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Sands Farm Dairy Leads Again
In Production of Buttertat
The report of Miss Carol Cook,
Cow Tester for the Luzerne County
Cow Testing Association, for the month of March, 1949, showed that 22
herds with 484 cows in milk and 90 cows dry were on test during the
month.
! Seven cows were sold for dairy purposes and three for non-dairy
purposes. There were no cows purchased,
222 cows produced over 40 lbs.
Fat, while 120 produced over 50 lbs.
208 cows have produced over 1,000 lbs. milk, while 133 passed the
- 1200 mark.
TEN HIGHEST PRODUCING COWS IN BUTTERFAT FOR MONTH
NAME LBS. PCT POUNDS |
OWNER OF COW BREED MILK FAT BUTRF'T
*Goodleigh Farm Manet R.G. 1807 5.6 101.2
Shoemaker bros. Ollie 7 R.H. 2319 43 99.8
*Goodleigh Farm Flower R.G. 1947 4.4 85.7
‘Sands Farm Dairy Betty RH. 2257 3.6 81.3
Sterling Farm , No. 149 RG. 1652 =. 4.9 81.0
#*Sands Farm Dairy Della R.H. 2440 3.3 80.5
Sands Farm Dairy Hartog R.H. 2210 3.5 71.3;
*Goodleigh Farm Faith R.G. 1835 4.2 771
C. J. Major Dolly R.J. 1345 5.6 75.3
*Retreat No. 60 R.H. 2282 3.3 75.3
#*Retreat No, 62 R.H.- 2508 3.0 75.2
TEN HIGH HERDS IN AVERAGE BUTTERFAT PRODUCTION
COWS COWS AVERAGE AVERAGE
OWNER BREED MILKING DRY MILK BUTRF'T
Sands Farm Dairy R.&G.H. 23 0 1313 45.41
Orchard Knob R.H. 12 1x 1307 44.70
Warren Mekeel Mixed 11 0 1204 44.57
Harold Bertram R.H.&R.G. 18 0 1162 40.97
C. J. Major RH.&R.G. 13 1 921 40.85
Hilltop Farm Mixed 23 2 975 39.06
Sterling Farm R.G. 64 10 764 38.91
Shoemaker Bros. RH. 20 5 1068 38.07
Willow Grange Dairy RG&RJ 8 0 765 35 99
Goodleigh Farm R.G, 36 10 764 35.43
* Milked three times daily.
Only a small portion of Beaver | &— —a
County is unsuitable for Agricul-
ture. —PNS.
THE LOW DOWN
FROM HICKORY GROVE
It It's
REAL ESTATE
You want
To BUY
Or SELL
Or RENT
«SCOTTY
D. T. SCOTT & SONS
Established 1908
Dallas Representative
DURELLE T. SCOTT, JR.
Real Estate and Fire Insurance
NE.
You know, getting down to
brass tacks—we are a passel
of buck passers. We blame the
mayor—and congress—and un-
cle Harry for our aches and
pains, and especially at tax-
paying time. We forget how
we voted for more playground
and leap-frog directors, and
another half-dozen dams on
Cow Creek.
Until this nation gets over
listening to the barkers tell-
ing us how wonderful it is on
the inside—and it costs a mere
nothing to get in— we are
going to have aches and pains
on tax day. It is easy to get
into all these side-shows but
getting out, there is the bad
heys—our gold watch is miss-
ing.
If you even slow down on
Main street somebody will col-
lar you with his idea on how
to fix everything. And at the
lunch club, if you have no
problem for the guy to solve,
he will cook one up and tell
you how to fix it.
In one month's time, if
every Mr. and Mrs. Good Cit-
izen would write their mayor,
and congressman, and Uncle
Harry—3 postcards in all —
and tell the old sports to act
TELEPHONE their age, and that you can
Dallas 244-R-13 or W-B 3-2515 hardly wait until the next
Residence election, the atmosphere would
54 HUNTSVILLE ROAD dlear np quick,
Dall P Yours with the low down,
Des, Io JO SERRA
Support the Cancer. Drive
= a
Yyears.go by, show up missing.
to you.
including Federal Tax.
Of | no value—
Invaluable
There are things that are priceless to you; things that you
could never replace—and yet, which, one after another as the
Would not their loss, however, cause you pain, and the
memory of the loss be always keen?
A safe deposit box will protect you. The least costly would,
perhaps, hold all of your valuables—tangible and intangible,
The cost of safe deposit protection is as low as $3.00 a year
Others do not realize their value
“), KINGSTON
NATIONAL BANK
AT KINGSTON CORNERS
POUNDED 1890
Member F.D.LG
, talked myself out of the morning
; boxing bouts but partook of all
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THREE ACRES .
And Six Dependents |
By Phyllis Smith :
- RY
As soon as school was out in
June we packed three barrels and |
sent them on by freight to Rhode |
Island; then collected the three
Smith kids and headed for home. |
We found the cabin pretty much
as we had left it and in no time
at all, we were back in the old
routine, By some fast talking. I
the other strenuous activities. We
had planned to leave the children
with their grandmother and see all
of the New England states at our
leisure and I might add; between
baseball games. Norm announced
that we could very nicely manage
a trip to Vermont to visit the
Sparks and I was pleased beyond
words. Margie and Ray were spend-
ing the summer at an exclusive
rest camp for alcoholics. I should
make it clear that our friends were
there on the administrative basis
rather than that of the paying
guest. Our visit took place in Aug-
ust and by then our pals were in
fine physical condition and used
to the high altitude, We arrived
late one afternoon, had dinner with
the guests, and were advised to
get a good night's rest as our host
had a full day planned for us. We
were making out famously until
one of the older male guests spied
our golfing equipment. Before we
realized what was happening the
lady in charge was assuring us
that it would be perfectly allright
to take Rob golfing the next day.
She took us aside and assured us
that he was as good as cured but
hoped we wouldn’t influence him
in any way. I hastily explained
that Norm’s strongest drink was a
double malted and that Rob could |
not be safer with his own mother. !
We three took off bright and;
early the next morning and drove
to the ‘Corn Hill Country Club.”
I noted with horror that it was a
full fledged eighteen hole golf
course and that our new found
friend had undoubtedly devoted his
whole life to golf and “Four
Roses”! Every hole was like moun-
tain climbing but at every few
holes there was a dispenser for
ice cold beer or coke. Our friend
never let on that there was liquid
refreshment nearby and fear kept
us away from the dispensers. After
thirty-six holes I staggered over to
the car and collapsed, and waited
expectantly for the men to join
me; -but our pal was still fresh as
a daisy and Norm, not to be out-
done, had agreed to go around
again. I don’t know yet how Norm
convinced him that 54 holes were
enough for one day.
When we returned to the so
called rest camp our hostess an-
nounced that we were going to
have a picnic supper. I had always
loved picnics but the mere thought
of tripping over some more moun-
tains just to eat was revolting. Our
destination was reached after a
short jaunt of four miles; but the
waterfall was pretty. I sat there
trying to decide whom I would like
to see tossed into the icy water
first; our hostess or the Bobby
Jones of Alcoholics Anonymous
who was roasting hot dogs with
the vigor of a man just up from a
nap. My eyes kept closing and
every time they did I could vision
a substantial old four poster beck-
oning to me but there was still the
walk home. I made it; how I'll never
know, and before I could blurt out
goodnight we were informed that
a Finnish bath was in order. A
bath in any language has always
been a thing of necessity rather
than joy to me but Ray and Margie
soon talked me into submission.
Our host explained the bath to
us, It’s an old Finnish custom ‘to
repair to a small specially con-
structed hut, complete with bench-
es and a wall of red hot stone
heated by a massive fireplace. The
procedure was to undress, seat
yourself and make everything right
with your Maker, then prepare
yourself for the steaming of your
life. Your first reaction is that
you are going to-die then you wish
to heck you would. Anything to
prevent being cooked alive in that
man made Dante's inferno. At first
we sat there making idle stabs
at conversation but that soon be-
came too much of an effort. We
had been told that this was a pain-
less way to lose weight and of
course that appealed to me but it
was horrible to sit there and feel
all your sex appeal melting away
and not be able to do anything
about it, As soon as the steam
would start to die down, Ray, with
maddening German precision, would
dash another bucket of water onto
the red hot stones. Norm muttered
that you could never trust a Henie
anyway and Ray definitely had the
upper hand .Our only hope was
that we would eventually run out
of water. I came to later and heard
Ray announce that he was about
to open the door and let us es-
cape. Right by the door was an
ice cold pool of water into which
we were to leap; the theory being
that shock revived one. I fell into
this torture hole and beyond that
I have no memory. I guess Norm
“| hauled me out and got me into
bed. We didn’t wake up until four
o'clock the next afternoon. Norm
and I looked at each other and I
said, “Why, we didn’t die, did we ?”
and he replied, “no, but we might
as well be dead as the way we
are.” Norm then gave birth to a
marvelous thought which boiled
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(Continued on Page Seven)
"YOUR HEALTH
by Luzerne County Medical Society
Be — a
Shakespeare spoke of the “High
and palmy state of Rome.”
He didn’t mention Romes’ high
death rate and‘ unhealthy condi-
tion.
At the time they were recounting
the grandeur that was Rome, the
average citizen lived for only 25
to 27 years.
Today, in the United States, life
expectancy is 67 years.
Since 1900, the expectancy of
life increased twenty years — as
great an advance in life expectancy
as was made in all of the preceding |.
two thousand years.
There is significance in the in-
creasing age of our people.
There are two and a half times
as many people 65 years or older
than there were in 1900.
It is estimated that, if the pre-
sent trend in health and longevity
prevails, there will be by 1970 as
many persons in this country on
pensions as are at work,
Such figures make a good argu-
ment against enforcing retirement
from work at a stated age.
Not only does every worker have
to carry the extra burden of a non-
producer, but a condition known as
psychic truama often affects per-
sons with good minds and good
health when they are forced to re-
tire.
Certainly after middle age the
human machine begins to deter-
iorate.
The muscles become flabbier, the
bones more brittle, the joints stiff-
er, the eyesight and hearing be-
gin to fail, the heart begins to
show the wear and tear ,the other
breakdowns occur. :
Even so, most workers are cap-
able of carrying on long after the
customary retirement age, and en-
forced retirement too often has-
tens the aging process.
"DO YOU KNOW?
Clubfoot occurs approximately
once in each thousand births.
Shavertown Church
Good Friday, 7:30 P. M.
Prelude, “Passion Chorale”, Riger.
Baritone Solo, “Were You
There?” by Robert Coons.
Anthem, “Jesu, Lord Jesu,” Stain-
er, by the Adult Choir.
Postlude, “Andante,” Ketelby.
Easter, 11 A. M,
Prelude, “Easter Day,” Loret.
Soprano Solo, “At the End of the
Sabbath”, by Miss Gwen Clifford.
Anthem, “King of Kings”, Simper,
by the Adult Choir.
Anthem, “Hallelujah, Christ is
Risen,” Simper, by the Adult Choir.
Postlude,
tenwalder,
“Easter Alleluia,” Ot-
The Book Wore
The Bookworm is conducted for
and in the interest of Back Moun-
tain Memorial Library.
“GREY GHOST”
by Louise A. Goddard
Many who saw the Back Moun- '
tain Dog Show on April 3rd were
fascinated with the dog called the
Weimaraner—(in Germany, pro-
nounced ‘“Vymarayner.”) This de-
lightful hunting dog owes its exis-
tence to the nobles in the court
of Weimar, Germany, who kept
them jealously to themselves. No
one knows what went into the
breeding of the Weimaraner. It
is suspected, however, that they
are descended from the Red
Schweissehunde,” a sort of super
Bloodhound. This breed was to have
been forever Germany’s own, never
to be allowed outside its borders,
and that is why there have been
only about fifteen hundred of them
altogether in all of Germany. Since
the war a few of these have come
into this country.
The Weimaraner was used by the
nobles to hunt wolves, mountain
lions, deer, wild cats, wild boars
and bears when that game was
plentiful. Its trailing ability was
unsurpassed and worked alone,
When the big game diminished all
types of birds were hunted and as
a retriever there is none better,
being good both summer and win-
ter on land in water. These dogs
were able to withstand the rigors
of down to 35 below zero weather.
Howard Knight, - sportsman of
Providence, Rhode Island got a
pair of these animals ‘into this
country and was the first President
of the Weimaraner Club of Am-
erica, but it was Mr. and Mrs. A.
F. Horn who were the first to
breed them and who brought them
to the attention of the dog world
over here. :
This wonderful dog is called the
“grey ghost” because of its beau-
tiful silver grey color and because
it moves so swiftly and smoothly
in the field and possesses the ideal
“soft mouth” that does not mar
game in any way when retrieving.
Someone has said these animals,
In a test with a car, cen do better
than 38 miles an hour, arriving at
their destination without puffing or
showing signs of fatigue
Many sportsmen in Germany
have wanted so much to own one
of these dogs, but upon investiga-
tion and if he were found want-
ing, he could be, and was, black-
balled and ruled out, regardless
of his position or wealth, the Wei-
maraner Clubs completely con-
trolled the ownership. I believe
this same rule applies in the Wei-
maraner Club of America. In other
words, the “master” is compelled
to have as good “pedigree” as the
animal!
Although neither Decker’s Misty
Marvel nor Countess Lilli Marlene,
the pair shown by L. G. Arpin of
Cedar Grove, N. J. placed in the
final group of Best In Show at
the Back Mountain Dog "Show it,
is to be expected that this breed
will in time become extremely pop-
ular with sportsmen when they
become better known and under-
stood, and when the exclusive bar-
riers which surround hin at pre-
sent are lifted somewhat.
For those who love dogs, there
are scores of books at Back Moun-
tain library that will give them the
storv and history of the breeds.
Then, too, there are current per-
iodicals—the gifts of Rack Moun-
tain Kennel Club, that will keep
them abreast of the current hap-
penings in the dog world,
East Dallas
Sunrise Service
An all charge Sunrise Service
will be held at the East Dallas
Methodist Church on Sunday morn-
ing at seven a. m. Breakfast will
be served following the services.
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x Barnyard Notes
We repeat by request—
THE LEGEND OF THE DOGWOOD
There is a legend, that at the time of the Crucifixion the dog-
wood had been the size of the oak and other forest trees. So firm
and strong was the tree that it was chosen as the timber for the
cross. To be used thus for such a cruel purpose greatly distressed
the tree, and Jesus, nailed upon it, sensed this, and in His gentle
pity for all sorrow and suffering said to it:
“Because of your regret‘and pity for My suffering, never again
shall the dogwood tree grow large enough to be used as a cross.
Henceforth it shall be slender and bent and twisted and its blossoms
shall be in the form of a cross—two long and two short petals. And
in the center of the outer edge of each petal there will be nail
prints, brown with rust and stained with red, and in the center of
the flower will be a crown of thorns, and all who see it will re-
”
member
TO AN EARLY RISER
Awake! for Morning in the
Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts
The Stars to Flight:
And lo! the Hunter of
the East has caught
The Sultan’s Turret in a
Noose of Light
Dreaming when Dawn’s Left
Hand was in the sky,
I heard a Voice within the
Tavern cry,
“Awake, my Little ones,
and fill the Cup
Before Life’s Liquor in its
Cup be dry”
And as the Cock crew, those
who stood before
The Tavern shouted, °
then the Door!
‘Open
You know how little while
we have to stay,
And once departed, may
return no more
—from The Rubaiyat
NASTY FELLOW
A friend of ours who lives in Sweet Valley and whose telephone
is on a party line put a long distance call through to Philadelphia a
couple of days ago. ‘
The operator had the firm on the phone within a matter of
minutes, but our friend had difficulty transacting his business. He
could hear the receivers going down all along the line and suspect-
ing that some of his eagerly listening neighbors were causing the
difficulty with transmission, he petulantly addressed them. “If you
folks will just let me have this line to myself for the next few min-
utes, I'll finish my business and then call you up and tell you all
about it. Now give me your numbers and get off the line!’
He was flabbergasted when a shrill feminine voice complained,
“Well, I'll get off —but you don’t have to be so nasty about it!”
BIG BUSINESS
The deal is off. Joe Peterson deliberately took the ten cents he
earned selling papers and bought bubble gum instead of putting it
in his piggy bank.
Joe had an option on the old part of our building after we
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moved into the new addition.
It all came about when some of the workmen used the back of
a tag-eared “For Sale” card for a notice warning spectators to stay
out during alterations. The workmen stuck the sign in the glass door
and Joe read the wrong side.
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He spelled out the words slowly, let out a whoop and ran for
home. A few minutes later he returned and wormed up to our desk.
“How much do you want for that part over there?” He point-
ed. It was a minute before we tumbled. “A hundred dollars without
the machines. Two hundred with the machines.”
“All right” he said, his mind made up. ‘Tl buy it!” “Where are
you going to get. the money?” we countered. “Oh, I've got it.
Ya,
Ya, you know that penny bank you gave me; well it’s full and I've
got another bank and a piggy bank full, too.”
We could see he was serious,
if you buy it?” we asked. “My mother’s going to work there
“Well, whatya going to do with it
"came
the glib reply.” She worked in a great big office once, she did.”
After school for the next week Joe came in, waded through the
welter of fallen plaster and lath, to read the For Sale sign and sur-
vey his optioned property. “I'll be in to buy it on the 15th,” he'd yell
as he departed.
There seemed to be no diminishing in his ardor nor fear that
the deal wouldn't go through until the day he sold five Dallas Posts
and spent the profits for bubble gum,
From then on he must have run into financial difficulties for
the pitiful story we got one Saturday morning was that his dad had
taken all of his money out of his banks. The deal was off.
We hope Hank had a good time squandering the money. Joe's
financial reverses screwed up a good real estate deal that might
have changed the complexion of Lehman Avenue and provided a
good job for Helen, which we're sure she wanted.
Country Flavor
TRAINING STEERS
Only a few oxen are left on the
nation’s farms. Too slow and awk-
ward for modern, efficient work,
men say. But Grandfather never
relinquished his belief that oxen
were the source of power for many
farms. ‘Raise ’em on skim milk,
hay, and pasture. Feed ’em a little
corncob meal in the winter. Costs
are low for equipment, and you can
: get a year or two of farm work from
them before you sell for prime beef.
Can't do that with horses. Trouble
with farming now (about 1910) is
that a man has to invest a fortune
before he .can start making money.”
Along in the late fall and
through the winter when the young
| steers were from six to ten months
old, a boy had the chance to earn
a nickle an hour training the blocky,
patient creatures. On stormy days
halters were put on and a strap tied
between the. halters. This taught
the future workers the first funda-
mental lesson: that Buck and Bright
must always move together. The
big barn floor was a good training
arena. Buck learned he was the
nigh ox; Bright was the off. Then
came the day when a light yoke
was put across their necks. They
swung their heads uneasily and
looked at one with big, stairing
puzzled eyes. In a few sessions of
standing together for a while they
assurance he had done
learner the meaning of the weight
on their necks. :
The real excitement was yoking
the young pair to a light bobsled.
During previous lessons they had
gradually came to know the basic
commands: Whoa, Get Up, Haw and
Gee. At first they didn’t know
what to do with a weight. resting
on their necks. Buck and Bright
would start at command and then
stop as they felt the pull. Day by
day they grew accustomed to walk-
ing along with a sled behind them.
It was fun to go across the pasture,
into the woodlot and bring home a
small load of wood. Week after
week the training went on. “Pa-
tience is all that’s needed to have a
pair of perfectly trained steers,”
Grandfather would frequently say.
Soon one could ride on the sled and
direct the near-yearlings by voice.
Of course a fellow carried a long
stick, but he used it with discretion.
Good farmers were quiet and low-
voiced with their animals. A lad
was glad to collect his dollar when
20 hours were marked up, but the
pay-off was the day he was told to
take the yoke and go to town for a
load of middlings. That meant
Grandfather considered the pair suf-
ficiently trained for public appear-
ance and gave a future farmer the
—
a good job.
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