
ment, then he dropped his trowel
suddenly into the dirt and walked
onto the porch.
“I've been trying to get the
courage to talk to you, Mr. War.
den,” he said tensely. “I want to
tell you something in confidence
and TI don’t know how to do it.”
“Something about the prison, Cot-
ter?” the Warden asked mystified,
“Indirectly yes, sir.
‘There isn’t a man inside that
doesn't trust you,” the official mut.
tered. “If any one knows things, it
would be you.”
{I never violate a trust,
sir.”
Cotter assured him.
‘I'm not a
_ stool Mr. Warden.”
The Warden smiled and nodded.
“Well,” he said, “you can talk to
me any time, Cotter.”
“I would have to trust you a
great deal, Mr. Warden.”
“Come into my office,” the official
suggested and led the way. Cotter
stood respectfully before the desk
as the Warden seated himself. “Now
shoot, the officer smiled. !
¢ “I'd have to have your sacred
promise,
diffidently, “that youll not use the
information I give you for”’—
‘Hold on a minute!” the official
interrupted that line, Cotter. I'm
hor making promises of that nature
oO 0)
“Convicts, Cotter furnished the
word with a faint smile wreathing
his lips. “I had that in mind,” he
nodded. “I can quite undestand.
But you see an injustice is being
done. Mr. Warden. The rankest
injustice possible. And you're the
only man who can stop it.”
“Youll have to make up your
own mind,” the Warden said brus-
quely, about talking to me, Ill
have to be the judge of what use I
make of any information you give,
I'm not going to urge you with
promises I might later regret.”
Cotter thought at some length.
Then he asked, “Would you permit
me the writing of one uncensored
letter, sir? One letter that no one
ever will read but the man to whom
I send it!” ,
‘Tm sorry,” Kelsh answered, “I
cannot agree to that either, Cotter.”
“It makes it so hard,” Cotter
complained gently. But he stood still
there before the desk, his mind
hard at work, his words a matter
of the most careful selection. At
last he said, “Would it be possible
for me to tell you something and
‘not have to
answer questions about
identity ™ ; :
“You mean,” said Kelsh, “to tell me
Mr. Warden, Cotter said |
and five in Australia. In addition
‘to this, 87 Christian Science socie-
ties made sufficient growth to
change their form of organization
{to that of branch churches.
| The treasurer's report, by Mr.
‘Ripley, showed a balance on hand
of $215,384.01. The balance in
trust funds was given as $632,761.74.
"Among the disbursements $794,095
' was spent in construction of the
sanatorium of the Christian Science
| Benevolent Association for Pacific
‘coast in San Francisco, leaving an-
| proximately $25,000 to be paid.
‘Indebtedness of the Shawmut Realty
: Trust for real estate owned in the
vicinity of The Mother Church edi-
fice was reduced by $995,000 during
| the year and now stands at $970,000.
Condition of the property also has
been improved so as to help to
maintain a high standard for the
section.
{ More than 3,000,000 persons have
‘attended Christian Science lectures
during the last year, Paul
i Seeley, of Portland, Oregon, said in
his report as chairman of the board
,Of lectureship. In addition to this,
the radio and public address ampli-
fier systems have been used by The
Mother Church and some branch
churches. Starting 32 years ago
with only five members, the lecture
, board has grown to 26 members who
delivered a total of 3822 lectures
last wear. More than 300 of these
‘lectures were given in the Britigh
Isles and Europe. Others were given
in South Africa, Australia and the
Orient and for the first time in
South America, ?
, CATS DO NOT SHARPEN THEIR
CLAWS ON BARKS OF TREES,
Everybody has seen common cats
arch their backs and claw at the
bark of atree. This practice is com.
monly described as sharpening the
claws. The wild cats are also ad.
dicted to this practice. In Asia many
trees are worn smooth by the great
number of Cheetahs, or hunting
leopards which go there to claw the
bark. Traps are set at such trees to
catch the animals for use in hunting.
Dr. O. N. DeWeedrt of Beloit Col.
lege, in an article on science states
that the notion that the cats claw
the bark of trees to sharpen their
claws is erroneous. It is equally er-
roneous to suppose that they go
through these maneuvers in order
to stretch and exercise certain mus-
cles. He observed split claws stuck
in the bark and the remains of sev-
eral other claws lying on the ground
near a tree where his pet cat has
made a practice of sharpening the
claws.” It seems that the cats shed
their claws at intervals just as
deer shed their antlers and clawing
the bark undoubtedly is the means
adopted to rid themselvs of loose
toe nails. This information offered
by Dr. DeWeerdt is not new. The
keen and observant Darwin explain-
ed this phenomena in practically
the same manner when he wrote,
“The Voyage of the Beagle” nearly
a hundred years ago.
i - —Beekeeping and
fruit growing
go hand in hand.
Stark
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
Daily Thought.
Laugh and the world laughs with you,
Weep and you weep alone,
For this old gray earth has need of
your mirth,
It has sorrow enough of its own.
—Delicate colors and shades are’
featured in Vionnet’s new collection.
She stresses such shades as ivory,
oyster, dove, putty, green, in a
grayish cast and in delicate yel-
lowish tones, much opalescent pink
pastel and mauve shades; also beige
and buff.
Chartreuse, canary yellow, consid-
erable geranium, lobster and similar
tones of red, much black, much
white, often with touches of black
or color, some pastel blue veiled ef-
fects done with chiffon. Several
hand-embroidered chiffons and one
black satin frock embroidered in
yellow and white in a flowered de-
sign, are included in this very rep-
resentative and interesting collection.
Vionnet is using a line that is
marked by softly bloused bodices
with loosely tied narrow ribbon belts,
wide, soft hanging skirts for after-
noon and evening, but the snug hip-
line is less apparent here than else-
where.
Daytime skirts are of moderate
length, often dipping at back when
soft formal fabrics are employed.
For formal afternoon and evening |
wear, Vionnet is inclined to uneven
ankle length in the form of a point-
ed hem-line or wide petal effect.
Umbrella and sunburst pleats much
used, and pin-tucking in designs is
liked for trimming.
have
scarfs in one piece with the
bodice
tying in front, back or
shoulder in the favorite Vionnet
manner. This clever couturiere
is also partial to fringed gowns
and printed chiffons for evening
frocks.
Vionnet uses much crepe de chine
for afternoon clothes and when
prints are used small designs are
used for daytime and large for eve.
ning is the rule.
—There is something amout home
grown fruit that is different—some-
thing that makes it taste so much
better than any you could obtain
anywhere else, Not until you've
picked the fruits from trees and
plants you've raised in your own
yard will you really appreciate how
delicious home-grown fruits can be.
The thrifty house wife has long
known the savings made when fruits
are grown at home. It is most sat-
isfying as well as economical, to
know that when the canning season
comes you can depend on your own
home-grown fruits for a generous
supply.
On the average city lot where
space is at a premium, fruit trees
are used as much for ornament as
for utility. The glorious cloudlike
masses of white bloom on the cher-
ries, plums and pears, and the ex.
quisite pink loveliness of apples
need not be the privilege of only
the commercial grower. These va.
rities will work in very well in the
background of the border, in a
(group at the back of the lot, or
‘even as specimen trees on the lawn.
And who does not thrill
delightful perfume
that is borne far
breezes.
with the
of the blossoms
by the spring
—The limitations of the average
home grounds prevent the city man
from the growing of more than just
afew of his favorite fruits.
farm. however,
ent varieties. No matter how large
or small the space, the fruit garden
should be planned for a continuous
supply of the various kinds through.
out the season.
About the first fruits of summer
will be strawberries. In order to
get the utmost returns from the
space, the city man may very con-
veniently tuck his strawberry plants
in front of and underneath the
grapevines.
Strawberries will be followed by
the earliest cherries and by cur-
rants, raspberries and gooseberries.
Fifty bushes of each of the two
best sorts of currants, one hundred
each of two varieties of raspberries
and 25 bushes of some good goose-
berry will, if well cultivated, fur-
nish an abundant supply. One
dozen cherry trees will be enough.
One hundred bushes of the black.
berry will supply two quarts a
day for some weeks toward the
close of summer,
Two Ice Cream Sauces.—Now we
do all manner of things with
ice cream; perhaps one of the most
popular ways of serving it is to
sprinkle two teaspoons of crushed
peppermint stick candy very fine,
and sprinkle it over individual por.
tions of vanilla or chocolate ice
cream. You elegantly call this
concoction Peppermint Crunch, just
to give your guests—or your family
—an
store for them.
Then there is Angel's Delight,
which is most simple to prepare
and no trouble at all to eat. Place
on a slice of angel cake a serving
of vanilla ice cream. Over this
pour two tablespoons of strained
honey and sprinkle a tablespoon of
salted pecans over all.
You remember how fond you
used to be of the old-fashioned
lemon drops? Well, this lemon
sauce for ice cream is strongly rem-
iniscent of them. Mix a cup of
sugar, the juice of two lemons, one-
half cup water and one-quarter
teaspoon of cream of tartar in a
saucepan and boil until the syrup
discolors. It will take about seven
to ten minutes. Remove from the
stove and add the grated rind of a
lemon. Cool slightly and serve on
either banana or vanilla ice cream.
—One of the secrets of growing
sweet peas is to give them - plenty
of water at all times. A mulch of
grass clippings will help to con-
serve the moisture.
On the ,
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FARM NOTES.
—Smaller amounts of feed are
required for a pound of grain when
pigs grow rapidly than when devel-
opment is slower. Putting pigs
on full feed early is a profitable
practice.
—Magnesium arsenate is consid-
ered the best control spray for the
Mexican bean beetle. If it cannot
be obtained, calcium arsenate may
be used successfully.
—Trees and shrubs that have
been planted since the first of the
year must be given plenty of wa-
ter to encourage the formation of
new roots and development of the
tops.
—Any time is a good time to
kill burdocks. Cut them below the
crown with a sharp spade. This
will prevent future sprouts coming
from the same root.
—Spraying of potato vines is an
absolutely essential process in suc-
cessful potato culture. Bordeaux
mixture isthe greatest of all sprays
for potato diseases in the field.
—Weed out the unprofitable dairy
cows. It is more profitable to milk
three good cows than a half-dozen
poor ones.
—Every precaution should be
taken to prevent stagnant pools
from forming on the poultry range.
These areas often are contaminated
and become breeding places for
flies and mosquitoes.
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—Asparagus should be treated
with commercial fertilizer at the
end of the cutting season. If ma-
nure has been applied use 1000
pounds of 4-8.4 per acre. Without
manure, from 1200 to 1500 pounds
of a 5-8.8 fertilizer is recommended
by vegetable specialists of the Penn-
sylvania State College.
—Neat’s-foot oil or castor oil, or
a mixture of them with wool grease,
| makes a dressing for driving har-
‘ ness,
For heavy harness a satis-
factory mixture is tallow and oil,
or neat’s-foot oil and tallow, or any
or all of them with wool grease,
mixed to a paste about the consis-
tency of butter. Apply the grease
lightly to driving harness and liber-
ally to work harness. The leather
should be washed first using luke-
warm water and a neutral soap and
the warm grease then rubbed into
the leather while it is still damp.
—Debudding has developed great-
er terminal growth in young apple
trees than pruning.
—The honey bee is our chief
fruit pollinizer and much of the
production of fruit which we have
we owe to the bees.
—Grape arbors can be used ad-
vantageously in making the home
grounds attractive. Carefully plan
. the location so that they will ap-
pear to good advantage.
—Bordeaux mixture should be
used the same day it is made, that
is, soon after the solutions of cop-
per sulphate and of lime are brought
together. It deteriorates rapidly with
the passage of hours,
—Ordering a sufficient supply of
spray materials early is a money-
"saving practice. As the demand in.
creasees in the spring the price
goes up. Both lime and blue stone
keep well if properly stored.
—Timeliness in spraying begins in
winter. Prompt ordering of parts
and attention to repair work mean
added insurance of timeliness next
spring and summer—when hours
lost may be dollars wasted.
—Lime which “has become air-
slaked cannot be used for bordeaux
mixture without danger: of injury
to the sprayed plants.
—Bordeaux mixture and other
copper fungicides should not be
made or kept in metal vessels.
Wooden barrels or tubs should be
used.
—The leaf roller is one of our
most difficult pests to control and
oil sprays with a high oil content
are recommended to be used as
ovicides on the unhatched eggs.
The economic importance of the
honey bee to the fruit grower was
well demonstrated last spring when
weather conditions were so bad at
It is a vital prob-
lem. Some varieties are self-sterile,
that is, they will not set fruit with
their own pollen. If such varieties
are planted in large blocks alone,
they rarely produce good fruit crops
although other factors may be
favorable. If you have a large
block of one variety rarely can you
produce a good fruit crop, due to a
lack of pollen from some other va-
riety for cross-pollination.
—To prevent the new shoots of
both blackberries and raspberries
from making long weak canes which
are likely to bend over and break
down and damage the fruit coming
in contact with the soil, the tips of
these canes should be pinched out
as soon as they have reached a
height of from 18 to 24 inches. The
pinching has the effect of causing
the canes to thicken and send out
side shoots or laterals near the top.
On ‘these laterals most of the fruit
is likely to be produced. To prevent
over-bearing, it is often necessary
to shorten the laterals in the spring.
—Every bee owner should open
the hives early in the spring and
examine the stores to see if the
bees have enough food to enhance
brood-raising, If there is notplenty
of good honey in the hive and none
available, the best policy is to sup-
ply bee candy. Frequently. how-
ever, one of the swarms will have
been winter killed and a comb or
two of honey may be left, This
honey is preferable above candy.