“Bring, to each man
Sata iPynng of.
November 21, 1930.
Bellefonte, Pa.,
ONLY TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE.
There are two kind of people on earth
today .
(Just two kinds—no more I say.)
Not the gaint or sinner, for ‘tis well
* understood,
The good are half bad and the bad are
half good;
Not the rich nor the poor, for to count
{he min's wealth .
You must first kiiew the state of his
" olseleticd and health;
Not the happy or sad,
years
for the flyir-
-
his lave" 2 to
each mun his tears. aAter anh
No; the two Kind". ¢ people on earth I
mean
Are the people who lift and the people
who lean.
And where e’er you go youll find the
world’s masses
Are always divided into just these two
classes,
And, oddly enough, you'll find too, I
ween,
There’s only one lifter to twenty who
lean!
In which class are you? Are you easing
the load
Of over-taxed lifters who toil down the
road? >
Or are you a leaner, who makes others
bear
Your part of the labor, and worry
care.
and
The Echo.
THE MADNESS OF RED BUCK.
From where Pete Ambridge sat,
he could look down upon a vast
stretch of tumbled, hilly, lake-dotted
country. Long lines of spruce and
hemlock drew across his vision like
a somber-coated army. Reaches of
pinky-olive swamp and flashy patch-
es of birch and maple and syca-
more, all warm browns, pale yellows,
and brilliant reds. The lakes, pearl
gray or steel blue; the dun-colored
meadows threaded with wild asters.
And beyond, the ragged flat masses
of the mountains, faintly lavendar
in the smoky haze of autumn.
But to his pastoral, filled with a
palpable, drowsy peace, and stun-
ningly beautiful, Pete gave a little
heed. Lads Pete's age usually do,
His clothing was of rusty gray,
faded and patched, that blended
cunningly with the tree trunk on
which he sat. From beneath an old
felt hat his eyes swept the land-
scape with a cold scrutiny. Across
his knees lay a rifle. He seemed a
sinister note in an otherwise sweet
and peaceful scene. Had the quarry
helayin wait for appeared, this
story would never have been writ-
ten. Pete was an excellent shot.
And it needed but a single look into
his resolute face to convince one
that he had a definite and deadly
purpose as he sat so quietly upon a
deadfall overlooking Deacon Bell's
pasture.
For months Pete had been study-
ing the habits of a lordly buck
that ranged over this tumbled,
pleasant country, where a few scat-
tered, lonely, outlying farms were
at silent grips with the frontier
wilderness. This buck, famous on
his own range miles to the east-
ward, had been driven out by an
overactivity of the hunters. But,
thus far no one in Pete’s neighbor-
hood had paid this arrogant new-
comer the slighest attention. Pete's
garden was the only one the buck
had visited with any consistency.
Pete knew the reason, for that, too.
Of all the backwoods, farmers, Pete's
Uncle Seth was the only one who
kept no dog. TUnmolested, the big
buck had taken toll of a bean patch
and turnip bed. Long before Pete
had laid eyes upon the buck, he
knew from his footprints in the soft
loam of the garden that he was a
big fellow. If he possessed a cun-
ning to match his size, and he did |
if rumor was correct—his taking
would tax Pete's woodcraft to the
utmost. Not that Pete was a par.
ticularly bloodthirsty chap; he had
only a normal quantity of the hunt-
ing instinct. But the big buck in-
terested him. From the meager re-
ports that filtered in from time to
time, he felt sure that this was the
same famous buck that had evaded
the hunters east of them. So he
had taken to prowling in the hard-
woods late in the afternoons
lenged the arrogance of this antler-
ably
humor in it—if it had been seo |
other fellow’s corn—for he w-
human,
ness of the thing see’
out every other id-
no protest wh-
ed himself
tops.
ev
Se —
to ribbons, Here and there, an ear
of popcorn was pounded into the
earth. For a moment or so Pete
was puzzled. Then, he remembered
that it was: rutting time, that sea.
son of madness for the red deer
tribe. These shocks of corn chal-
ed prowler; how; completely he had
responded was plainly ‘evident. Prob-
Pete woul ‘have ‘seen ' the
ane
But the thorous® .«8 Very
»a wanton-
smed to blot
ea. He had made
_en the buck had help-
_ to bean stalks or turnip
fhat was the normal hazard
.ery backwoods farmer had to
take. Uncle Seth had joined him,
and they had stocd surveying the
wrecked cornfield, without words.
Uncle Seth had picked up an ear, |
deeply scored by the knife-edged
hoofs of the late visitor.
“Reckon the actual loss won't be
no more 'n a half bushel, or so.
«Tain’t the loss so much as the
cussedness,” Pete had answered. “I
never bothered that buck any; why
should he come and raise Ned with
my corn?” i
“Why Pete he’s only a wild crit-
ter and can’t reason that far,” Uncle
Seth had said soothingly. “Don’t
let it rile you up, son.”
But Pete had remained sullenly |
resentful. A number of schemes had
passed through his mind, only tobe
discharged as too complicated or
visionary. As afternoon waned, he
had taken his rifle and slipped off
toward Deacon Bell's pasture. That
offered the best chance, for Pete had
discovered nothing definite as to the
buck’s routine. Anda now he sat, si-
lent and unmoving, but keenly alert,
waiting for the arrival of the ant.
lered vagabond whose latest whim |
had aroused him to a fighting pitch.
Meantime, Deacon Bell had con-
summated a long-planned purchase.
This purchase, a great black and
white Holstein bull was being led,
to the pasture by the Deacon, to be
turned loose. But the gate was at
the lower end of the pasture, hid-|
den from Pete because of a rise of
ground. The bull, a sullen Dbitter- |
tempered brute, lay down imme- |
diately. The cows sniffed inquir-
ingly and turned their heads toward
the new arrival. To this the bull |
and presently the |
cows turned once more to the one
always absorbing subject—forage.
The sun was getting low. Fifteen
minutes would take it down be-
hind that ragged lavendar wall of
mountains. The red buck was due
any minute now, Pete told himself,
In that brief interval between sun.
down and twilight, a lot of things
could happen. The first chill, of
evening became apparent. Pete got
to his feet quietly. Carefully he |
flexed arms and legs to rid them of
cramp. He would be ready when |
the buck arrived. A pair of night-!
hawks were weaving erratic circles
in a sky that turned to apple green
for a |
look at this bold and crafty stran- |
ger. But the leafy coverts where he
hid himself yielded nothing save
foraging raccoons and an occasional’
fox.
Then one crisp evening, when he run as far
was passing by Deacon Bell’s pas-
ture, he saw a tall red buck leap
gracefully over the high snake fence.
Pete had stood motionless, watch-
ing this newcomer. He was appar-
ently on very good terms with the
cattle. They paid him no heed aside
from a casual glance,
cropping the short, sweet grass of
the stump-dotted pasture. For a
good fifteen minutes, this
brother fed industriously., Then he
threw up his head suddenly. He
gave a snort and went bounding
across the pasture; cleared the fence
in a great soaring leap and disap-
peared in the woods beyond. Pete
was sure no scent of himself had
reached the buck. It was a wind-
less evening. What had caused him
to leave so suddenly?
of the moment, probably. No group
of the wild kindred is more subject
to vagaries than the deer tribe.
Curiosity, furtiveness, and whim
seem to be the outstanding quali-
ties of these slim-legged ruminants.
Pete's next view of him had been
granted that very morning. It was
a short and fleeting one from the
rear. Pete had risen at daybreak
and had come out to find his neat-
ly shocked popeorn scattered all
over the field: The buck heard him,
and faded swiftly from the scene.
In fact, his antlers and white-lined
tail ‘were about all Pete caught sight
of.’ But the evidence of his visit
was ' convineingly plentiful. The
shocks were strewn about and torn
|
|
| and Pete felt
i
i
as he fell to like
i
"rutting season.
The whim
| had surprising speed.
and then to misty blue. The first
stars began to be faintly visible.
Pete watched these phenomena of
coming night with cool philosophy. |
He had plenty of that tenacious
backwoods patience. Tomorrow eve-.
ning, or the next, or the one after
that, his chance would come. A few
day or weeks—made no difference. |
But for tonight—well, he might as;
well go home. :
He arose and climbed the fence. |
To cut across Deacon Bell's pasture
was the short route home. As he
neared the high ground of this up-
land meadow, the newly arrived bull
lurched to his feet. The first thing
he saw was Pete swinging along,
his rifle over his shoulder. For a
moment the bull seemed undecided;
then, with a bellow of rage, he
charged the unsuspecting Pete.
Used to sudden and violent action
as he was, Peté was paralyzed at!
this vast bulk bearing toward him.
But he paused for only an instant.
He knew of but one tree inthe pas-
ture. It was scarce six inches in
diameter, a slender, graceful aspen.
This mad bull would likely bump
him from it—if he had the luck to
reach it in time. But there was no
choice. The bull in spite of his bulk
Only just in time Pete clawed his
way up the smooth trunk of the
aspen. A second later, the crackle
of splitting wood. The tree was
leaning, and Pete shifted his weight
to the high side. The shock had
dazed the bull momentarily; but the
blood shot eyes that he turned up
toward Pete were full of brute hate.
Again he butted the tree, and Pete
felt it tremble. He was in a jam,
and he knew it. One more hard
jolt would fell the tree; then to
and dodge as sharply as
the bull caught him—
little doubt that he
could—well, he hoped he’d be knock-
ed unconscious right away. The
bull was snorting and pawing and
preparing for another charge. Then,
with startling suddenness, the fell-
call of a red buck rang cout.
The bull turned his broad, blunt.
muzzled head toward this newcomer,
possible. If
antlered He had never seen a red buck be-
fore; but there was a certain bel-
ligerent note in his duelling call.
The bull answered with a hoarse
bellow of defiance; trotted toward
the buck for a few steps; then
hesitated. The buck ordinarily would
have avoided this burly black and
white stranger; but this was the
A strange eager-
ness ran through his hot blood; he
was in a mood that was extremely
dangerous. He uttered a whistling
snort of challenge and pawed the
turf with his sharp fore hoofs. That
was incentive enough to start the
pull. Down went his broad head,
and a rumbling mutter came from
his throat. Pete, from his precari-
ous shelter, marveled at his speed.
But the thundering charge did not
end in the crushing blow the bull
had confidently expected. At the
last split second, the buck moved
aside far enough so that one keen-
pointed antler raked the bull's flank,
A long red furrow appeared upon.
the glossy black and white coat.
Phe bull checked his rush and
whirled toward the buck. This
time, the buck’s side leap .iende
his rearing up on hind “les ~* 4
lashing W
hoofs. More red gasb’
on the bull, deeper *
Again the bull ~~
more the buch
thi=
He stood irresolute,
wounds were light,
‘ing on the crest of the rise,
: sl
-~
&
sharp fore
.¢S appeared
the first.
rushed, and -once
m™ ~ tut him and got
-” _ae bull was plainly puz-
What sort of antagonist was
__ that refused to meet him head.
on? Another rush was rewarded
with the usual cuts. The next one
the buck leaped clean over the
charging bull. It began to dawn
upon the stupid bull that he had
got into an adventure that he did
not understand. This slim-legged
antagonist, less than a third the
bull’s weight, had some mysterious
powers that the bull could not solve.
his heaving
severity of his
downward with his
’
flanks proving the
late exertions.
The buck suddenly took the ini-
tiative. The bull had no time to
lower his head—when the buck flash- |
ed forward.
He leaped clean over
bull; whirled and charg-
He enveloped the bull
in a series of rushes that ended
harmlessly. But they had a sud-
den and a peculiar effect upon the
bull. With a hoarse bellow, he
tossed up his head and galloped off.
The buck, however, was not ready
the panting
ed again,
| to accept this tacit admission of de-
feat. He caught up with the bull,
and gored him again and again. The
but extremely
annoying. The buck seemed sud-
denly to tire of his cruelty. Paus. |
he sent
forth along buling call of challenge.
The echoes of it flapped and rever-
berated among the surrounding hills.
Then the buck, trotting mincingly
across the meadow, cleared the tall
snake fence in an effortless, grace-
‘ful leap and disappeared in the
deepening gloom of the woods.
Pete dropped from the aspen tree
and made his way across the pas-
ture. Uncle Seth and Aunt Han-
nah were just seating themselves
at the supper table when he got
home. |
«I reckon you didn’t catch sight |
of that there buck,” Uncle Seth
said significantly. “Leastwise, I'
didn’t hear no shots.” !
«T saw him all right,” Pete re-
plied, “and I had a dozen chances
to shoot him, too.” i
“Eh? !
«fact, Uncle Seth,” Pete answer-
ed, launching into a terse but vivid
i account of the late affair in Deacon
Bell’s pasture. Not the least im-
portant was the detail of Pete's im.
prisonment in the aspen. In fact,
Pete rather accentuated the point |
that the buck had securely rescued
him from a very ticklish situation. |
“So, you see, I couldn't shoot the
buck after what he did for me,”
Pete finished, apologetically. |
“No, course you couldr’t,” Aunt,
Hannah agreed. “Best be eatin’ |
your supper, Pete; it'll get cold.” :
Fame is not always a desirable
thing. The mame this arrogant |
buck had made for himself in his
old range spread into the valley
where Pete lived so quietly with
unele L :
two parties of hunters had come In. |
These the buck avoided, and Pete
felt a queer sort of satisfaction, as
the disappointed hunters gave up
¥
and disappeared. Since the visit in
which the buck had had such a fine
romp with Pete’s corn shocks, there |
had been no evidence, of any later |
calls. Pete scanned the stripped |
garden for the telltale footprints, |
without reward,
“Of course, there's nothing left in
the garden that he'd care to eat,”
he told himself. “Still, red deer
often visit a place for other rea-
sons. I guess he mistrusts men
more than he did. Natural enough, |
too, when you figure a little. Men
have beep trailing him a lot, of
late.”
Pete settled himself more comfor- .
tably and continued his labors husk-
ing corn. From his seat, he could
look across the barnyard toa copse
of second growth. Autumn was
further along than upon that eve- |
ning several weeks ago when he
kept his silent vigil at the edge of
Deacon Bell's pasture. The leaves
of the hardwoods were mostly down.
Here and there, a clump of sere
and browing leaves still clung; but
the naked trunks and limbs of the
tress were becoming increasingly
visible. From time to time, Pete
glanced casually across at this copse
of hardwoods.
the red buck from his mind, and
was planning a new trap line. But,
though his glances were casual, his
eyesight was keen as ever. He
noted a faint movement in this
copse, as if some hidden thing had
shifted position slightly, The bare
limbs and branches of these young
trees made a confusing screen; yet
Pete was sure he had seen some-
thing move. He left his work, and
moved softly toward the door. :
Then, across the windless air,
came the deep baying of hounds.
Now, Pete knew there were no dogs
in the neighborhood. Crossbred col-
lies and airedales and sheep dogs.
But no hounds. Again came the
baying voices, nearer this time.
Then, from the hardwood copse,
leaped the red buck. As he cleared
the undergrowth and pointed his
course straight at the tiny stable,
Pete shrank back. A moment later,
the buck bounded through the open
doorway. With almost equal speed,
Pete leaped ‘out, banged shut the
stable door, and latched it. He un-
derstood the situation perfectly.
These relentless hounds were the
property of foreign hunters; and,
within a moment, they burst through
the thicket of hardwoods and came
swiftly across the barnyard. They
paid no. attention to Pete. Intent
upon the trail, they sniffed anxious-
at the crack of the closed door.
1
b% hot scent ended suddenly and,
for a moment, they seemed at a
logs. They circled the stable and
stopped at the door.
“Good dogs!’ Pete said admiring-
ly. “You did your part of the work
fine; but that buck you trailed be-
to me.”
minutes later, a stranger in
leggings and hunting gedr came
across the barnyard. Steve Russell,
“The boy's right, Mr. Adams.
' mebbe you could buy the buck off
and aunt. Within a 14
‘data helps
‘building.
He had dismissed 8!
the best guide inthe community, was
with him.
~ “Young man,” the stranger said
to Pete, ‘we've trailed a buck across
your farm, and I think he’s hiding
in your barn.
“you're right,” said Pete; “he’s
in there now.”
«Good!” the hunter replied mov- |
ing toward the stable door.
Pete stepped in front of him.
«Just a minute, mister,” Pete
said. “I guess that buck belongs to
my uncle; leastways, he's in my
uncle’s barn.”
“He’s mine, I mean
Stand aside.’
«And I say he isn’t yours, and you
ain’t goin’ to take him! Not while
I'm conscious, you ain't!” Pete
gritted angrily.
“Wait a minute!”
to take him.
said Steve.
But
him. How about it, Pete?”
‘No!’ Pete replied.
There
fruitful harangue. It finally ended
by Steve leashing up the dogs. At
the edge of the barnyard, Mr. Adams
turned and delivered an ultimatum.
«rll get that buck any way I
can, young fellow!”
Pete was too much engrossed
with his captive to pay much at-
tention to these threats; but they
came home to him. I guess we're
even that way. But I ain't so keen
to turn him loose now. Those dogs
might have better luck next time.”
“you could get a right nice bit
of money for him at one of them
zoological places.” Uncle Seth advis-
ed. And Pete realized the buck
would be safe there. !
It was a difficult and dangerous
job to get this captive buck trussed
up and loaded on the wagon. But
it was done at last, and the long, te-
dious trek to the settlement was
begun. Uncle Seth insisted that
the check be given to Pete in full.
“You caught him fair and square,
and you're entitled to the ransom.”
They reached the top of a long
hill, and Uncle Seth halted the team
ito ‘let ’em breathe.” ‘
The first snowfall had made a
wonder of the wildly beautiful reach-
es of rolling country.
«Seems kind of a shabby trick to
take that buck away from all this,
an’ mew him up in a zoo,” said
Pete.
“Huh,” Uncle Seth answered,
“guess he won't suffer much. Judg-
in’ from the way he et my hay an’
grain, he'll probly pitch right in
and make himself at home there,
|
HUNTERS ATTENTION.
If sportsmen will be guided by
the following rules they are apt to
enjoy a much better hunting sea-
son.
Don't forget, trappers, that the
season for muskrats opens Decem-
ber 1st instead of November 1st. |
You may trap muskrats from De- '
cember 1st to February 28. For
mink, opposum, skunk, and otter,
the trapping season opens Novem-
ber 1st and ends February 28th.’
Don’t forget to cooperate with
the game protectors. Help them per-
petuate your sport. Game protec-
tors are the sportsmen’s best friends.
Don’t forget, sportsmen, that the
pre-season gunner is stealing your
sport. Send in the license numbers
of those who you see violating the
game laws; that’s what you call
cooperation.
Don’t neglect to carry a roster
with you when three or more are
hunting big game together. This
applies to day-hunters. Those in
camps must have rosters posted in
the buildings.
Don’t neglect to send in the stub
attached to your resident hunter’s
license certificate giving the amount
of game killed for the season. Such
the Board of Game Com-
missioners.
Don’t unload your firearm in a
Go outside and remove
the loads. Always have your guns
pointing toward the ground when
removing the shells.
Don’t get excited if you become
lost in the mountains. Three shots
in succession from your gun will
very often bring assistance. Fol.
lowing the course of a stream will
most always bring you out to civili-
zation,
Don’t forget to count the number
of deer you see while hunting; then
ve . the information to your near-
est Game Protector.
Don’t try to kill the limit of game
every time you go hunting. Leave
some for the next day. Maybe your
fellow hunter can’t get out the
same day vou go afield. :
Don’t shoot into a flock of wild |
turkeys. Better to single out your,
bird and miss him than to
kill several birds with one shot and
have to pay a fine. You are per-
mitted to kill one wild turkey a
season.
Don’t get behind a blind and use
a turkey call. Blinds and calls are
forbidden. Anyhow it is dangerous
to conceal yourself and imitate the
call of a turkey. Two men were
killed last season in mistake for
wild’ turkeys.
Don't hunt in fields where stock
is grazing. Better forget that field
until some other time.
Hunters who get lost and have
no compass can use their watch for
this purpose very easily. When the
sun is shining turn the face of the
watch to the sun in such a posi-
tion that the hour hand will point
to the sun. Half way between the
hour hand and twelve o'clock will
then be the south point.
Oftimes hunters have run &cross
water which appeared none too
clear for drinking purposes. A
practical and effective way of clari-
fying muddy or apparently undrink-
able water is to pour two table-
spoonfuls of condensed milk in a
five gallon can of water. This, be.
ing heavier. than the water, will
sink to the bottom, drawing down,
also, all sediment contained in. the
water. In a few minutes the water
may be poured off, clear and fit for
drinking and cooking.
meiiided be
L_Bubeerive for the Watchman.
followed a long and un- :
| employed is said to be similar
‘a grown-up
"UTILITY BEATS BEAUTY
In the town of Shrewsbury, N. 3
there stood until recently a fine row
of 13 sycamore trees, planted seven
years before the Revolutionary War
by patriots as symbols of the colo-
nies.
A few days ago the head of the
town council decided that two of
these trees were menaces to traffic,
and forthwith had them chopped
down and removed. :
Shrewsbury promptly got indig-
nant and passed around a petition of
protest. But the trees, being down,
could not be restored, and the peti-
tions served no purpose except to
express the citizen's anger.
The whole thing, of course, is a
small matter. But it is rather typi-
cal of the way we do things. It il-
luminates the scale of values by
which the whole nation, as well, as
this one New Jersey borough gen-
erally acts.
A tow of fine, historic trees went
into the balance against the needs of
a modern automobile highway, and
the highway won.
That could happen in any townin
the country. Neither beauty nor
sentiment is ever allowed to stand
in the way of any definite, material
improvement.
To be sure, we have based our
whole social organization on the
automobile, and we are compelled to
put the needs of the automobile
ahead of nearly everything else. But
we're paying a pretty high price for
it, now and then, just as Shrewsbury
las paid a high price for its im-
proved street.
A road, after all, is
a pathway for
nothing but
getting from one
place to another. It's important to
be able to make the trip speedily
and easily, of course; but it isn’t
quite as important as we sometimes
think,
There are times when it’s better to
idle along the way.
gets the most out of his trips isn’t
the man who is always in a break-
neck hurry. It’s more apt to be the
man who dawdles along, taking his
time and letting himself enjoy
things by the roadside.
The automobile and the paved
highway, in other words, are only
means to an end. They are use-
ful; they set us free from the old
ties of distance, they break down
provincialism and isolation; but
there is no sense in valueing them
too highly.
Perhaps it’s foolish to say so much
simply because somebody cut down
a couple of shade trees.
The man who |
But the
thing is so indicative—indicative of
the national traits that make Eu-
ropeans say that we in America do
not know how to get true happiness
and contentment out of life.
Beauty and sentiment are more
important than we think.
only realized this, we'd let our auto
trafic move more slowly—and en-
joy the shade trees by the way.
FAMOUS SHOT TOWER IS
AGLOW AFTER 150 YEARS.
‘The famous Shot Tower, still pre-
served in Boston as a memorial of the
Revolutionary days of 1776, is aglow
again for the first time in more
than 150 years. But this time the
glow is not the result of a seething
caldron of fire for turning lead into milking,
liberty bullets, for which
originally used.
Today, it merely
permanently maintained as a living
memorial of fire to the heroism of
Continental troops.
If we
| eases,
FARM NOTES.
__Heated . drinking fountains shoul
be standard equipment on all poul--
try farms where lights are used for
birds in winter.
| —_ Farm fire losses have increased:
from 25 to 50 per cent during the.
current season of drought, govern-
ment reports show. Special pre-
cautions against this great destroyer
are urged.
— Leaf mold or rich soil should:
be placed in a box and stored in.
the cellar before the ground freezes..
This will come in handy for repotting
plants during the winter.
— National Honey Week was:
observed November 7 to 14. Ex-
hibits, demonstrations, radio broad-
casts, and recipe leaflets brought.
to the attention of the public the-
value of this food product.
—A good soil compost can be pre.
pared for plants started next winter-
or spring by piling alternate layers:
of manure and garden loam soil
four feet wide, about the same:
height, and as long as needed.
__If hay is scarce, feed the best.
of it to milking cows and young
calves. Give the other stock the:
poorer roughages supplemented by"
some grain,
— The strength and beauty of the:
flowers grown from forcing bulbs
will depend quite largely upon the
amount of roots produced while the-
bulbs are in storage.
— The tenth annual Poultry Short
Course was held November 10-13:
at State College. Imcubation, brood-
ing, nutrition, judging, culling, dis--
and marketing were dis-
cussed during the week.
Plan to keep records on the farm
business during 1931. It pays to
know what operations make the
profits.
— Many owners of young timber
of just the right age for thinning"
are planning to do some improve-
ment cutting this winter. Some:
will cut pulpwood, a few will cut
chemical wood, more will cut mine:
props, and many will cut firewood.
— Repair all muslin curtains and’
broken windows in the hen houses:
before winter arrives.
— Peony tops and leaves may
carry disease which will damage:
bud formation next spring, there-
fore it is necessary that they be
destroyed this fall.
—No dairy farmer ever makes:
any money running a boarding house:
for unproductive cows, say State:
College dairy specialists.
—Oats is considered the best grain:
‘for colts, but corn or barley may be:
‘used in the
ration if properly
anced with nitrogenous feeds, such:
“as linseed -oil- meal or wheat bran.
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i
Clouds of steam are generated be-
Jow in an automatic boiler and then
released from the crest of the tower |
‘to be reflected, in turn, in the glare
of cleverly concealed red and amber
lights.
The lighting effect, according to
illuminating engineers who designed
and supplied the equipment, por-
trays in realistic fashion a fire un.
der a boiling pot of lead, a familiar
scené in the heyday of the old shot
factory.
When recently turned on for the
first time, with what appeared
to the uninitated to be flames swirl-
ing upward from the crest of the
old tower and dense volumes of
smoke ascending skyward, the effect
was said to be so realistic that
witnesse tood aghat, lamenting the
passing of a historic landmark.
Since completion of the installa-
tion, the lighting effects
on each night. The method hete
that used for the illumination of
the famous War Memorial Shaft of
Kansas City:
A BAD COMPLICATION.
«Pll tell you how it is,” said the
mild_eyed patient to the asylum
doctor: “I met a young widow with
step-daughter and I
married the widow. Then father
met our step-daughter and married
her. That made my wife the moth-
er-in-law of her father-in-law, and
made my step-daughter my step-
mother, and my father my step-son,
see?”
“Then my step-mother, the step-
daughter of my wife, had a som
That boy was of course my brother,
because he was my father's son;
but he was also the son of my
wife's step-daughter and therefore
her grandson. That made me
grandfather to my step-brother. Then
my wife had a son, my brother-in
law.”
“The step-sister
of my son is
also his grandmother, because he is
her step-son’s child. My father is
the brother.in-law of my child be-
cause his’ step-sister is his wife. 1
am the brother of my son, who is
also the child of my grandmother.”
I am my mother’s brother-in-law,
my wife is her own child’s aunt,
my son is my father’s nehewp and
I am my own grandfather, and I
can’t stand it.”
Wife: Why do you go out on the
the balcony when I sing? Don’t you
like my singing?
Hubby: F isn’t that.
nefaibors to sce I'm
you.
I want the
siot heating
are turned
Alfalfa and clover hay are
lime, the principal 1nineral
ponent of the bones.
rich in:
com-
—Wiping the cows’ udders before:
cooling the milk quickly,
it was and scalding milk pails and strain-
ers will reduce milk
represents a the plant or factory.
novel method of illumination, to be |
rejection at
— Mulch the strawberry bed with
material that is free as possible:
from seeds or the bed will become:
foul with weeds,
— Drain the water out of all parts
of the sprayer and oil the working"
parts well before storing the ma-
chine for the winter.
—Guineas are “noisy enough to
scare away poultry thieves.
—If pullets start to lay too soon
they will seldom be fully feathered
or full grown.
Tf pullets are infested with body
lice and intestinal parasites, treat
the birds before they start to lay.
Heavy feeding before the pullets:
are placed in winter quarters gets
them in shape for laying during the:
winter.
— Many poultry raisers seem to
think the oats should be sprouted as
long as they will continue to grow
before being fed.
__Direct sunlight and green feed
are the final factors determining
the hatch ability of eggs from
Jisalihy, vigorous, properly mated
owls.
— The value of succulent feeds such:
as mangel roots, cabbage and sprout-
ed oats, is difficult to measure;
nevertheless they are important in
the ration.
— An abundant supply of hot
water is essential if the dairy
utensils are to be washed and steril-
ized properly. Many farmers who
are using a gas engine as a source
of power for their milking machines
of cream separators are finding that
water can be heated quickly and
economically by the use of an ex-
haust water heater attached to their
gas engines.
—To test your cream separator
take about a half pint of the skim
milk as it comes from the skim
milk tube and have your creamery
test the sample. This will let you
know whether too much butterfat
is going into your skim milk.
__If machine milking is practiced
the teat cups and rubber tubes
should be thoroughly washed and
soaked between milkings in a solu-
tion of a suitable disinfectant, and
the pulsators, pails and accessories
must be regularly washed and steril.
ized.
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