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Bellefonte, Pa., June 10,
1982.
EE ————————
If you see a tall fellow ahead of a crowd
leader of men, marching fearless and
proud
you know
ing aloud
Would cause his proud head to in an-
guish be bowed,
It's a pretty good plan to forget it.
If you know of a skeleton hidden away
In a closet, and guarded and kept
from the day
In the dark, and whose showing, whore
sudden display
Would cause grief and sorrow and life-
long dismay,
It's a pretty good plan to forget it.
A
And of a taie whose mere tell-
If you know of a thing that will darken
the joy
Of 2a man or a woman, or a girl or a
boy,
That will wipe out a smile, or the least
WAY annoy
A fellow, or cause any gladness to cloy
It's a pretty good plan to forget it.
COMPROMISING CATHBURT
Patrick Haines had discovered
relatively. Not Mr, Einstein's brand,
perhaps, but he had pettectad a sys-
tem for making me and space
seem as important as a Vice Presi-
dent. Almost without effort he could |
paste six crumpled sheets back on
the calendar and re-establish the
space-time co-ordinates of a previous
€
The piano was the essential back-
ground. Only when he was playing
as tonight could he recapture the
past. Given the piano and the throb
of the dance orchestra around him,
closing his eyes would do the trick,
Here he was at the Diamond Lake |
Resort—"“society’'s preferred play-
ground,” the letterhead said. The
time was six months A. C.—after
the crash that truly stupendous
crash with which Haines Interna-
tional By-Products became just
another of those things. Now he was
Patrick Haines, orchestra leader,
playing for the nightly dance in the
Diamond Lake Casino. i
Now he closed his eyes. Curious.
Nothing but a htmare. He was
back at the old Omega fraterni-
ty house. Except for that exam in
Bug 7, he had not a care in the
world. Why worry? International |
By-Products represented one of the
largest private fortunes in the Mid-
dle West. He was Princeton Pat, of
unassailable position, He played the
piano because if he stop he would
have to fuss around with a flock of
depressing close-ups of chicken eggs
in a rather delicate condition.
Simplicity itself. Ho was rich and
popular and unworried just as long
as he kept his eyes closed and the
orchestra bleated at his back. But
the descending run in unfinished
sevenths was coming, and even his
expert fingers needed guidance there.
Eyes open. ! And he was back
at the resort, playing the piano for
his bread and butter.
From the orchestra platform one
could see everything. Not so good,
because it made one remember.
First of all, he saw Mrs. Ruggles.
Somehow one always saw Mrs. Rug-
gles, There was a good deal of her,
more or less covered with expensive
clothes, and illuminated with expen-
sive jewelry and exhibited in expen-
sive places. Ruggles Radium Reauty
Clay, you know. A bare six months
ago she had thought Radium Beauty
Clay and International By-Products
would combine very gracefully. But
Radium Clay had merely shrunk,
while I. B. P. had exploded with a
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pause. Patrick hoped it was dark
enough so that there was no need
for him to grin. “Why not?” he.
mused gravely.
“I—I haven't been asked,” Ricarda
whispered. “Pat, isn't there any way
to make a man pro ” {
“Have you tried letting him res-
cue you from sudden death? They
say that's rather effective.” |
“Did you ever rescue a girl?”
“What's that got to do with it?"
“You saved three last summer.
And only two were shamming. And |
did you marry them? You did not.’
Did you marry even one of them?
Not noticeably.”
Patrick scowled. He didn't care to
think of his own matrimonial possi-
bilities tonight. Flippancy—that was
the remedy.
“What you Jeally need, Ricky, is
a desert island. the books agree |
that when a couple get cast away
on a desert island they rush for the
altar as soon as they're rescued.
“H'm,” said Ricarda. “Would you |
mind handing me a cigarette and a
desert island?”
“Here you are.” He proffered the
package. “And there you are.” He
waved his hand toward a dark blot
in the track of silver moonlight. |
“You mean Whitlows Island?” Ri-
carda stretched her own match.
“Who ever heard of a desert island |
with a $10,000 log cabin on it?”
“You did, Ricky. You're hearing |
about it now. The only indispensabe |
for a desert island is that it be
deserted, and the Whitlows are
Norway." |
“H'm,” said Ricarda thoughtfully.
“You guarantee it will work? 'To-|
morrow we will go to the island. We |
must pretend t the Whitlows
have written to me to run over and
see if their place is ail right.”
. “I beg pardon,” said Patrick.
“Did you say ‘we?”
“Certainly. You and I and—and
the other.”
“You simply don't understand,”
| Patrick protested. “Ordinary rules
| are off in this case. A chaperon is
| just something that isn't done on a
desert island.”
| “I know, said Ricarda, nodding
| very seriously. “But something has
to pen to the boat. You're just
| the thing that happens. You see, as
soon as we reach the island I shall
fall down and sprain my ankle in,
several places. You will go for a
| doctor. And if you come back I
shall be very deeply offended.”
“That's terrible,” groaned Patrick,
He felt a queer sense of relief in
, discovering that it might not be so
easily managed after all. “We!
should sling you in the boat and
set a new record coming home.”
“You would not,” Ricarda contra-
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| dicted him calmly. “While I'm
spraining my ankle 1 might just as
well break a few ribs. I shall
scream like a panther whenever I'm
magnificent report. Good joke on the touched. The doctor must be brought
old girl if he had married her daugh- to me.
ter before the pop. Tough on Ricar-
though. He had been rather fond
“Why won't he be? Unless I fall
out of the boat and
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at the
Why, sup they got here and
found us all stored away up here at
the house——"'
“Would that make it any worse?"
_ path behind him.
landing when they come. WaY
I can think » asked Ricky.
“Here I he ta Kes; “I've got it. You stay here and
Patrick was somewhat confused I'll 80 down and watch for them.
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| over. He looked down anxiously. She
about the next few seconds. Things
rather blurred for a moment, and
then he found himself battling with
Ricarda on the edge of the path.
There was no other word for it. His
locked
behind her back, and she was
struggling and pushing at his shoul-
ders. It seemed to Patrick that this
went on for a long time. Then he
almost lost his balance and crushed
her against him as he staggered,
she went quite limp all
had not fainted, but tears were run-
ning down her face, and that seem-
| ed infinitely more awful. You never
Sucugnt of Ricarda as crying, some-
“Now look what's happened" she
wailed. i i
“But it's all right, Ricky.”
“Oh, I don't know what to do
next,” Ricarda moaned.
“Leave it all to me, Ricky. We'll
fix it some way.”
It was Ricarda’s face that stopped
him. She was staring out past his
shoulders with the most amazing
expression. He released her sudden-
ly and turned around.
down through the trees,
Patrick could see the lake, with a
long point running out into it. Just
coming out from behind the point
he could see a boat. It was their
boat. Cuthburt was in it rowing
very vigorously.
“Hey!” yelled Patrick. He put his DOW
hands to his mouth and bellowed,
He forgot altogether about the prop- |
er way for an orchestra leader to!
address one of his employer's pa-
trons. “Where the Sam Hill do you |
think you're going?” i
Cuthburt stopped rowing. He peer-
o up & the island, as i gh seek-
ng them among the trees. Finally
his voice came faint and fla !
the water.
“I'm for the doctor,” he
called. he started rowing again, |
I ied somethin.”
. e s ted some Aid
said Ricarda.
“Not really!” said Patrick heavily,
feeling rather foolish.
“He must have heard the whole
plan. He must have been hiding in
the bushes or some Ff
“Probably on the other pier,” said |
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Patrick. “Voices amazing!
over the water at night.”
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! There had been no sardines,
soup and beans made a fair substi-
Then——'
“If you think you're going to
!Jeave me alone up here, you'd bet-
ter think twice more,” said Ricarda
promptly. “If it will do any good,
we'll go down and roost on the pier.
But it looks to me as though we
were in for it. If I could only see
mother's face when she gets the
news. The only gleam of light in
tbe whole mess, and I'm going to
miss it.”
“You mustn't take it too serious-
ly, Patrick urged. And at the same
time he realized that he was taking
it very seriously Mmseif. Anyway
you figured it, re was going to
be a fearful howl about this. Es-
pecially since she hadn't sprained
anything after all. He sought in
vain for something light and cheer-
ful to say.
“It's barely possible,” said Ricarda
“that the Whitlows left a sardine
or something. Shall we forage? And
if we must sit on that pier, I'm for
taking a blanket and some pillows.”
It was quite dark by the time
they stumbled back down the path,
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tute; Patrick would have enjoyed
himself immensely if he could have
forgotten the situation, They sat on
the pier and tae aay Shikel
a at many cigarettes, and even
Ro song or two. They said:
“Cuthburt will be here any minute
But it hardly sounded convincing.
Ricarda yawned, as attractively as
. Then she opened one eye.
Then she closed it quite rapidly. a
“I never Sa the moon so bright,
she murmured. |
“You never did,” agreed Patrick,
“That's the sun.” i
He was positive about it, because
he had watched it come up. He had
| peen awake for some time. but he rick
| hadn't moved on account of Ricar-
da's head. Somehow it had got jam-
med in between his chin and collar-
bone, and everything was so com-
fortable and satisfactory that he
hadn't wanted to disturb her.
“Then this—this is tomorrow?”
asked Ricarda, without opening her
eyes.
YTnis is the morning after, if
that's what you mean,” said Patrick.
“How long do you think your dear |
friend, Cuthburt, will leave us on!
‘laid her hands upon his shoulders,
“I guess he didn't want to marry this blasted island?”
me very much,” said Ricarda. “I should think,” said Ricarda,
Patrick sought some moments for very judicially, “that noon would be
a comforting thing to say. | about the limit. He can't stay lost
“And now wouldn't you feel aly | in broad daylight, and it wouldn't
if you were lying down there be very convincing to fall over
bent out of shape?” he offered at another root.”
length. | “But why? why would he do such
“I wish I were,” said Ricarda. a thing?”
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“Pat.”
“Yes, Ricky. I'm sorry.”
“Do you—do you really feel that
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“Forget it, Ricky. I was a perfect
twirp to mention it. If you say so,
I'll swim a hundred yards off shore
and float around until the boat!
comes.” {
“There's a boat coming now, Pat.”
“That's—that's nice.” He couldn't |
make it sound very enthusiastic, |
“And I thought we ought to de-
cide things somehow before they
come."
“There's nothing to decide. We'll
let Curthburt do the explaining.”
“I mean that—well—after all,
we've been cast away, and you feel- |
ing the way you do, and I guess I
didn't love Cuthburt very much af-|
ter all—" i
“Ricky! You mean—you——" For
a moment, his heart leaped unreas-
onably. Then he returned to sanity.
“Don't, Ricky. I'm not ever worth |
pity. Just forget about me.”
“I can't, Pat. Not if you really |
care. Because, when I think it over, |
I guess probably I-—I do, too.” |
“You what?”
She came to him hesitatingly and
gently, timidly, as though she ex-'
pected to be pushed away. cal
“Ricky—child. You mean—you'd!'
be willing to wait.”
“No, Pat,” said Ricarda, "I
wouldn't think of waiting.” i
“Now we'll have your story,” said
Patrick. |
Cuthburt was lying on a chaise-
lounge with a towel about his fore.
head.
“And a very amazing story :t is,
old chap. No sooner had I landed.
and hastened up the dock than I
stubbed my toe on a bally minnow
bucket.”
“You mean root, don't you?”
“No, no. Minnow oucke:, Conse- |
quently I took something of a heasd- |
er, and whanged my noble brow on
the pier with considerable vim.
Would you believe it, my dear fel-
low, I suffered a complete loss of |
memory. i
“I would not believe it,” said Pat-
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“I was afraid you wouldn't. But'
listen, old thing. You are—you are
engaged to Ricky, aren't ”
“I have that honor,” said Patrick
stiffly, Cuthburt was the last person
with whom he cared to discuss it,
Cuthburt apparently considered it a
catastrophe to be engaged to Ricar-'
da. He sank back and sighed deep-
ly. :
“Whew! What a relief,” said Cuth- |
burt. \
“What do you meap—relief?"
growled Patrick.
“My dear chap, I simply never
went in very keenly for this boxing
business.” :
“Is it possible,” Patrick wondered
aloud, feeling rather dazed, “that
you did light on so-called |
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“Not at all necessary,” said Ri-
' carda. “You distinctly remember Dr,
Young is fishing at Razorback that
| afternoon, so you row directly to the
‘end of the lake and take the trail |
| over the ridge. On account of the
teurful agony I'm A you |
| try to make a short cut. You fall!
| over a log and lie unconscious until
dark. Then, of course, you can be
cool and slim; not exactly thin, but lost.” :
compared with her mother's ponder- “I still think it would be more
ous elegance—— . convincing if I were drowned,” mur-
She was dancing with Cuthburt mured Patrick. There was no point |
St. Claire. Mother's doing, probably. in taking this seriously. Ricarda was
Luck for Cuthburt, although being just talking. “By the
mother's candidate was strenuous. the—er—the third
Patrick could have given him some |
pointers on the job,
da,
of Ricky. If they hadn't been so
busy outwitting her mother's plans
to throw them together, they might
have had time to fall in love. How
far away those brave, careless days
seemed, now that he had his eyes
open,
It took him some time to locate
Ricarda. She was harder to find than
her mother, but worth the trouble.
Gray chiffon and silver; young and
' the way
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“Haven't I told you?” asked Ri-
but Cuthburt carda.
wasn't the sort of person you gave “You have not.”
pointers to. He had an almost vul- “He's—Cuthburt St. Claire”
gar amount of money and an amaz-
ing full-midiron shot.
What more
could you ask? Wasn't this the
fourth time he had danced with
Ricarda? Patrick closed his eyes.
| “Ricky! You don't—you don't
| mean it? You're just being funny,
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| “What's funny about it?” asked
| Ricarda, very surprised and a little
offended.
After the dance he escaped from
the pavilion and wandered down to, “Do you really want him, Ricky?" |
the shore, where a small fishing pier | Apparently she considered this not
seemed to promise the seclusion worth answering. She stood
proper to serious thought. It was a
calm night and the moon had not
yet set. In a minute now he would
start thinking. Meanwhile, the moon-
light glittered on the ripples.
“Hello. I didn't know there was
anybody out here.”
He jerked to his feet. How on
earth she moved so silently in
Dam at Hin clbow Hie a Ehon
pearing a
Gray chiffon in the m
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t—very
oonligh!
ghostly indeed. This night was full of
of osts, it seemed.
you mind if I join you?" ask-
ed Ricarda.
“That's undiploma said Pat.
He shook a warning finger. Mustn’'t
be serious. “On account of how
you've already joined me, What I
mean is, it's practically an invita-
tion to be rude.”
“I'll leave if want to be
alone,” offered Ricarda, curling her- | the
seld up on the bench in a manner
that struck him as distinctly per-
manent.
It seemed hardly necessary to re-
ply to that, so Patrick sat down
again. He sat and looked at Ricarda.
She appeared rather frail and help-
less, hugging her slim silk knees
with her slim white arm. But Pat-
very
| still, watching him, waiting for
| something.
! “You win, said Patrick. “If you
| really want him I'll get him for
| you.
| This was a perfectly impossible
| situation that he had got himself
| into. Of course, Ricky had a reputa-
| tion for doing the madly
| but there ought to be a limit, even
{| for Ricky. Each long stroke of the
| oars was taking them nearer to one
those that sim didn't
hap It wasn't fair, Patrick con-
If a man talks drivel to
serious and then
has to work out nonsense in per-
fect seriousness, what was the
world coming to, and so forth? And
things were happening so beastly
fast. Here he was barely pulling,
and that silly island was
leaping across the lake to meet
keep from
m,
Cuthburt would begin to get sus-
picious in a minute. Why didn't he
say some ?
“Well, here we are,” said Cuth-
burt.
“I ghall do it any minute now,”
Ricarda.
whispered
“Wait, Ricky. Let's think it over.”
ble, | Ricky would be liable to think all
y | Patrick crossed the room, sat gin-
“But everything's perfect. There
“Let's go up to the house and brea®
a window and play the ”
“Good heavens!" said
denly, breaking off in the middle of
a chord. For some moments he had
been hearing a queer gurgling
little sound Woon notes. i
flashed upon him that Ricky was
crying around on
old- oned piano stool, he
gazed across the room in helpless
horror. If it were any other girl, of
Soutye; he would wive Yau io pari
ticular attention, but it was all
wrong for Ricky to be curled moist-
ly in the corner of the big lounge
way, who is | wila her smooth head buried be-| that when a couple
tmten, Too” ent, Blows. _ Rick
't cry. ow -
ly she had en this frus-
tration of their not so-well-laid
plans. l
The really devastating part of it’
was that there was nothing for Pat- | iy
rick to do. In the old days, of
course, he would have dashed across
the room, picked her up quite cas-
ually and quite comfortably and
dried her tears with a large, crisp
masculine handkerchief. And in be-
tween wipes, as it were, he would
have done other things to convince
her that she was not so utterly des-
| olate and friendless as she sounded.
All of which would have been quite
proper. Ri would have been |
quietly gra and neither of them
would ever have referred to it again.
But that wouldn't do at all now.
sorts of embarrassing things. And
he himself would feel anything but
casual. y, but losing your money
made you feel differently about
most SYerylhing.
“Don’t, y. It will be all t.
Probably he's just trying to get a
rise out oF, you. I'm sure hell--hell
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everything ——
Ricky buried her face yet deeper.
gerly on the extreme edge of the
davenport and patted her shoulder.
No, even that made him feel pre-|
sumptuous and uncomfortable.
“It'll turn out all right, Ricky.”
“Don't you realize,” she gulped,
“that it's getting dark?”
“It usually does about this time,
What of it? There's nothing——"
All at once it dawned on him. He
leaped to his feet and dashed to the
atrick sua- | TY
has boxing to do with
“It’s rather a long story,” said
Cuthburt. “The high spots, quite
simply, are these: Ricky said she'd
have her biggest brother beat me
to a pulp if you were rescued too
soon, And I know for a fact that
the chappie's one of the best ama- |
teur welterweights in the East.” |
“Oh,” said Patrick. There really
on
“I don’t believe he wants to mar- |’
me at all,’ suggested Ricarda.
“And he's probably afraid that we
would think up a better scheme if
he escaped this one. So, to be per-
fectly safe in the future, he's—well
—he’s—oh, you can see, can't you?"
“I cannot.” :
“Well he probably sort of thinks
that now you’ ve marry me. ’ ee
on account UT erg shipwrecked, Futon. else to say.—By Hunt |
“But that's all nonsense.” | i
“Is it? That's nice, if you're quite
sure. He probably
CHEAP SEEDS PROVE TO
heard You say BE WEEDS, SELLERS GONE
were cast away, tl i
they always—" | Farmers are being victimized in
“Even Cuthburt” said Patrick, Pennsylvania by le seed |
“should know that I can't marry peddlers who truck in from another
you. I haven't any money.” | State a quantity of 1 mis-
“Not any?” asked Ricarda sleep- |
“Not from your point of view. ot!
course, we're going to make some |
records in the fall, and I've found a
branded seed and sell it to farmers
at cutrate prices, and then skip out
of the territory before the farmers
find that the seed, which looked so
good, either is polluted with weed
ublisher for the last two numbers seeds or will not grow.
and that new night club——But it's] The seed is usually sold by the
out of the question, of course.” ! driver on city streets, at country
“Of course,” agreed Ricarda. “But | elevators, farm auctions, or on trips |
it's nice of you to think of it. Still, | from farm to farm. A common
‘because the
I don't think two people would be
very happy if they got engaged just |
y were shipwrecked. I|
he ought to—you know-—more
or less love her, don't you think?”
There was some things Patrick |
could stand, and some that he
couldn't, This was the subject about |
which he had been thinking most of |
the night, and it is not a subject a
man keeps to himself if he has the
slightest encouragement. For a mo-
ment, he boiled over. |
“Ricarda Ruggles, listen to me.
You'll marry some decent chap be-
fore long, and be very happy and
very popular and successful. And
you'll forget all about me, because
at the earliest opportunity I'm going
to beat it out of here and gc soma
place where you'll never hear of me
again. So you don't need to take
this very seriously. But I can't go
without letting you know that I've
just discovered that you're the most
—ithe most——" He gurgled impo-
tently for a space.
“What I mean, Ricky, in pure ana
unadulterated language, is that I-—
I—well, as you might say, I love
you, Absolutely. Completely. More
practice seems to be to establish a
sales agency through a farmer or
grain elevator in rural districts, the
investigations of the Federal author-
ities and State agricultural agencies his
show. With the ageucy established,
the farmer or grain elevator sells
directly or takes orders for the seed
and the tuck owner tends to avoid
legal ty and has to spend
only a little time in the State. By
the time the seed buyer tests the
seed, the truck seed salesman is
gone, or is in another State where |
seed officials are powerless to reach
him,
Recently the State seed labora-
tory examined a sample of ‘“boot-
leg” soy bean seed and found that
it contained morning glory seed at
the rate of 10,500 seeds to the bush-
el. A farmer buying this seed would
sow from 15,000 to 20,000 morning
glory weed seeds to the acre.
Both State and Federal agricul-
tural officials are that farm-
ers and seed dealers report the ac-
tivities of peddlers of illegal seeds
at once so that the re: e par-
ties can be apprehended and prose-
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common salt and sprinkling it with
two ounces of pottasium iodide dis-
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good flow of milk. A very satisfac-
tory meal ration consists of three
parts of bran, two parts crushei
oats and one part oil meal.
Arrest the oat smut thief.
During the past few years, oat
smut has been increasing, and it is
estimated that this robber
reduced the yield of oats in Penn-
sylvania last year two bushels to
the acre on the average and in many
instances it caused loss of one-third
to one-half of the crop.
—"Expenditure of 2 to 3 cents
an acre for formaldehyde and about
three minutes of time in using it
woud uve saved all the lost hush-
s,” declares Count: mt, R. C.
Blaney. Treating a ih with
the latest method of applying for-
maldehyde is easy and inexpensive.
One pint of 40 per cent formalde-
hyde solution is the right amount
to use on 50 bushels of oats to get
complete control and yet cause no
injury. If more of the solution is
used seed injury may result.
—*"Dilute the formaldehyde with
an equal quantity of water and pour
into 2 hand sprayer of one quart
capacity. “Dump the oats on a clean
barn floor or canvass. While the oats
are being shoveled from one pile to
another, spray each shovelful with
the solution. One stroke of the
sprayer gives about the right
amount. “After all the oats are
treated this way, pile in a heap and
cover with garden sacks or blankets
which have been sprayed inside and
outside with the solution, Allow the
oats to remain covered for at least
five hours, after which they may be
bagged and drilled. Treatment may
‘be made at any time before HE
but it is advisable to plant soon af-
ter treating. Since the formaldehyde
vapor acts as an irritant, b
it should be avoided by holding the
sprayer close to the oats and by
WOEkng from one side of the pile
y."”
Use of this method will permit
farmers to grow just as many oats
on nine acres as would be grown on
10 acres sowed with untreated seed.
Spending 18 to 27 ceats will save
working and planting the extra
acre, which may be considered es
growing ni when the crop is
full of smut. addition, the oats
are more convenient to handle and
the straw is clean when the seed
has been treated.
—Soft-shelled eggs may result
from lack of lime in the ration, a
uefect that can be corrected by
keeping crushed oyster shells before
hens, or it may result from in-
in the egg producing
mechanism of the hen that is hard
to assign a cause to.
Alfalfa or clover leaves from
well cured ay supply needed lime
and minerals and cod-liver oil and
! direct sunlight that does not come
through glass helps in the utilizing
of the lime and other minerals in
the food. If the hens are laying soft-
shelled eggs at this season of the
year, I would suspect that thev are
not getting the crushed oyster shell
of ey kind may mean nothing more
than an accident of production,
of these so-called “wild horses”
some of the western States, such as.
Idaho and New Mexico, though many
—The home garden er may extend
growing season in the fall by
the use of hotbeds and cold frames.
—On soils containing sufficient
lime the most productive grazing
crop known today is sweet clover.
—By treating their seed carefully
grain growers can save hundreds
of thousands of dollars, which are
lost annually through plant diseases.
—Lime can be spread and Jisked
in ahead of oats, corn or soy beans,
or it can be applied after the corn
or soy beans come through the
ground.
—Alfalfa meal is not a good pro-
tein supplement for chickens, even
in very smsll quantities.
—An ideal pedigree carries a uni-
form line of meritorious animals
taroughout.
cuted,
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