!
He has not served who gathers gold.
Nor has he served whose life is told
In selfish battles he has won
Or deeds of skill that he has done.
But he has served who now and then
Hos helped along his fellow-men.
The world needs many men ‘to-day,
Red blooded men along life's way,
With cheerful smiles and helping hands,
And with the faith that understands
The beauty of the simple deed
Which serves another's hour of need.
Strong men to stand beside the weak,
Kind men to hear what others speak,
True men to keep our country's laws
And guard its honor and its cause;
Wen who will bravely play life's game,
Nor ask rewards of gold or fame.
Teach me to do the best I can
To help and cheer cur fellow man:
Teach me to lose my selfish need
And glory in the larger deed
Which smoothes the road and ligats the
day
For all who chance to come my way.
——— A ————
THE ST. GEORGE IMPULSE...
The man who called himself James
Ware had seen the photo and read
the bill about himself outside many
police stations—only it made no
mention of the James Ware. It spoke
of him as Frank Williams, better
known as Frank the Bird, of London,
England. It described him as a box-
er, 5 feet 10, clean-shaven, broken
nose, and so on. It declared that the
said Frank Williams was wanted by
Scotland Yard, England, in connec-
tion with the death of a man named
George Craig.
Even ten minutes after the killing
of George Craig, when James Ware
had worked his way up from the
Middle West with the railway gang
driving the new Grain Line to the
Hudson, a tattered copy of this bill
still clung to the notice boara of
the Mattawa Landing police post.
James Ware read it there under the
eyes of a mountie trooper lounging
on door duty—and there was no ar-
rest.
There never would be. James Ware
had made good friends in the days
when he was fighting a sure way
toward the light-heavy belt as Frank
the Bird. He got that nickname
from the quick in-and-out hop that,
with the deadly peck of his left
hand had won him so many battles.
These friends had been sorry to sce
a clean boy ruined through no real
fault of his own. One of the richest
had hidden him in a steam yacht
lying in the Thames until the hunt
had died down. Another had taken
him to a surgeon in Paris who had
set his twisted nose straight, Thanks
to that and a mustache, no detective
on earth could recognize him.
He had never been sorry about
the death of George Craig, save that
it meant vanishing just when he was
€0 sure of the light-heavy belt. Craig
had only got what he deserved, even
if Frank the Bird had no intention
of killing him. Craig had been dirt
and had acted as such toward a zirl
—and Frank Williams had never
been able to resist an appeal to his
chivalry from a girl—-a nice girl,
that is. Frank was no fool innocent.
The tragedy was that Craig had
wrecked his physique and Frank al-
ways had had a tendency to hit too
hard when his anger was red.
A great pity that, because he'd
done it before. He'd put a chap into a
hospital only a year earlier because
of another girl and the police mag-
istrate had warned him solemnly of
what was bound to happen if he
took the law into his own hands like
that. That was why every one, in-
cluding himself, saw he'd have to
bolt when Craig died. Even if he'd
been able to scrape clear of the
murder count, he'd been bound to get
a long stretch for manslaughter.
The law can't be expected to be
sentimental about a boxer's sense of |
chivalry,
Well, he'd got clear and kept
clear. He'd been a saving chap, pull-
ing down big money. A city friend
worked it so that he didn't lose his
cash but could use it to work his
way right around the world into
Canada, where he meant to start
over again. In that way he'd only!
re-entered British police spheres |
when the memory of him was about |
dead. Also, he came in from the
west, not from the English side, and
was careful to keep among crows,
Vancouver, Winnipeg and then this
big railway crush pushing the Grain
Line to the new Hudson Bay
All this and the change in his face
had saved him.
By the time he hit Mattawa Land- |
ing he had decided that he was as
safe as a man could be, and he left
the road gangs to settle there. It
was a place that had promise for
his money. The new line was boom-
ing it. On top of the railway mob
and the workers on the new docks
loggers were swarming up to cut
the untouched territory. There was
even a find of a nickel mine three
miles away which brought a heap
of men and money, too. i
He was not only safe among num- |
bers, but a steady man with a little
capital had all the chances he want- |
ed for growing with the town. He
went back to his first trade, car-/
penter and joiner, starting his own!
mill for cut lumber and building |
timber, and since most of the houses
of Mattawa Landing were of wood, |
he did well.
In fact, after two hard-working |
years he became recognized as one
of Mattawa Landing’s leading citi-
zens and was not only well respect- |
ed but well off. He had almost for- |
gotten to be afraid of the law. :
He made only two mistakes. One
wis to take a ringside seat when a
ports. made him a little afraid. It was
Montreal promoter brought his box-|
ihe stasle north. to give displays uud |
i
i
to take the trip through the rough |
country, and young Len's exhibition |
bout was the reason why James
Ware showed this, his first ring in-
terest in boxing. He saw no harm
in it. Young Len had been in the
novice class when alk She wu
from England; he 't see
a boy could know him, let!
alone recognize him as he was now. |
What he overluoiied was that
novices are usually hero worshipers
and that young Len had been one.
to such effect that he was able to
recognize Frank the Bird in spite of
all changes in him, It was part of
the bad luck of events that he was
too awed to attempt to talk to
James Ware.
The other mistake was in think-
ing that the dearth of women in
Mattawa Landing made it safe for
a temperament like his. It was no
roughneck town and had plenty of
honest-to-goodness families, but the
ladies were mainly married or, any-
how, of the type not to make de-
mands on James Ware's fatal weak-
ness for playing St. George when
they met dragons. What he over-|
looked here was that the very lack
of devourable maidens made drag-
ons fall even harder when the right
type happened along. Yeh, and St.
Georges, too.
James Ware did not find out what
these mistakes were to mean until
well on in his third year at Mattawa.
For, though he, with the rest of the
community, had long known that
Large Yougall was the biggest
toughest and wickedest e
blackguard among dragons, it
was not until Jenny Sterling
came home from university at To-
ronto that he found that Yougall's
nastiness was to have personal re-
actions.
There was a queer sort of fatality
about the whole business. Take!
Jenny herself. It just did not seem
enough that she should be good to!
look at and know that she had a
will as well as an innocence of her
own, that she complicated things
with a love of the outdoors and a
misplaced cinematic taste for he-
men. Fate made her in addition the
daughter of Robert Sterling. And
Robert Sterling was the mountie
sergeant who was all the law in
Mattawa district.
James Ware liked Sterling and
was himself liked by the splendid
old sergeant for his steady, clean-!
run qualities. All the same, the man |
who had been Frank the Bird nat-
urally considered it tactful not to
let liking become too intimate.
Then as to this he-man, out-of-
door stuff, James had quite a lot of
it, Large Yougall, on the other hand,
had even more and could. Large
Yougall was the biggest and strong-
est man in Mattawa. He was the
best woodsman, trapper, shot and
all the rest, if he'd only been honest
and clean enough to abide by his
natural gifts. But big muscles and a
twisted mind, a honey tongue and
gypsy good looks had taught him
that there were easier ways of
picking up a living than work.
Large Yougall not only made a
good thing out of every possible evil
but also had large stretches of suit-
able idleness on his hands. Suitable
because it gave him his chance with
Jenny. He was a man well fitted to
teach her all the things she loved
best—canoeing, shooting, tracking
and so forth, and he knew how to
strew himself around just when she
wanted a lesson.
He was as wicked and as crafty
as a timber wolf. Jenny had no
leanings toward bad men nor taste
for the clandestine, but Large You-
gall arranged all that for her. He
knew that if the sergeant learned
he was playing around with his
daughter there'd be hell to pay, for
the sergeant had his record on file, |
80 he saw to it that the sergeant
did not know, It called for cunning
and quite a lot of lying to Jenny,
but those were the subjects Large
Yougall could have won an honors |
degree in anywhere. i
But if the sergeant, like quite a
lot of fathers before him, had no.
idea of his daughter's danger, James |
Ware had. He knew mainly i
he watched Jenny as a lover will, |
but partly because Large ougall
had decided that a fork of the trail |
just beyond James Ware's timber
cuttings was the safest place for
his “accidental” meetings with Jen-
ny.
James Ware saw that these acci-
dents were becoming far too regu-
lar, and, what Large You-
gall was, he to simmer. That
i
£5
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too much like the Bird
again. Still, he feared for the girl,
and knew he ought to do something.
What it was hard to decide, for the
dread of revealing his past by word
or action was always with him.
He did speak to Jenny herself,
but that was rather worse than
useless. Jenny reacted as clean and
trusting young things always do
when they are certain that one they
like has been slandered, She flared
out at James Ware, told him he had
a mean mind and made it plain
that she felt it was only of
a man indefinitely his superior in
strength, looks, dash and skill that
made him lie about Large Yi
behind his back. Large Yougall ha
filled her mind with that jealousy
stuff. She really did believe that the
frequtnt hard words she heard
about him were due to it.
James Ware was s fo
take her at her word and tell You-
gall what he thought of him to his
face the next time he waited at go
trail fork. Large Yougall, sure
his strength, did not argue. He just
swung to the face and James Ware
went onto his back. Frank the Bird
got up, and it might have fared fill
other man
passed
| had gimlet-eyed James Ware until
| the sergeant’s words and the wro
i wouldn't
‘ the ¢
with Yougall, only that moment
enny arrived. So it fared ill with
James Ware instead.
Her cry made him remember that |
had Kili Necauss oi
Fy
cowardly to stand up and
gruel. But that did not get
him out of his fix, either. It made
Jenny thicker than ever with Large
Yougall, while Yougall himself, with
things getting a bit too hot for him
in Mattawa, was more than willing
to force the pace, Something must
be done to save the girl, even though
it meant earning her hate forever
by telling her father.
Jams Ware, after a good deal of
anxiety, decided to do this—but he
never did. When he got up as far as
the station house it was only to
| pull up blinking before the notice
board. The old bili concerning the
killer, Frank the Bird, had been
pasted up afresh. And even as he
studied it the sergeant came out of
the station house itself with a citi-
fied man.
Sterling saw him and
“Evening, James.
't an™
James Ware, with a trip hammer
going in his throat, managed a des-
perate casualness.
“Hey? Oh, this boxing fella? No
~I was looking at these flood warn-
ings. No, I reckon I never seen any
one like him.”
“Well, if you meet u with hi
you know who's Waiting for ca
news,” the sergeant said genially,
and he waved toward the citified
stranger. “Meet Detective Inspector
Gavany, of Scotland Yard, London. |
Inspector, meet James Ware, one of
our elder citizens and leading men." |
That it off. The Yard man |
called:
Know that face
i
of his nose had satisfied him |
that this chap was not his man.
They shook hands apd parted. But
James Ware was sSwea
Gavany, one of the Yard's
bi
was here after him, A 8 suns,
new hunt
| Was up, as that bill proclaimed. How
had they got on to him after all this
time?
The reason was simple enough.
Young Len had a Prat ugh. |
cently he had mentioned to
that he had seen Frank the Bird at
Mattawa Landing. That was all he
said, for, in fact, that was all
knew, as the Yard found when
they sweated him. He didn't or
remember enough about
hange of nose to think it
worth mentioning,
he Jag said enough to set wheels
wor » especially as Gavany had
been in Ottawa at the time on |
lice business. He had been wired and
had tsaveled up to Mattawa to see |
if anything could be picked up.
James Ware lived through a week
or so of concentrated fear. Only
gradually did he come to see that it
would be all right as long as he
himself did nothing to give himself
away. Nobody even thought of sus-
pecting him. He had into
their lives as a solid and honest |
citizen who had always been part
of the place, Not only was his rec-
ord above question, but even when |
his past, with that of all other citi-
zens, came to be studied in the
thorough Scotland Yard way, Ser-
geant Sterling himself gave him a
clean bill. Hadn't he come out of
the Middle West and not England ? |
Even Gavany took him for what
he seemed. Gavany was looking for |
a prize-fighter. Gavany knew h |
about boxing men to feel certain
that however Frank the Bird might
have disguised , it wasn't in,
the nature of his type to have lived |
in such a h community for
three years without letting slip
Jo doh that would connect
him e game. A sound enough
theory if James Ware hadn't been
made it a point from the first never
to lift a fist to a man or even air
his knowledge of the ring. |
There wasn't even a hint to be
gathered against him, nor any one
else, of course. As the weeks went
by all Mattawa knew that
Gavany, who'd never shown much der, only to run into a couple of a 3.
veg Bia gl had be- Smashes to the mouth that rocked added softly:
to him anew. He was too much the Son—to this you
so be. It'll check that St. George Im- that
come convinced he’
hunt a mare's nest.
been sent to
a
It was onl {
matter of time before he quit oh ores though, and he just fell for- Pulse of yo
ames Ware had to do was to carry |
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for Yo
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and
had
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JigheE
first occasion might have
mere accidental meeting
tried to make it seem. The
emphatically not, and
merely dropped a
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second drove
effect on the ardent
raged, not as the cus-
law, but as a father.
‘$s “Ee
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ung.
For
mere
y be blamed; a
doesn’t find such facts easy
telling to a girl so clean-minded
Jenny. Sum it was u stixe
romp adopted age-o
vl that a parent isa reason-
less, mule-minded creature whose one
a. daughter's love affair is
to see that it does not run smooth.
She could even quote the proverb,
but in any case Pass
| side of the head.
after the first, blew | back
2 daughter;
bi
James Ware saw her go.
was not an affair of snowshoes and
dog teams. Canada is only Our
Lady of Perpetual Snows for the
purpose of poems and picture post-
cards. It was, in fact, tropic heat
and his own unrest that sent him
strolling to his timber cutting when
he should have been asleep. That
was how he heard a horse whinay
from the fork of the trail and sent
him to see what it meant.
He saw Large Yougall sitting a
pinto that was also well laden with
packs, He frowned at that. Yougall
did not own a horse and he won-
dered whom the man had Leen rob-
bing. Then he heard the clickity-
click of hoofs on the trail and Jen-
ny rode up in the moonlight, her
mare also laden with packs.
James Ware's heart froze in his
‘breast. He saw the pair meet and
wheel and ride away, and knew that
Jenny was running off with this
blackguard. For one sick moment he
saw what it meant for her—and
more; he saw what it might mean
to Frank the Bird. And yet he
knew that whatever it might cost
him, Jenny must be saved. He ran
back to his shack and in ten min-
utes was on his horse and riding
after them.
He was not so well mounted as
they. In fact, he would never have
come up with them if Yougall hadn't
made the pace easy, because of the
packs and because he was sure of
his getaway. James Ware knew
about that when the trail fell away
and he saw ahead the broad gleam
of Lake Chignato silver under the
moon. He knew that if Yougall had
a canoe waiting Jenny was as good
as hopeless. The devil could take her
across to any of a thousand secret
creeks on the far side and gain
' more than a day's start from a pur-
suit that must ride around.
And that was Yougall's plan.
James Ware, kicking his mount to
a gallop, only rode out of the tim-
ber as they finished loading the
canoe. Jenny was getting into it.
Yougall was preparing to shove off.
It was touch and go. If he could
not stop that canoe, Jenny was lost.
He wheeled his horse to a high
bank the canoe must pass in order
to get out of the creek. He shouted
to Yougall: “I'm going to jump my
horse at you if you attempt to
Yougall knew what that vould do.
td the frail barkskin cance, He.
cursed and pulled a gun.
“Don't shoot,” Jenny cried. “It's
only one—only James Ware."
There was that in her voice that
hinted that Yougall had given her
an inkling of his true character in
the exuberance of their ride. You-
gall, in fact, was certainly feeling
a big man. He even relished the
idea of beating up this interfering
fool, quite apart from the fact that
a half-killed man would be of no
help to a pursuit. He slung his
great bulk toward James Ware, tell-
ing him in an exhultant shout that
this time it wasn't going to be a
lesson but a massacre.
James Ware slid off his horse and
backed away, while he called to the
girl: “I think this jackal has lied to
you, Miss Sterling. He's a thief
who's been in jail, a blackguard of
the worst character.
Yougall merely laughed, He'd got
the girl; what did it matter if she
knew now? Also, he thought that
James Ware was backing away be-
cause he was scared. He was wrong
there. Jams Ware was drawing him
away from the canoe because he
meant to slip in between and cut
Yougall off from it. Yougall did not |
| an exception to his kind; but he had €ven credit him With cunning until
he rushed in swiping. Then, how-
ever, Frank the Bird sidestepped
like a flash and, with his back to the
canoe, slugged a sledgehammer left
to the bull neck that sent the brute
nuzzling to he und. i
But Yougail es nothing from |
it. He came up threatening mur-
bigger and stronger to be
ward on this man, his arms flailing. |
to the
usual and he would be safe. | Sheer weight smashed one blow the horses. He only referred
he would have been, too, if | through Frank's guard and brought Matter once again. It was as they |
the great elbow jarring against the
i
Frank staggered and backed and!
Yougall followed like a charging |
bull. His great arms seemed to over- |
whelm the slighter man and one or
two of his wild clouts did set the
boxer’'s head ringing; but it was too |
cool a head to be stampeded. As
Yougall pounced to wrestle his man |
down, two Jultawinging Swipes of a
baseball bat seemed meet his
chin and left him flopping on his
Again he came up, shaken but in-
credulous. He simply could not be-
lieve that this half-sized fellow
could have done that to him. He said the sergeant gravely, but he | honey.
charged, slogged, missed, made un-
couth motions of feinting and, even |
as he did, Frank the Bird did his
celebrated hop in and out, his fists |
peck-peck-pecking at the face with
deadly effect.
Only his immense physique kept!
Yougall on his feet under that trip-
hammer tattoo of blows. As it was,
he stood swaying groggily, a sudden
realization of what was ng
to him flaring into his brute mind.
He knew from the sting and kick
of those punches that he was fight- |
ing a master and that the longer he
stayed fighting the less would grow |
his chance of
| she put her
getting away with
Jenny.
It was close-quarter fighting now,
had to be; Frank's head and shoul-
ders against Yougall's,
ripped drumfire jolts to the great
body. Yougall ground him back
step by step, bull-dogged and blind
tear and gouge, He began to use his
immense strength and weight to
twist and break.
He got a tree trunk leg around
Frank's. He butted his head well
home under Frank's chin. His great
left hand held and twisted Frank's
right until it seemed the elbow must
snap. With his right arm round
Frank's waist, he heaved with head
and leg until Frank felt his spine
must go.
It was a killer's fight, Yougail
meant to break his back if he could
and his right arm for a certainty.
These woodsmen stopped at nothing
when their blood was r vw It
was to be Yougall or himself —You-
gall or Jenny, and no quarter. He
seemed to feel his vertebrae grating
as his body curved more and more.
There must be a snap in a moment
He went limp deliberately.
Yougall jeered triumphantly and
shifted grip for a killing hold. As he
did, Frank the Bird hit him. He
jolted his left to the solar plexis, |
every ounce of muscle and cunning
of experience behind it. There hadn't
been too much room to swing, but.
no more than a six inch jolt has
flattened many ring giants before
this. Yougall wasn't a ring giant,
He crumbled like a deflated bladder,
Frank the Bird fainted on top of
him. He came to in a minute, but
already two men had come out of
the trees to examine Yougall and
stand over him. He looked up at,
them—and that was worse than any-
thing Large Yougall had given him.
The men were Sergeant Sterling
and Detective Inspector Gavany, and
from the set of Gavany's face in
the moonlight he knew that ne'd
seen enough of the fight to tell him
James Ware's secret. Frank the
Bird had given himself away, andin
his old and unmistakable manner,
for a girl
Jenny beside them was asking
breathlessly: “Is he dead?”
“Large Yougall is,” said her fati-
er grimly, and then with a look at
Gavany: “It had to be one or the
other, you saw that.—"
“Yes,” Gavany nodded. “I saw.”
Jenny said surprisingly: “Yougall
attacked James Ware—James Ware
was trying to prevent us going off
in the canoe.”
“Touch and go, too,” muttered the
sergeant, his face suddenly working
as he looked from the loaded canoe
to the broad, gl immensity of
Lake Chignato. “We'd never have
found you—Girl! Girl! Do you know
what he has saved you from?”
“James Ware told me—and—and |
I saw for myself,” she choked and
ace in her hands. “Al-
most too late.”
“Yeh, almost too late,” the ser-
geant's voice shook. “If James
hadn't been the fighter he is, it
would have been—"
He pulled up, his face going gray |
as he stared at Gavany. Frank the
Bird's heart went sick. He knew
that Sterling knew what Gavany
knew, Frank the Bird had been
found—With his lips shaking the old
sergeant looked from his girl to
the detective. “Only—the law's the!
law—" he muttered.
“How?” Gavany's voice was an
abrupt, hoarse rasp. “A clear case
of killing in seif-defense, if you ask Soil
me. We saw with our own e
what Yougall meant to do to Ware
here.” i
He dropped to his knees beside
Frank. i
“Did he damage you much, Mr. |
Ware?" he said evenly, wiping the
blood from Frank's face. “No—just
bruises and skin cuts, I see—I'
thought, for the moment, your nose
was broken, but I see it isall right!"
His eyes met Frank's with a steady
stare, but was there the vestige of
grim smile in them? Anyhow, he
, my |
ng lady here, may-
urs—"
He got up and helped to catch
|
drew rein at James Ware's house.
“Well, Mr. Ware, I'll be saying
good-by,” he said, ho out his
hand. “My job here's finished. rm
pull out on the limited tomorrow.
“But—but what mi the |
old sergeant began nervously. i
“The Frank Williams matter?" |
sh Gavany. “I always Jia
think it a waste of time. I'm going
to report to the Yard that, in my |
opinion, Frank the Bird can be
counted as dead. Don't you agree
that's the best line to take, consid- honey-making
ering the circumstances?” |
“Considering the circumstances—I
couldn't advise a better myself,
turned a face bright with relief to-
ward James Ware,
“Them hurts of yours want look-
ing to, James. Shall I send——?
“No,” said Jenny huskily but firm-
ly, looking straight at James Ware,
“T think I can do everything James
wants!”"—By Douglas Newton.
—The bureau of fire protection,
Pennsylvania State Police, reports
that during April, eighty-one cases
of mcendiary and suspicious fires
were assigned for investigation, The
fire loss during April was approxi
mately $2,265,000.
| yield of silage
FARM NOTES.
—Wool should be storeq in
clean, dry place until
basement is
product,
a
it is sold. The
not suitable for such a
—Remove
breeding
hatchery
Poultry specialists,
the cockerels
flock at the close of the
say State College
—Bouquets of flowers from
priate trees can be Placed in solid
blocks of single a le
aid pollination, Bees ties to
tial in securin
fruit, € an adequate set of
appro-
—Arranging kitchen equi
Save steps and dectiany on >
is a practical way of increasing ef-
ficiency and prolonging life. Con-
venience often can be obtained at
comparatively low cost.
—Some farmers are planning to
pasture part of their so and rye
Divide of Jog grain prices. An
Hl provide good grazin
2 or 3 cows for 3 or 4 weeks, E
—Plant and sow when soil
weather conditions are A
and not according to the calendar
or the moon. Good seed and well-
prepared soil are more
than custom.
—There is perhaps no other branch
of farming in which an open mind
is more needed than in fruit grow-
ing. There are certain principles
which are fundamental and live, but
practices of one generation, or even
decade, may be obsolete the next.
A grower was taken to task at a
meeting, by a man who had heard
him express a different opinion
about the matter under discussion
two years before, “I changed my
mind,” he replied. “That is the right
and duty of every man when he
finds that he is wrong.”
He was a practical fruit grower
and keen observer of methods and
Sal fu his Musiness. Some of his
plans a score ears ago might
be discarded now, Fh Hog if liv-
ing, would be the first one to do it.
New Jigs about the behavior of
varieties, ng of trees and
adaptability of various lands oa,
shuraiag: etc, are coming up year-
y.
—Cows that
are forced to go to
the creek for :
their drinki water
in winter give ‘about 10 A cent.
less milk than those that drink
from drinking cups at the stanchion.
—Watering the lawn during the
Summes is important in keeping it
attractive. In a circular just issued
by the Pennsylvania Department of
Agriculture on the preparation and
care of lawns, Dr. E. M. Gress, the
author, has the following to say
about watering the lawn:
“In dry weather when the
becomes dried and parched, the lawn
should be well watered to the depth
of three of four inches
quent intervals at less fre-
account of
the top surface being kept
while in the former case the roots
will grow deeper into the moist low-
er layers of soil.
“Too frequently, the watering of
lawns is begun to be needed. The
water which supplies the plant is
brought up from the lower layers of
by capillary attraction. The top
layer may, therefore, become quite
dry and still do little or no damage
from drought more quickly than
other parts of the lawn, on account
of less absorption and more rapid
evaporation of water. Terraces,
therefore, should receive special at-
tention during drought.”
Dr. Gress has included many other
valuable ons on how to
maintain a good lawn in this circu-
lar which is being distributed free to
all persons n the State requesting
it.
—Few woodlots are se run down
improvement operations are
not practicable,
—Value of live stock on Nevada's
farms and ranges declined more than
$7,000,000 during 1931, to
the estimate of the Sait Lake City
office of the bureau of agriculture.
—Reports from farmers who grow
the major portion of the commercial
potato crop in the United States
indicate that the acreage this year
will be about 2 per cent below last
year.
—Bees are most famous for their
activities, but in some
regions bees are several times as
valuable for their aid in cross-pol-
linating fruit trees a s for eir
—Increasing the spra pres-
sure from 400 to 600 po made
no increase in potato yields at the
Pittsford (N. Y.) tests,
the a e, an eight-ton
an al the acre costs
about $7.50 a ton; five tons cost $11;
and eleven tons cost $6 a ton.
—(jovernment scientists are mak-
ing feeding tests with live stock to
see how artificially dried hay com-
in nutritive value wi hay
dried naturally.