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NEWS LETT
hsual Weather Conditions
ty meetings.
ps
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attended.
r farm problems.
Milk Meetings
years. He presented
ear.
egetable Grows Four
Times In Popularity
icle of diet.
ent.
ring planting.
bvided drainage is good.
NTY AGENT'S
|
|
ast week was a hard one on|
The weather
e determining factor. But in
the very unusual weather
the insect meetings were
More than forty | flock owners at the present time. The
in the Salisbury community | size of the 1929 lambcrop will depend
ut to Benders’ Auditorium to largely upon the attention given
Twenty-
hers in the Centerville and
d communities came out to
. Pepper talk on the control
s on farm and garden plants.
the
t of the farmers through the
. who are charged with the
p iron out the difficulties as
hous has increased in popu-
rapidly that the acreage in
htry has grown 400 per eent
3.
ger is asparagus regarded as
, but is now considered as a
Most of the ance of a very well-finished lamb.
brown in commercial plant-
ever, many home gardens they should be removed when the
lambs are from one to two weeks of
bone of this delicious vegeta-
age. Another menace of profits is
gus is the first green avail-
nh the spring garden and it
hd every day for two months.
ily of five, 50 to 100 roots
L the time to order roots for
Use well-
e-year-old roots of the Mary
on variety which can be ob-
om any reliable seedman.
gus can be grown success-
practically all Pennsylvania
1-drained sandy soil is ideal.
depth is 8 to 12 inches. For
al purposes the rows are
to 5 feet and the roots are
, hand from 20 to 24 inches
Farm Flock Profits
Subject To Change
Profits from the farm flocks next
fall depend on five important points.
These are the number of lambs]
raised, quick and economical growth
to marketable condition, having all
lambs docked and all male lambs cas-
trated, the proper degree of finish at
market time, and the breeding back
of the lambs.
All of the factors named, except
the last one, are under control of
flocks during the next 6 or 8 weeks.
Breeding ewes need a good nour-
ishing ration, containing plenty of
protein, at this time. Good fresh
corn silage fed in combination with
|clover ‘hay furnishes a splendid
| roughage. Ewes that are suckling
Reist, in charge of Agricul-|lambs also should have about one
nomics, gave a very interest- | pound a day of a grain mixture, com-
c illustration of the history
ittsburgh Milk shed for the
posed of 300 pounds of oats, 100
pounds of shelled corn, 75 pounds of
bran, and 50 pounds of oil meal.
Protect and Feed Lambs
It is well to remove the ewe and
lamb from the rest of the flock for 48
hours after the lamb is born. The
young lambs should be creep-fed as
soon as they will eat grain, which is
about two weeks of age. A good
pounds of cracked corn, 100 pounds
of ground oats, and 50 pounds of oil
meal.
Long tails often spoil the appear-
| Since the tails are so much waste,
the buck lamb, which sells from $1.50
sh.
Mistakes in breeding cannot be cor-
—
but they need not be repeated.
because like begets like.
Cow Testing Association
to $2.00 per hundred pounds less than
wether lambs, depending on the fin-
rected in the spring crop of lambs
Fu- —of Valuable—
ture flocks should carry good blood,
Monthly Report of the Brothersvalley
M. S. Smith, Daisy, R. H., 1781 lbs. |
milk, 55.2 lbs. butterfat.
H. H. Glessner, Maiden, R. H., 1672 |
lbs. milk, 51.8 lbs. butterfat. i
E. M. Knepper, Ethel, Gr. H., 1400
Ibs. milk, 49.0 lbs. butterfat.
milk, 49.0 lbs. butterfat.
Ibs. milk, 48.3 lbs. butterfat.
lbs. milk, 47.5 lbs. butterfat.
E. M. Knepper, Liza, Gr. H., 1316
lbs. milk, 47.1 lbs. butterfat.
H. H. Glessner, Hillside, R. H,,
1450 lbs. milk, 46.4 lbs. butterfat.
Monthly Report of the Somerset
Cow Testing Association
J. Orlo Walker, tester for the Som-
erset Cow Testing Association re-
ports for the month of February 25
herds tested, 249 cows in milk, 68
cows dry, 30 cows producing over 40
lbs. fat, 10 cows producing over 50
bs. fat, 40 cows producing over 1,000
]bs. milk and 19 cows producing over
1,200 lbs. milk.
The ten highest cows in butterfat
for the month are as follows:
Somerset County Home, Daisy, R.
H., 2304 lbs. milk, 85.2 lbs. butterfat.
W. B. Lease, Betty, R. B. S., 1484
bs. milk, 66.8 lbs. butterfat.
J. E. Blough, Lily, Gr. H., 1481 lbs.
milk, 66.6 lbs. butterfat.
L. A. Bowman, Dais, Gr. H., 1506
grain mixture is composed of 300 lbs. milk, 60.2 lbs. butterfat.
Somerset County Home, Sylvia, R.
H., 1719 lbs. milk, 60.2 lbs. butterfat.
Somerset County Home, Phylis, R.
H., 1767 lbs. milk, 58.3 lbs. butterfat.
B. F. Miller, Pearl, Gr. H., 1226 !bs.
milk, 57.6 lbs. butterfat.
H. A. Tospon, Ruth, Gr. H.,, 1506
lbs. milk, 51.2 lbs. butterfat.
H. A. Tospon, Beauty, Gr. H., 1277
Ibs. milk, 51.1 Ibs. butterfat.
Mrs. Ellen Shockey, Red, Gr. S.,
1263 1bs. milk, 50.5 lbs. butterfat.
C. C. McDowell, County Agent.
PUBLIC SALE
PERSONAL PROPERTY and
REAL ESTATE
The undersigned will offer at public
sale in the Glotfelty Store building
at Wittenburg, Larimer Township,
Kenneth E. Long, tester for the| Somerset County, Pa., on
Brothersvalley Cow Testing Associa-
tion reports for the month of Febru-
ary 24 herds tested, 221 cows in milk,
63 cows dry, 27 cows producing over
40 lbs. fat, 4 cows producing over 50
SATURDAY, MARCH 30, 1929
Beginning promptly at 1:00 P. M.
property and real estate of Minerva
J. G. Suder, Lil, Gr. S, 1324 lbs.! Joseph P. Hoerle et ux. to Union
Kuhns Glessner, Beaut, R. H., 1422 |
J. J. Miller, Frazier, Gr. H,, 1i891
The following described personal John M. Weimer, Meversdalo; $10.
MEYERSDALE COMMERCIAL, THURSDAY, MARCH 14, 1929
"REALTY DEALS
Clarissa Jane Loughner Morgan
to Neuton B. Baumgardner, Cone-
maugh Township; $1.
Realty Co., Jenner Township; $1.
| Reading Iron Co. to Joseph Man-
'ges, Quemahoning Township; $1.
Joseph Manges et ux. to Reading
Coal Co., Quemahoning Township; $1.
Don I. Davis et ux. to Elmer L.
Naugle, Somerset Township; $200.
Somerset Improvement Co. to Mar-
tin L. Markel et ux., Somerset Town-
ship; $5,700.
Thomas Reese et al. to John O.
Stoner, agreement.
Jonathan Miller et ux. to Edward
Kimmel et al., Brothersvalley Town-
ship; $142.90.
John O. Stoner to H. K. Stoner,
Brothersvalley Township; $1.
Thaddeus L. Doyle et ux. to Dora
Pletcher, Milford Township; $585.
S. S. Mosholder et ux. to J. C. Lip-
hart, Milford Township; $1,400.
William Barndt to Second National
Bank of Meyersdale, J. H. Bowman,
assignee.
S. T. Cunningham to Alta Cunning-
ham, Somerset Borough; $1.
Thomas Bengough to William Ma-
notti et ux., Windber Borough; $3-
800.
Anna Almira Humes to Common-
wealth of Pennsylvania, Addison and
Elk Lick Townships; $14,901.62.
William Gibbons et ux. to Mike
Slavish, Shade Township; $18.
David A. Lambert et ux. to Erna
C. Woodward, Stonycreek Township;
$500.
Lester H. Kimmel et ux. to Lillie
M. Peck et vir, Stonycreek Township;
$5,000.
William Gibbons et ux. to H. H.
Walker, Shade Township; $25.
John Yoder et ux. to Uriah Blough,
Conemaugh Township; $2,000.
Morgan H. Walker et ux. to Union
Trust Company of Maryland; $300.
E. L. Simpson’s heirs to Harvey
Schall, Somerset Borough; $1.
Conemaugh Coal Mining Co. Trus-
tee to U. S. Savings & Trust Com-
pany, Conemaugh and Brothersvalley
Townships; $900.
Harvey H. Kretchman et ux. to
Pennsylvania Electric Co. et al. to
lbs. fat, 83 cows producing over 1,000 | A Miller, deceased:
lbs. milk and 17 cows producing over | Stoves, irons, dishes, lamps, dining Harvey H. Maust et al., Elk Lick
1,200 Ibs. milk. table, sewing machine, canned fruit, Township; $1.
The ten highest producing cows in |potatoes, beds, springs, pillows, apple ER — EE —__o
covered lightly with soil |butterfat for the month are as fol-| butter, dressers, smoked meat, white | Rectifying A_ Mistake Of Nature
until growth begins before lows: rock chickens, and many other arti- Ethel—“What a finely chiseled
ded. The trench is gradually| H. H. Glessner, Ped, Gr. S., 1240 cles too numerous to mention. mouth you have! Tt ought to be on a
w. In gardens, where space
d, the roots are sometimes
RE inches in the row and the
heed two feet apart. The
the ordinary
> closes the trench.
cultivation
ih soil as growth proceeds. lbs. milk, 57.0 lbs. ‘butterfat.
Kuhns Glessner, Tops, Gr. H., 1408
Ibs. milk, 56.3 lbs. butterfat.
Also One Parcel of Real Estate.
EDGAR BITTNER,
Administrator. | portunity.”
girl’s face.”
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(Copyright.)
Ni bin CLEVELAND stopped
her roadster at the gate of an
old house that sat by the wayside.
“Well, Cousin Phyllis,” said
Marion, turning lovely green eyes on
her middle-aged relative, “here is
the old Cleveland homestead, and it
looks wickedly lonesome to me!”
Cousin Phyllis squeaked dismally.
“Well, Marion—let us go and find
Letty Brown and then look for Sam
Willis to clear up the yard.”
Marion started the car and they
sped down the street and stopped at
the lane where Letty Brown lived.
Cousin Phyllis alighted and went to
see about Letty herself. Presently
she came back with a stout, comfort-
able colored woman who greeted
Marion with indulgent affection.
Letty climbed into the rumble seat
which, with her belongings, she
fitted snugly. She sat there proudly
as the roadster went along and
stopped at a small, mean house with
closed shutters.
“Sam Willis. ma’am, he’s left town,”
informed Letty.
“Left town?
Cousin Phyllis.
“] guess, ma'am, it was dreckly
after he rented your house to the
artist—about a month ago.”
“What artist? What right bad
Sam to rent it?”
“Mr. Adams, ma'am, I think his
name is—is -a real nice, harmless
gentleman. He lives in the little east
wing and eats at the inn. Spends a
lot of time out on the bay—jest goes
out the back gate and gets into his
boat and off he goes paintin’.”
“What did Judge Lanis think about
it?” asked Marion Cleveland.
“Oh, I reckon de jedge don’t think
nothing more about yearthly things,
ma'am. He went to glory about
two months ago.”
Just then the roadster drew up at
the gate.
They entered the great dusky hall
and Marion threw open the doors in-
to large rooms where a green gloom
lingered, for all the window shutters
were tightly closed.
“You go and raise all the window
shades and open the shutters and
then the windows,” commanded Miss
Phyllis. When Letty had departed
on her window job, Miss Phyllis
suddenly grasped Marion’s arm and
whispered in her ear. “Did you hear
a sound upstairs?” Y
Marion nodded. “A cautious sound
as if someone was there who had no
right to be there! Suppose we find
the painter, Mr. Adams, first.”
Then they went outside and
knocked at the outer door of the two-
roomed wing, and the door opened
and revealed a young man in a paint
er’'s smock, with a pipe between his
lips. He smiled pleasantly.
“Are you Mr. Adams?’ inquired
Cousin Phyllis, and that being set
tled, the lady sat down on the steps
and told how Sam Willis had abused
a trust. When she had told the whole
story, Mr. Adams shook his head
gravely.
“I am sorry, Miss Cleveland, but
‘while I thought it queer that such
a character as Willis should be in
‘charge of this fine old place, he gave
‘me what appeared to be a good re-
ceipt for the rent, and, not so long
.ago, suddenly appeared one night and
‘collected for another month, So you
See 1 have pald the rent up to the
“first of October. Of course, if you
“consider it an intrusion, I will pack
up and go over to the inn tonight,
but I hope that you will let me stay.
‘You see, I am painting your old place
from the bay, and it is getting along
ipretty well.”
Just at that moment they heard
Letty’s voice lifted in shrill screeches
from the front of the house, and Ad-
ams brushing hastily past them, hur-
ried to the front yard.
“Yes, suh!” sobbed Letty hysteri-
cally, “I was opening this here shut-
ter when suddenly I turned my eye
“round and I see the front door open-
ing, slow—slow-like and then I see an
eve and a nose—white man’s nose,
and then I yelled and he dodged back
again.”
“Be calm, Letty, no harm will come
to you. Just some tramp, I suppose.”
Then he suddenly darted away to-
ward the back yard and the women
heard masculine voices in argument.
Presently Mr. Adams returned and in
his strong fingers was the shirt col-
lar of Samuel Willis, who looked
frowsier than ever, and very much
ashamed.
“Just caught him sneaking out of
the back door, Miss Cleveland,” he
said to Cousin Phyllis. “Sam is
awfully ashamed of himself, but
Satan certainly tempted him to rent
the east wing to me and pocket two
months’ rent. He has been hiding in
the attic over your summer kitchen,
going over to Beavertown nights for
a good time and to buy supplies, and
then coming back here to hide. He
hasn’t spent all the sixty dollars yet,
have you, Sam?” ,
Sam shamefacedly paid most of the
sixty dollars to Miss Phyllis and
meekly clearsd up the whole place in-
to immaculate order.
When the first of October came,
John Adams was so much in love
with Marion that he confessed it to
Miss Phyllis. “I guess it is mutual,
John, smiled Miss Phyllis, “and we
certainly need a man around the
place!”
So he married Marion and they are
still there.
When?* gasped
CECE EE CECE CEE COG OCE ED 0.9.9.
A Disturbed
Decision
By A. W. PEACH
OK IKK IKK KK)
ARES
THE GAME :
The Moonbeams looked very bright
and happy gleaming from the sky.
“Don’t you want
us?’ they asked,
though they al-
ready knew the an-
swer to their ques-
tion.
“Of course 1
want you,” said
Mr. Moon, “and so
do the people.
Moonbeams are So
happy and gay.
They dance and
they almost seem
to sing.”
“We'll sing just
for you, Mr. Moon,”
they said.
And the Moon-
beams sang this
song:
“Let Me See?”
Oh, not when it's day,
Do we laugh and play.
But when it is night,
We shine and are bright.
We laugh and we sing,
We love everything.
We love Mr. Moon,
And soon, very soon,
We're going to shine,
For a party of nine.
“That’s a wonderful song,” said Mr.
Moon, “but might I ask how you're
going to shine for a party of nine?
#Did you say that just for the
rhyme?”
“We might have,” said the Moon-
beams, “but we didn’t have to this
time.
“There are nine people going on
the sleighride which you and we are
going to accompany.
There are eight children and a nice,
good-natured farmer daddy who seems
to be enjoying the ride as much as the
children.” i
“Let me see,” said Mr. Moon, as he |
blinked one eye.
“The moon is very bright tonight,”
said the children. “It will be wonder-
ful for our ride. See how the moon-
beams dance, too!”
“Well, well,” said Mr. Moon, “we
certainly must keep on going along
with them. They've noticed us and
they seem to like us.”
So the Moon seemed to shine more
brightly than ever—even such a high
creature as he enjoyed a little extra
praise.
It does almost every one good to
hear something nice once in awhile.
“They seemed pleased to see us
dance,” said the Moonbeams. “We'll
give them a special treat of our own
game—our moonbeam game of tag.”
“Do,” said Mr. Moon. “They’ll en-
joy that.”
So the Moonbeams danced and
played tag with each other, and Mr.
Moon beamed, too, and shone for all
he was worth.
“The Moon is so bright,” the chil-
dren kept saying, as they went bound-
ing over the snow in their long sleigh
which was filled with straw.
“It almost seems as if I could catch
a moonbeam,” said one child.
The Moonbeams went so near the
children they thought they could
catch them, but the Moonbeams got
away in time, for they said they could
not be caught by really real children,
or they wouldn't be really real moon-
beams.
The snow was sO soft and white
and sparkling. The snowflakes which
had fallen to the ground, said to the
Moonbeams :
“Make us look like glorious dia-
monds and glittering jewels. We want
to appear royal
and noble and
beautiful before
the children.”
And the Moon-
beams did as the
snowflakes had
asked. What a daz
zling night it was
as they rode along
over the snow with
the Moon, the
Moonbeams and
the children of
old King Snow as
their companions.
When the chil
dren reached the
home of the little
boy who had giv-
en the party, and “They
were having some
delicious hot supper, every child in
turn said:
“I almost caught a Moonbeam.”
Outside the window the Moonbeams
were still dancing and looking at the
children and laughing:
Couldn’t
Catch Us.”
“They couldn’t catch wus, they
couldn’t ‘catch wus. They couldn't
catch us.”
And the Moon answered them and
said: “No, little Moonbeams, in your
game of moonbeam tag you can only
catch each other, and even then it’s
very hard.
“But what a glorious game you do
play!”
Feminine Inquisitiveness
(Copyright.)
OMETIMES it seems as if into our
moments of supreme happiness
fate drooped a regret or disaster that
mmediately comes pretty near to dis-
solving that happiness. So it seemed
to Richard Marsh as he read and re-
read the letter upon his desk.
The preceding evening he had gone
to the little cottage at the end of the
broad street where Avery Wells lived
with her pleasant-faced mother, and
there, in the homelike quiet of the
cottage living room, he had looked in-
to Avery's dark eyes and asked the
question as bravely as he could, which
she had answered in a whisper.
He had spent most of the night
dreaming in his rooms, building cas-
tles. He loved the village, and the
village people trusted him. His fu-
ture did not promise glory and gold,
but it did promise happiness with
Avery to share it with him. And now,
from beyond the grave, Brinner had
reached with bitter ingenuity to wreck
a dream he could not share. ’
Marsh turned to the letter. It was
from a law firm in Philadelphia. It
said in precise phrases that Edgar
Brinner had died, that in his will a
bequest of $100,000 was made to Miss
Avery Wells.
He knew that as Jar as he was con-
cerned two things were plain; he
could not marry Avery if she accept-
ed this money bequeathed to her by
his old and bitter rival; yet that sum
of money meant for her and her moth-
er independence and comfort, the re-
moval of worry, after long years of
severe and frugal living.
One thing he wag sure of: if Avery
knew how he felt, she would not ac-
cept the bequest. Marsh reasoned, hod |
cannot ask her to give the fortune
up; and Brinner knew I would not.
Funny, how a dead man in his grave
can tangle up the living,”
Under the stress of his suffering
memories, his thinking became a bit
hazy, but he came to a decision. He
heard the jingling sleighbells, the
hearty greetings as men came into
the post office below him; faint as
they were they were clear enough to
make him think of the wholesome,
friendly life of his village. With the
thought came his decision. A friend
in a northern city had written to him
repeatedly to join him where oppor-
tunity was wide apd money ready.
He would go, refuse to assume charge
of the fund and shut the door quietly
but firmly in his little house of
dreams.
A week passed. He did not see
Avery, and pleaded as an excuse that
he was very busy. He was—in the
grievous business of slowly sunder-
ing all ties that bound him to the
home of his boyhood and his man-
hood. ,
Sometimes he was doubtful of the
wisdom of his purpose, at times when
his great longing for Avery broke
through the barriers his judgment had
set, at times when the dream castles
loomed so brightly on the hills that
they seemed almost real. But ever
and anon he returned once more <0
his decision.
Then came the incident that
clinched the matter. A friend had
come in, his voice athrill with the
news. “Dick, what do you think?
Brinner has left Avery $100,000!
What makes you start? The news?
I should think it would. And, say,
Avery is going to accept it!”
“I stopped in to get her to sing ar
the church fair, and she told me about
if—said she would. She was happy
as a lark over it.” His friend's face
grew sober. “I suppose this will make
a little difference with you, but not
serious.”
“Serious!” Marsh laughed bitterly,
his mind whirling at the thought of
her acceptance. He had hoped in a
dim way she would refuse the money.
“Sericus? No, except I'm going to
leave the village for good!”
The realization dawning upon him
that he had given himself away under
the strain, he swore his friend to si-
lence, and he heard him pounding
down the stairs, muttering as he
went.
He turned to his desk. Dusk came
down over the village, .
He did not hear Avery until she
stood beside him.
Then she spoke, and the office
seemed filled with pleasant music.
“Dear, Ted swore to keep his word
to you, but he came to me; said he
would keep no such fool promise as
he made you. I think I know all that
is wrong. They wrote me of the
money, as Binner told them to, that
you were to have charge of it. You
want me to have it for what you
and you won't come to me if I do
take it. You see, I know. Why, I
couldn’t take it. I couldn’t be happy
with it. I love you, the village and
the ones I have known from girlhood.
I couldn’t touch a penny of it, because
I knew how he got it. You see—"
He rose to his feet trembling. “But
you accepted it!”
Her white teeth gleamed a bit in a
smile. “For others! I'm going to
turn every cent of it over to that hos-
pital for crippled kiddies; you know
the one we visited. That visit nearly
didly.
With true feminine inquisitiveness
she asked: ‘Do you live with your
mother, or are you a father?”
Among the group at the pier every |
day was "a selfish little girl of ten |
who extravagantly admired the young |
man who swam and dived so splen- |
broke my heart—seeing them. I'm
| going to make his money forget its
black past. Oh, my dear, I simply
must have you! 3 y 5
th ive you! I simply must! Take
me and say—"
The door opened slightly, and Ted
| stack his head in, gasped at what he
| saw and with the utmost skill softly,
| Hngeringly, gently closed it.
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