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CORVALLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1901.
VOL. I. NO. 43.
CO
GAZETTE
DIARY OF A BOARDER.
MONDAY.
Boast beef to-night for dinner!
I ate to beat the Dutch,
A treat like that's unusual;
We don't get many such.
TUESDAY.
The aftermath we've garnered
Of yesterday's delight.
From that fine roast they gave us
Some nice cold cuts to-night
WEDNESDAY.
That luscious roast of Monday
Is lingering with us yet;
'Twas served to us this evening.
Disguised as beef croquette.
THURSDAY.
It seems Miss Skimp's investment
In roast was not so rash
As we supposed. This evening -'Twas
served again as hash.
FRIDAY.
To-day we were all grateful
To get a little fish,
No beef, we hope, remaining
To form another dish.
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SATURDAY.
Ah, me! To-night we greeted
Once more our dear old friend
The beef bones boiled for "potage!"
Well, this must be the end.
SUNDAY.
Gee whiz! This beats the record!
Last Thursday's hash oh, my
With crust and raisins added,
Is served as hot mince pie.
Catholic Standard and Times.
ID you ever hear of a railway
I president running as fireman on
an engine? Well, I know of one
who did, and, if you're got time to lis
ten to it, 1 will tell you the story now.
It was in the summer of 1885 that I
was firing on a single track line that
runs up from Junction City through
Georgetown, a matter of 110 miles. The
line was owned mostly by a man
named Thedford, who was president
and superintendent all in one. :
I had been .firing on the line for two
years back; all the time with one
driver, Bob Hunter by name, and a
finer man never lived. I suppose It
would be only natural for me to speak
well -of. Bob, anyway, for I was clean
head over ears in love with his pretty
daughter, Molly, and was only waiting
for a bit of rise In my pay to make her
Mrs. Jim Martin. Though I didn't see
any chance for that rise where I was,
I didn't like to leave and go on an
other line, for that would take me away
from Molly.
One day Bob says to me: .
"Jim, ain't you and Molly never go
ing to get married?"
"Just as soon as I can get my rise,"
says I, "but I don't see how I'm going
to get It here."
"Why don t you go and ask Billy?"
says he.
You see, Billy was always what we
called Mr. Thedford behind his back,
of course--for warrant you, we were
mighty polite to his face.
He won't do anything for me," says
I, "Tor you know either one of the clean
ers up to Georgetown would be glad
enough to Jump into my place, and he
ain't going to give me a rise just to
please me.
"Well," says Bob, "it won't do any
hurt to try It."
So next day I washed up and went to
the company's office, and asked for Mr.
Thedford. After a few minutes he sent
word to me that he would see me, and
In I went. There he sat a large, heav
ily built man, with big side whiskers
and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on
his nose..
"What is It, my man? I'm very busy,
says he. '
So I up and told him what I, wanted.
"How much are you getting now?'
says he.
'Forty-five dollars a month," says I.
"I don't see how we can give you any-
TOing more, my gooa teiiow. You see.
yours Is not a very responsible position;
merely one that requires a little bodily
strength. And we can find plenty of
men who would be only too glad to take
your place at that salary."
With that be turned to a letter be was
writing, and I knew I had no more busi
ness there. I tell you I felt sore to be
told it didn't take much to know how
to fire an engine, and I came mighty
near throwing my Job up and trying to
get on anotner line. But Molly persuad
ed me to-bold on a little longer.
Now, before I come to the particular
point of this yarn, I want to tell you a
little about the line. I have said it was
a single track one running from Junc
tion City to Georgetown. The latter
place was a little town of 500 or 600
inhabitants; but in the summer a great
many umeago people came up there,
and so I suppose the line paid. Any-
now, j.ueuiora, wno naa a summer
place there, was rich enough to run it
for himself alone if he wanted to.
Bob lived at Georgetown and I board
ed with him. Our trips began at 8 In
the morning, and we generally ran the
110 miles In five hours. Then at 3 In
the afternoon we came back, getting
borne at 8. As soon as we reached the
roundhouse at Georgetown our day's
work was over, for the cleaners took
the engine then, cleaned and polished
her, and laid the fire already to start
the next morning.
Well, as I said, I hung on to my job.
hoping that something would turn up
that would give me a lift, till one day
In August The whole summer bad been
uncommon hot, but that day went
ahead of anything I ever saw. Of
course while we were running we had a
breeze, but the minute we stopped It
seemed as If we were In a furnace, and
naturally, wording as we were near a
hot fire didn't Improve things.
On the home trip Bob was taken sick
and had all he could do to hold out till
we got to the home station, when he got
home as soon as possible. After the
train was emptied I ran the engine to
the roundhouse, expecting to go
straight home and wash up. But when
I ran the engine in the first thing I saw
was my two cleaners laid out on a heap
of ashes, dead drunk.
' Here was a pretty mess, for it would
certainly take me until midnight to get
the machine In proper trim for the next
day's run; and a hot, greasy job It was
In any weather, but ou such a night as
that it was frightful to think of it.
However, there was no help for it, and
I started in.
I had barely made a beginning when
I heard someone coming In at the door.
Looking up, I saw that It was Billy
Thedford. In a very excited voice he
asked where Hunter was.
'Home," I said, "and so sick he can't
hold his head up."
Heavens!" said he; "I shall be ruin
ed!"
Then he went on to say that if he
wasn't In Chicago the next day, some
deal, I think he called it, would fall
through, and it would cost him a quar
ter of a million.
'There's a train goes through Junc
tion City at 11:05 that will get you to
Chicago in time," says I.
"What good'U that do me?" says he.
I've been away for two days, and only
Just now got the telegram. If Hunter
was here he might get me down; but
as it is I may as well go home and let
the money go."
"Mr. Thedford," said L "Bob la sick,
but I can run this machine to Junction
City in time to connect with the .train
you want; but you will have to fire for
me, as my two cleaners are drunk, as
you see, and there isn't another man In
this village knows the engine from the
tender hardly."
I hope that I have been forgiven that
He, fort here were two or three men that
could have fired all right, but it struck
me all of a sudden that here was a fine
chance to get even with Billy, and let
him see whether it took any knowhow
to fire an engine for a 110-mile run. It
so happened that we had just wooded
up on the home trip at a little station
three miles from Georgetown, so we
had plenty of fuel aboard to make the
run with. . .
"Can you do It?" says he, "remember
it is 110 miles, and it is 8:30 now, so
you have only two and a half hours to
make the run that generally takes
double that time."
"I can do it," says I, "if you will jump
aboard, pull off your coat, and do just
as I tell you."
No sooner said than done, and In ten
minutes we had the old engine on the
turntable, turned her around and were
off.
If the road was rough when we ran
at our usual speed, that night, making
double time, it was just awful. As we
flew around the curves it seemed as if
we should lose the track at every turn
of the drivers, and the poor old machine
rocked and swayed so that, used as I
was to it, I could hardly keep on my
seat by the lever.
If It was hard on me, what must It
have been to poor old Billy? I would
hardly keep from laughing in his face,
as I watched him and heard him groan
as he handled the heavy sticks we used
for fuel.
The heat of the weather, added to
that of the furnace and the unusual
work, made him look as If he was in a
Turkish bath. The water ran down his
face, his stiff, white collar hung down
on his shoulders like a wet rag, and his
beautiful, smooth bosom looked as if
some one had thrown a pail of dirty
water over him. His hands were torn
and cut from handling the wood, and
take It altogether he was the most un
likely looking railway president I ever
saw. Once in a while I had to shout at
him to lay the wood even In the fur
nace, and would tell him he would get
the knack of it in time.
Whenever he tried to rest I told him
we were losing steam, and If he wanted
to catch that train he mustn't idle over
the work, if I had thought to hitch a
car on when we started we should have
run much smoother; but It was too late
to think of that now, and so on we
rushed( now through woodlands, now
past grain fields, lurching first to one
side and then to the other, until I ex
pected every minute to land wrong side
up In the ditch.
However, luck was with us that
night, and we pulled up at Junction
City at just 11. Poor old Billy could
hardly climb down from the engine,
but he managed to gasp out:
"Come to my office at 2 o'clock next
Saturday."
I learned afterward that, finding the
Chicago train was behind time, he hunt
ed up a clothing shop and rigged him
self up so as to look like a civilized
man, which he didn't when he left me.
I managed to find a fireman who was
willing to make the run back with me,
and I finally got home at 3 o'clock, and
finding the cleaners a little sobered up,
got to bed as soon as possible, for I was
clean played out I told Bob about my
trip next day, and thought he would die
laughing to think of old- Billy playing
nreman. But all he said was:
"I'm afraid that'll settle your hash,
lim, for he will find out that you work
ad him more than was needed."
The next Saturday, at 2 o'clock, I re
ported at the president's office, wonder
ing whether I was going to be reward
ed for my extra work or get kicked out
for my Impudence.
When I entered the office there sat
the old man, spick and span as ever,
and showing no signs of his hard work.
Well, young man," says he, "you
helped me out the other night, but I
would not go through the same experi
ence again for $10,000. At the same
time I think you were trying to get
even with me for not doing what you
asked about your salary, and I" have
concluded that this line can dispense
with your services."
At this my heart went down Into my
boots, for I can tell yon it isn't an easy
thing to get a new job when you can't
bring a recommendation from your last
place.
Then he went on to say:
"I have a letter here from the super
intendent of the Chicago and Western,
asking if I can recommend to them a
driver who has a sharp eye and cool
head to run their new fast night ex
press. I have written in reply that I
can recommend such a man, oae James
Martin, who will report for service the
1st of September. .The pay will be $100
a month. I may add to you privately
that I shall never apply to you for the
position of fireman. Good day, sir."
That's all there Is to my story. Molly
and I were married and went to Chi
cago to live. I took the new train, and
have brought her in on time every trip
I've run, so you- can see I've a pretty
good record with the company. I've
never seen Billy since, and I don't be
lieve he wants to see me, for Bob told
me the last time I saw him that they
called the old man "Martin's fireman,"
that he knew It, and naturally didn't
like It' There's my mate signaling for
me now, sir, and I must go.
MADE A SLIGHT MISTAKE.
White Ribbons Do Not Hean the Same
lb ate in All Places.
During the recent convention of the
Woman's Christian Temperance Union
In this city members of the reception
committee were on duty at the rail
road passenger stations for the purpose
of according a proper welcome to in
coming delegates. Among those as
signed to the work at the Pennsylvania
depot was a particularly attractive
young woman, who was ambitious as
she was inexperienced as regards the
work of greeting strangers.
A train rolled in, and as the pas
sengers alighted therefrom 'the attrac
tive young woman was all in a flutter.
She scanned the stream of humanity
as it filed through the big gate and at
length espied a well-dressed gentleman.
who not only wore a silk hat but also
a white ribbon attached to the lapel
of his coat The attractive young wo
man rushed to meet the well-dressed
gentleman as eagerly as though he
were her long-lost brother.
"So glad to see you," she exclaimed.
"Come right along and I will conduct
you to comfortable quarters."
The wearer of the silk hat and the
white ribbon was rendered speechless
for a moment. He finally managed to
gasp: .-
"Beg pardon, miss, but isn't this a
mistake?"
"Can't be a mistake," the attractive
young woman hurriedly declared. "You
see, we both wear the white ribbon."
"And what does yours represent?"
the stranger then wanted to know.
"Why, it's the badge of the W. C. T.
U., of course."
"Well, mine Is the color of the win
ning horse in the last race at the Ben
nings race track this afternoon," smil
ingly explained the well-dressed gentle
man. Consternation and apologies followed.
Washington Star.
AS HE SAW A GRAND OPERA.
Philadelphia Reporter Gives His Im
pressions of the Performance.
At the opera last evening Philadel
phia's best and bonniest turned out to
listen to the delightful strains. Mme.
Melba sang the leading role and every
box was filled her voice being In ex
cellent condition in all three tiers. De
Rezke also sang, the Van Buster-Biddies
occupying the first prosecenium
box of Germantown. Mrs. Van Bus-ter-Biddle
wore a corn-colored gown
trimmed with Yildiz sequins In
bunches, the bodice cut on the slant. De
Rezke never sang his role with better
effect. Three of the boxes contained
the Bigler-DeGauze wedding party,
while the fourth In the lower tier was
occupied by Mrs. Fitz Boodle, it being
her first appearance in society since
obtaining her decree. The orchestra
was unusually good, though the gems
of the score were somewhat outclassed
by the gems displayed by Mrs. Fair
mount Todgers, whose tiara was a
blaze of Iridescent splendor.
The entrance of a majority of the
elite was largely marred by the stupid
ity of the manager, who persisted in
continuing the first act while so many
of our society's best were seeking their
seats. Another gaucherie that was
widely criticised was Mme. Melba's
lack of good taste In responding to a
final call when our leading society
dames had already quite as much as
they wanted of the opera, donning their
ermine and sable wraps preparatory to
returning home.
All in all, however, it was a highly
successful performance, it being rough
ly estimated that there were at least
$250,000 worth of good jeweliy dis
played by the gilded social favorites
who" favored the operatic management
by their presence.
The opera was "Faust-Philadel-phia
Inquirer.
Taking His Measure.
"What kind of a man is this John
Smith?"
"Oh, he's the kind that thinks he can
hold on to his umbrella by . having
his. name engraved on the handle."
New York Evening World.
"So dark and yet so light" said the
funny man as he looked at a ton of eoal
the driver had just delivered.
For Insrenions Girls.
A little- cover to make the glass of
medicine In the sick-room look pretty
made as follows:
Cut a circular piece of cardboard,
about three and one-quarter inches in
diameter, a second piece one Inch wide
and about eleven and a quarter inches
long, or just long enough to pass around
the edge of the circular piece to make
the side of the cover. The outside of
both pieces may be covered with any
gay-eolered silk, taking stitches criss-
FOB A MEDIUM GL.A88.
cross from edge to edge on the wrong
side to hold it firmly in place.
Now, if you have any white silk, use
it for lining, sewing it neatly just at the
edges. Sew these two pieces together.
Joining the ends of the long side piece
after It Is sewed around on the circular
piece; the edges should meet exactly.
A bright round brass button, or a
small length of two or three strands of
sewing silk twisted together, with a
tiny silk tassel on the end, may be sew
ed in the center of the circular piece, as
a sort of handle.
A pretty needlecase may be made
with two pieces of cardboard, four inch
es long by -three Inches wide.' Cover
each of them on both sides, with a very
thin piece of cotton wadding, and on
the outside with gold-colored satin or
A PBETTY NKEDI.KBOOK.
silk, and if you can do so, paint or em
broider a crimson carnation across the
cold-colored satin.
Line the two pieces with crimson
satin, and cut four pieces of crimson
flannel, a little smaller than the covers,
and pink the edges. Sew these all to
gether in book form, with tiny crimson
ribbon on the ends of the cover to tie it
together, and you have a dainty needle
book, which may be made complete by
filling it with various sizes of needles.
Philadelphia. Times.
The Fonsc of a Picture-Book.
I was once a beautiful picture book,
And I lived In a wonderful shop
With plenty of friends, and I fondly
hoped
That there all my life I should stop;
But out from my place on the well-filled
shelf,
Alas! I was taken one day,
And bought by a lady for four-and-six,
Who carried me with her away.
Oh! yes, I was once so fair to see.
With pictures all drawn so daintily,
And verses and stories by dozens to
read;
A sweet little book I was once, indeed,
When I dwelt in the days of long ago,
In the beautiful shop where the picture
books grow! . '
The lady carried me off to her hoine -
And up to the nursery.
Where the children at first admired me
much.
And made quite a fuss of me!
The stories and verses delighted them all,
The pictures were sweet they said;
And I fear so many pleasing remarks
Quite turned my poor little head!
But I know, in those days, I was fair
to see, i .
And the children made ever so much of
me;
They read my stories and verses
through.
And they loved to look at my pictures,
too;
And so, for a time, I was pleased to
dwell
In Nurseryland, where they loved me
well.
But after a while they grew tired of me,
The children in Nurseryland;
Though what I had done to forfeit their
love
I never could understand;
But they threw me aside most cruelly,
Never glanced at my pictures again
My pages are torn, my cover quite gone,
And my heart is broken in twain.
Ah! yes, I was once so fair to see,
But now I'm as ugly as I can be;
My lovely pictures are all torn out
My pretty stories are scattered about,
. All crumpled and soiled, and thrown on
the floor
Oh! would I were back in the shop once
more!
Cassell's Little Folks.
Pr'mitrve Way of Linhtinea Fire,
Sir Joseph Fayrer, who served a long
time in India as surgeon-general of the
British army, gives an account of the
method used by the Burmese natives in
producing fire. Matches are unknown
in many parts of the Orient; are not
needed. In fact for most Oriental peo
ple are skilled in ways of obtaining
flame through - friction. A Burmese
messenger brought a note to Sir Joseph
one day and while he was writing the
reply for the waiting man he noticed
an object somewhat like a boy's popgun
suspended by his waist In reply to an
inquiry the native told him that it was
an Implement for producing fire and
gave a practical illustration of Its work
ing. A small tube several inches long
and. closed at one end, held a tightly
fitted piston; the latter was hollowed
slightly at the lower end and smeared
with wax to receive a bit of cotton or
tinder, which adhered when pressed
into it. Placing a small wisp of cotton
upon the wax, the messenger fitted the
piston into the tube and forced It down
by striking It a sharp blow. When it
was withdrawn the cotton was on fire.
having become Ignited by the sudden
concussion of the compressed air.
Not What He Came Tor.
It was little Willie's first day at school
and the teacher called him to her side
and pointing to the first letter of the
alphabet said: "What letter is this.
Willie?" "I'm not going to tell you,"
replied the little fellow. "Why not?"
asked the astonished teacher. "Be
cause," answered Willie, "I didn't come
here to teach you."
All Had Leaves.
Nellie", aged 4, was found by her fa
ther one day with her chubby hands
full of roses from a bush upon which
he had bestowed much care. "Nellie,"
said he, "didn't I tell you not to pluck
one of these flowers without leave?"
Yes, papa," answered Nellie, inno
cently, "but they all had leaves."
Killed by Frost.
Katydids, grasshoppers, crickets and
beetles are killed by the frost -and the
eggs which they hide In the ground or
conceal In the bark of trees furnish the
supply for the next year. These hatch
out in the warm days of spring.
An Offensive Weapon.
On every rainy day the umbrella
shows of what It is capable In careless
bands. Few know how to carry this
useful article In a manner conducive
to peace. Why Is It that the big, tall
man wbo is passing one on the street
draws his umbrella down as close to
his head as possible and allows one, if
she Is a tiny little woman, to stand on
her toes and stretch her arm to the
breaking point In order to pass the
dripping article he carries over him?
Why is it, one is also Impelled to ask,
that a man In a car unhesitatingly rests
his umbrella against the knee of the
feminine creature next to him, or so
poises it that brown drops from Its
surface fall Into the shoe of his neigh
bor? The etiquette of. the umbrella seems
comparatively unknown to humanity
at large. Perhaps there Isn't any writ
ten etiquette on the subject, and that's
the reason that certam persons passiug
each other raise their umbrellas high
above their heads at the same moment
lower them again and then stand and
stare foolishly at each other until one
or the other has presence of mind to flit
by, carrying his reversed like a banner.
An umbrella in the hands of the absent-minded
is really a dangerous weap
on; at least that is what one young
woman recently declared; but then she
had just had an unhappy experience,
for a careless mortal standing beside
her under an awning had closed his
with so much force thatlier new rainy
day suit, her gray hat and fluffy white
silk collar were literally besprinkled
and would have to be renovated by a
cleaner. 1
Perhaps some day a practical Ameri
can will open a little school and give
lessons in umbrella carrying, opening
and shutting. Then we'll feel much
safer when the raindrops fall.
Frail Human Nature.
"The many schemes to which people
resort iu attempting to swindle us out
of paltry sums of money are calcu
lated to make a man lose all confidence
in human nature sometimes," remark
ed the cashier of a Baltimore restaur
ant the other night. "A man who
seemed to have plenty of money beat
us out of a small sum to-day. He came
In with a well-dressed woman and sat
at a table with her. She came out
first, with the man eight or ten steps
behind her. She walked coolly past
the desk without paying and out of the
door. I said nothing, as I supposed,
of course, that the man intended pay
ing tier bill, but I asked him as she
reached the door, 'Is that lady with
you?" He turned his head and pretend
ed not to hear me. I repeated the
question and still he did not answer,
until he saw that she was some dis
tance up the street, and then said, cool
ly: 'No, she was not with me; I never
saw her before.' And yet I had seen
them talking confidentially together at
the table. I let It pass, but as a matter
of curiosity I sent one of the waiters
after them and the man overtook the
woman around the corner and they
went off together." m
Too Much.
Some of the stories that come from
South Africa have more than a touch
of humor. A subaltern scouting with
a small party saw a single Boer, and
galloped after him. As he slowly gained
the Boer turned round and emptied the
contents of his magazine at bis pur
suer, but without effect The suba'erc
was not armed, but riding nearer lev
eled his smoking pipe at the Boer and
called on him to throw up his bands.
The fear of the supposed pistol was too
much, and the armed Boer became the
prisoner of the unarmed Yeoman. His
feelings may be Imagined.
King of Sweden a Linguist
The King of Sweden and Norway Is
noted as an admirable linguist When
the oriental congress met at Stockholm,
some years ago, he addressed the as
sembled scholars In the languages of
the nationalities to which they respec
tively belonged, and spoke with equal
fluency in English, French, German,
Italian, Russian and Spanish.
Some men are like telescopes; you
draw them out see through them, and
then shut them up.
New Farming- Implement.
Benjamin F. .Brown, of Wedington,
Ark., has designed the apparatus
shown in the picture for use In destroy
ing Insects and noxious weeds and also
for burning stumps of trees. It con
sists of a firebox, which burns either
coal or wood, with a rotary fan to cre
ate intense heat by forcing the draught
the furnace is mounted on a two
wheeled carriage, which makes it easy
to transport it from place to place, and
arrangement Is made for adjusting the
size of the mouth through which the
fiery draught is emitted and also for
revolving the fan by hand when the
machine is standing still, as when
burning a stump. When utilized for
destroying weeds or burning stubble
the hood is adjusted close to the ground
and the machine propelled at a rapid
rate, when the gearing puts the fan in
motion and drives a fierce heat through
the opening In front, which cuts a
swath of ashes through the field. By
providing for the substitution of a fertilizer-spreading
apparatus or seeder in
place of the firebox the machine's utili
ty can be greatly Increased, and It will
be found a. valuable addition to the
stock of farm machinery.
Oleo and Process Bntter.
T. I. nanainA that . V, wn. . .1
A I 10 aaceiicu mat mc ICUUVULCU Vt
process butter can be readily and sure-
ly detected by placing a small piece on
a glass plate and pressing it to a thin
film with a cover glass. It gives out a
mottled appearance of blue and yellow
under a microscope with .a selenite
plate, while with butter freshly made
there was only a plain blue appearance.
The yellow appearance was due to fat
crystals formed by heating and cooling
during the renovating process. Normal
butter has no crystals. Oleomargarine
shows the crystallized appearance even
more plainly than the renovated but
ter, which Is due to the lard and tallow
in it, as those substances crystallize
easily. Out of over 250 samples of
alleged butter tested in this way 58
showed signs by crystallization of hav
ing been melted and cooled again, and
most of these they were able to trace
back to the renovating factories.
While other tests were used on some of
the samples this seems to be the most
reliable. American Cultivator.
Stile for Wire Fences.
A wire fence is an ugly affair to cross
either by climbing over or crawling un
der or between the strands. The ac
companying illustration shows a handy
arrangement where one must cross a
wire fence occasionally and does not
wish to lose the tension on the wires
by cutting a gateway. This double
stepladder can be put together In a few
moments and will prove a very con
venient affair. American Agricultur
ist How to Hane a Gate.
I opened a gate to-day which was a
back-breaker. It was sixteen feet long
and six-board high, with braces. The
owner is abundantly able to have gates
on hinges. Every gate on my farm,
used to any extent swings on hinges.
The post to which the gate is hung
should be large. At the bottom
should be spiked two pieces of scant
ling two feet long. The hole should
be four feet deep. The dirt should be
tamped in thoroughly from the bottom
to top. A gate hung to such a post will
never sag. The post will not yield a
particle. It is a pleasure to go in and
out at such a gate. A child can open
and shut It with ease, nor will It break
the matron's back to open and shut It
when she finds it necessary, as all
farmers' matrons will find It once in a
while; at least, mine has and doubtless
will more than once in the future.
Hinges do not cost much and a little
extra labor won't kill. Twentieth Cen
tury Farmer.
Where Creameries Prosper
Creameries cannot prosper unless In
a community where good cows abound,
and good dairymen are as necessary as
good cows, says the Texas Farm and
Ranch. None but good dairymen have
good cows, and good cows have none
but good dairymen. There Is another
necessity without which creameries
cannot prosper, but it Is rarely included
In "good dairymen" this is good farm
or dairy papers. Where creameries ex-
INSECT AND WBKD DESTROYER.
WIKB FENCE STILE.
ibi, u is guuu policy lor eacu contrinu
ting dairyman, as well as the creamery
management, to encourage by every
legitimate means the circulation of
such papers In the community. It re
quires Intelligence to make the butter
factories go.
About the Horse.
To the ordinary mind the hair of the
horse would seem to be strongly "con
ducive to healthy skin." Othrr writers
say that "horse-clipping is a sanitary
measure, as a" long, heavy coat of
shaggy hair cannot be conducive to
healthy skin." It is beyond doubt that
horses regularly clipped are subject to
a number of Ills that do not affect un
dipped horses so generally or so seri
ously. Nature may be trusted in the
matter of fitting to each animal Its cov
ering. The horse's coat is his entire
wardrobe. His hair protects him In
both summer and winter. If the hair
should be clipped from horses, why
should not the feathers be stripped
or clipped from birds, the shells from
turtles, and the hair and wool from all
animals? What did nature Intend,
then, when she developed the horse
and put upon him his hair, tail and
mane? Who ever saw or- heard of a
diseased or unhealthy, skin In a herd
of wild horses? Removal of the natu
ral coat must necessarily affect the
horse's power to stand sudden chills
when heated, or quick heating when
he finds himself out in the hot sun, or
radiation of warmth, or evaporation of
perspiration.
Queer ideas are the order of the day
in the horse world. For example, some
horse writers Insist that the working
horse should go unshod. In soft and
stoneless dirt a horse might go unshod
and do considerable work, but In stony
localities the hoofs of unshod horses
would simply be broken and splintered
up to the quick. The Farmer's Voice.
Among the Poultry.
Air out that henhouse.
A comfortable hen is generally ft
profitable hen.
Remember that a thoroughbred male
Is half the flock. -
oeiore saying mat poultry on the
f fl mi rfttOan't Ttav T,(n!r 1T-1
t j.hj , L n 1 nn l, h. c
fat nen cover eggs some bet-
ter than a poor one, probably because
she will produce more "feverish heat .
I At a recent convention held in the In-
terest of poultry It was decided that
55 per cent Is about an average hatch
of an Incubator.
' The fowl that Is "stunted" at any
time while young never becomes the
, fowl th!lt lt would nave been under
, W"ier treatment.
People, like trees, are known by their
fruit in one form or another, and he
who knowingly sells poor eggs will
also be judged by his fruit. Farmers'
Voice.
Cabbane for Cows.
A report received at the Department
of Agriculture discusses the feeding
of cabbages and cabbage leaves to
milch cows. Cabbages are usually con
demned as cow feed owing to their al
leged effect on the flavor of the milk.
A test made showed that the milk of
cows fed on cabbages directly after
milking was untainted. In a report
of the New Zealand Department of
Agriculture it Is stated that forty tons
to fifty tons of cabbages per acre have
been grown at the experimental farm
and fed to cows with most satisfactory
results. Up to twenty pounds was giv
en to each cow night and morning, with
the result that the Increase of butter
averaged one pound per cow.
Weed Out Cow Boarders.
There are two varieties of cows, says
the American Agriculturist, the cow
that gives more than she eats and the
cow that eats more than she gives.
Which variety would you prefer in mak
ing up a dairy herd? Which variety do
you actually have? Now there is no
difficulty about -telling the cow of one
class from the cow of the other. There
used to be, but there isn't now. The
Babcock test does lt The apparatus
consists of a small scale, a Babcock
test, and a little gumption. By testing
each cow separately a man can soon
tell which ones are paying a profit and
which are merely boarders.
Keep TJp with the Process 'on.
In the chicken business, as in every
other, the knowledge of yesterday is
not sufficient for to-day, 6ays Poultry
Success. With the new day come
new Ideas, new experiments, new les
sons. We are constantly learning some
thing, and the man who reaches a
point where he Is so sure he knows it
all that be ceases making any attempt
to learn becomes a back number in
just about twenty-four hours.
Six Honrs Afloat.
A London'paper relates the trying ex
perience of an English sailor. He could
not swim, and was six hours In the
water during a storm.
He had a life-preserver, but was In
constant terror lest it should slip from -his
grasp. If it did he knew be could
never regain it
He had fallen off the bow-chains of
the vessel, and from midnight to day
light the life-boat was searching for
him while the ship lay to. Many cap
tains would have desisted in an hour or
two, but this one persevered, and the
men were finally rewarded with a sight
of their comrade a mile away. A day's
rest restored his strength, and he re
sumed his dangerous duties.
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