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Southern Oregon News Review, Thursday, May 1, 1947
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“ Sandra made me mad.
She I
do know the plain words! Only plain
words would do for you. you smug, wants money. She says she wants
self-satisfied little snob! I want ten Rie's share. How could Ric have
thousand dollars
Is that plain a share now—while Mother ts alive?
enough? And I mean to have it. I got furious. I wish I hadn't, 1|
Sewing C lr rle N e e d le rra ft D ept
Oh, I know this smart show you've feel unsure of myself now—but I ,
Hos 1217
Ran Francisco fi, C a lif.
did.
I
’m
sorry
if
I
waked
you
up.
all been putting on, I saw through
F nclose 20 cents for Faltern
it instantly. You're all so poor, John I.”
Illinois Tests Prove
No__________
“ I wasn't asleep. So yhe wants
and you work in corn-fields and
Name
Value of New Methods
wear overalls and eat cabbage and money, does she? W ill she clear I
Address
grits like white trash, and put your out if she gets it? "
Farmers
can
double
the
present
"
I
don't
know.
But
she
made
cars up. but none of that fooled me
for a minute Ricky has a right to vague threats if she didn’t get it. | 50 - bushel - per - acre state average
his share, and I'm going to have it.” She said she knew something that corn yields through good soil man­
Jill's eyes were amber flames. I didn't know, something that would agement. declares Prof. A. L. Lang,
University of Illinois.
“ So blackmail is one of your spe­ make Mother unhappy. That’ s when .
Corn yields above 100 bushels per
cial arts, too, is it? I thought as I flew at her."
acre are repeatedly harvested by re­
much."
she
said,
slowly.
“
I
sup­
CHAPTER XV III
J ill saw her grandfather's eyes search workers from high fertility
pose poor Ric has done something move past her uneasily for a mo­
plots at the experiment stations. At
‘You couldn't understand Ricky, foolish—the poor deluded sap! And ment. focus on the picture on her Illinois, Lang points out, the high
now
you’ve
got
hold
of
it
and
want
dresser: then his mouth drew fertility plots have averaged above
though. He's so sensitive. And
you aren’t a complex person at all. to hold it over my mother’s head, Straig'*t and his eyes narrowed a 100 bushels since the use of hybrid
you know, Jill. You're prim itive because you’ve seen how she adores little. Without a word, he walked seed.
really. You are in your element Ric? Well, it won’t work. Sandra. out of the room. Then she heard a
The No. 1 problem In getting
here on a farm. Odd that two peo­ It simply won't work. Ric's been car door slam down below, and these high yields is the rebuilding of
in
jams
before,
and
my
mother
is
ple could be so entirely different as
she snatched up her robe and w rig­ the organic matter supply of the
more or less resigned to anything gled into it and (lew down the stairs
you and Ricky.”
soils. Years of "soil m ining" have
•'I’m such a prim itive that 1 that comes now. She’s given up ex­ Dooley had come, and Dooley must run down this supply, even on the
pecting anything from Ric, except not know. She had to get to Doo­
learned to tell the truth very early,
ley before Sandra did.
and Ric never bothered. He went in disappointment."
for the more esthetic angles; he
She flung open the screen door
thought living excitingly was more
and stood framed in the light, all
important than keeping his word or
wrinkled green silk and flaming
choosing high-minded people for
hair and eyes like black flames in
It may save you lots o f moneyl
friends, or anything like that.”
a face as white as ebalk.
It
tells why furm tractors, trucks
And
so
it
was
that
Richard
Mc­
" I suppose that's intended for a
'T'HE sunbonnet girl of song and |
Farlane. standing there under the
dig,” Sandra said, “ but it ’s quite
anil
cars "burn o il” and lose
story ready to be a decoration j
light, saw his daughter.
all right. It doesn't worry me at all.
power. It tells 7 ways to restore
for
that
best
chair
you
prize
so
j
Ricky told me that you would prob­
J ill drew back, startled, and said. rich black soil of the state. In addi­ highly. Mercerized crochet cotton . original power, lengthen engine
ably hate me.”
"O h!” and pulled her flying drapery tion. the soil supply of phosphorus ! is used.
life, save oil, save gas. I t ’s yours
around her.
Then she got her and potash, vital to the growth of {
“ How stupid of him—to think that
legumes. Is badly depleted in most
FREE, if you w ill m ail
breath
a
little
and
said,
“
Oh,
I
’
m
I ’d bother!” J ill drawled. “ Why
apostalcard today to
sorry! You startled me. I was Corn Belt soils.
should anything you do matter to
Lang outlines four steps toward J
expecting my mother. You’ re Cap­
Dept. W -l 2, Sealed
me, Sandra? Or anything that I
rebuilding the soil:
tain
Mackey,
aren’t
you?
I
remem­
do concern you? We’re separate
P o w er C o rp . /
1. Test your soil to determine the !
ber. I saw you at Ridley."
people. We can live our lives with­
One day at rehearsal, Play­ M u s k e g o n ,
needs for lime and plant food.
out getting emotional, one way or
He came into the room, blinking
2. Use of lime and fertilizers ac- [ wright Sir Jam es M. B arrie was M ic h ig a n .
the other. Only don't put on an act
at the lig h t He looked a little cording to test to build the fe rtility • having difficulty with a bright
with me. Sandra. I t ’s no good. And
odd, J ill thought; there was that level for the growth of legumes in I young assistant, fresh out of col­
leave my mother alone. Dooley's
lege, who disagreed with the not­ /NO/V/OUAtlY
same bewildered look in his eyes, the rotation.
fNG/NffRFD
not like me. She doesn’t know how
ed
dram atist.
that same curious nostalgia, as
3. Use of deep-rooted legumes, :
to take care of herself.”
though he were thinking back hard, crop residues and manure to rebuild
“ I don’t think the scene should
trying to remember something that the organic matter supply. This or- I be played that wuy,” insisted the
" I rather like your mother,”
hurt. He held out his hand.
Sandra said, languidly. ‘ ‘I'd never
SEALED POW ER
ganic matter w ill help aerate the young m an at one point. "Now
“ I remember,” he said. "You are soil and furnish the bulk of the nitro- ; when I was at school we did this.”
want to do anything to hurt her,
Julia, aren’t you? You were with gen needed for crop rotation.
P I S T O N R I,N G S
if I could help it.”
B arrie listened patiently, then
young
Gordon, down at Ridley.”
BIST IN N IW f N O I N U I
“ What do you mean, if you can
4 Supplementing the increased quietly repeated his original in­ .
“ I'm Jill. Nobody ever has called fertility of the soils witn fertilizers j structions to the cast.
help it?” demanded Jill, hotly.
fif t T IN O lO I N O IN IS t
me Julia. Won’t you sit down. Cap­ carrying nitrogen, phosphorus and
“ You’d better make an effort to
Throughout the rehearsal the
tain Mackey?
You came to see potash to permit the raising of 100- 1 young know-it-all again and again
help it, Mrs. Richard McFarlane.”
Mother, did you? I'm sorry. She’s bushel corn crops.
Sandra got up and strolled over
interrupted to offer suggestions.
out just now. but she should be back
to the dressing table, picked up
Finally B arrie placed a paternal j
soon. W ill you wait?”
To hold your loose uppers and lo » ,
the framed photograph that stood
arm around his shoulder,
e rt comfortably secure all day—and
He stood turning his cap around Root Rot Resistant
there. The picture of a blue-eyed
"My boy,” he said, "I appreci- ' erery day. try dentist * sinaiing dis­
in his hands.
r y called BTAZE. Not a "meaay"
Oats Increase Yield
officer in an old-fashioned, wide-
ate your comm ents, but you m ust core
powder! BTAZE
’. - t o - t n o
“ I came,” he said, "to see your
Because a disease called helmin- S not be too harsh with me. After , isate. O et 93c tube a ( drutfg
brimmed campaign hat.
odayt
Accept
no
substitute!
E
brother’s wife. The young Mrs. Mc­ thosporium is affecting older vari- j
“ Is this a relative?” she asked,
all, I am not young enough to know C T A 7 T N 'N t «11 Day er
Farlane. She's here, isn't she?” eties of oats in many grain states, i
with studied casualness.
O l A f c l i Ten Meoey t x t I
everything.”
“
Yes.
she’
s
here.
Shall
I
call
her?
farmers are turning to new intro­
“ My father.” J ill did not look at
She went to bed. I think. There ductions, such as Bonda and Mindo, I
her. “ Ric’s father, too. He died
“ I want ten thousand dollars!”
isn't anything wrong, is there. Cap­ which have proven resistant to this
in France in the last war.”
tain? With Ric, I mean?”
form of root rot.
“ Oh, yes, Ricky told me. He looks
Sandra pressed herself against
“ No, there’ s nothing wrong. Not
In Minnesota the Minnesota Crop
so like an old friend of my first the door, her mouth twisted to
with your brother, at least. But I Improvement association is furnish- ,
husband's that the resemblance is one side, her eyes guarded.
have a message for your sister-in- Ing seed of these varieties to farm ­
really startling.” She studied the
“ I don’t like scenes,” she said, law. But there's no special hurry ers who agree to retain only half
picture, and her lips curved greed­
“ I hope it won't be about it.”
of the crop for their own use. selling
ily. She licked them slyly like a loftily.
necessary
for me to say or do
"W ill you sit down then? I'm
cat, and her eyelids narrowed, a
speculative look growing behind anything unpleasant. I don't want sorry you find me in such disarray,
Prince Albert's mild, rich-tasting tobacco is
them.
She put the frame down, to hurt your mother. I merely want but I was tired, and I didn't feel
my
rights—Ricky’s
rights.
And
I
like dressing again after my bath.”
specially treated to insure against tongue
shrugged a little. “ Your father was
He took the chair she indicated.
very handsome, Jill, but he re­ mean to have them. Anything you
bite. It's the world's largest-selling tobacco
He said, “ You’re very like your
minds me so much of that man I say is entirely unimportant. You
can
speak
about
this
to
your
mother
mother. She had hair like that.
detest that I won’t look at him any
I remember.”
more. Odd that two people should or not, just as you please."
“ I shall certainly not speak to
be so alike, isn’t it?”
“ Oh, yes,” Jill said, “ you were
“ Not terribly odd. We only have her about i t ! ” J ill snapped. “ And an old friend of my mother’s,
a few features. They couldn’t help if you plan any chiseling I shall do weren’t you? You told me, and I ’d
putting a few sim ilar combinations all I can to defeat you. You’ve been forgotten.” She dropped on a stool
made welcome here, you’re Ric's and coaxed her thin garments to
together.”
wife, and on his account I'll treat
“ By the way, J ill? " Sandra you as Ric’s wife should be treated. cover her brown legs and eased
paused in the door. “ I haven’t dis­ But I ’ll appreciate it, right now, if her broken arm into a comfortable
cussed the future with your moth­ you’ll get out of my sight. I still position. “ But I'm more like my fa­
Rhoda, daughter of .Mr. and Mrs.
er. I really dread having to do it. like to believe that I'm a lady, but ther,” she went on. “ He was an F. W. Lawson, Albert Lea, Minn., be­
officer,
too.
I
was
always
sorry
But I do have to know what's ahead when you’ re around, Sandra, I have
that I wasn’t born a boy so that I side a typical shock of Bonda oats
of us, don’t I?”
difficulty remembering it.”
could be a soldier like my father. on her father’s farm. The yield last
J ill stood up, stiffening. “ What
I have a brother in the air corps year was KG bushels to the acre.
has my mother to do with what’ s
—but you know that, of course.
VocAey and Jill
head of you?” she asked.
You’ve seen him, down at Ridley, the balance to farmers who w ill 5
“ But naturally—she has every­ Meet Again
agree to grow it for certification as
I
suppose?”
thing to do with it! Don't you think
pure seed. Those who have received j
“.I’m going.
With pleasure!”
“ I may have seen him ,” he evad­
it would be better if you talked to Sandra bit the words off like lengths
the seed of these two varieties re- j
ed. “ You’ve been hurt, haven’t you?
her about it, Jill? ”
of red-hot wire. “ But I'm going to What happened? Car get away from port excellent yields and no crin­
“ Talked to her about what? What have ten thousand dollars! I'm go­
kling down of the straw from dis- (
you?”
future do you mean? You knew ing to have it right away!
ease.
Do
“ No—it was a horse. I went over
that Ric would be gone, perhaps for you think I was fool enough to
her
head.
Can’t
I
get
you
some­
years. You knew that, when you marry into this family without know­
Utensil Sunning Rack
thing to drink, Captain?”
married him .”
*
ing what Ricky’s prospects were?
“
I
could
use
a
drink.”
He
smiled
“ But that’s just it. I did marry I ’m no child! I ’ ve taken care of
him. I am Ricky's wife. And be­ myself for a long time. I know how at her. “ Could I come with you and
fix it myself?”
cause I ’m his wife I do have to be to go on doing it.”
“ Of course, if you like. Men al­
concerned about our future. Ricky
“ I haven't got ten thousand dol­ ways like to get into kitchens, don’t
has rights that have to be con­
lars and my mother hasn't got it— they?” J ill led him through the
sidered.”
and she’s not going to sacrifice any­ hall and the dining-room, flipping
"Rights?” J ill repeated curtly.
thing to get it—not for you. Sandra switches as she went, noting that he
“ Of course he has rights. The right McFarlane!”
seemed to be studying the rooms
to get the best out of life that he
“ Very well,” said Sandra, evenly. as they passed through them. “ This
can when the war is over. But my
“ I see I shall have to speak to her house is very old,” she talked on.
mother has nothing to do with that
about it myself.”
pushing the swing door back and
That’s Ric’s problem.”
"You dare to do it! You dare to waiting for him to precede her into
make my mother unhappy—you the warmth and peach-pickle fra­
A Request for
dare! I ’ ll throw you out of the grance of Mamie’s kitchen. "My
Ries Rights
house myself. Get out of my room mother’ s grandfather built it before
the Civil War. and the bricks were
Adjustable sunning rack for m ilk
“ You'd like to see him pushed —get out—’get out!”
utensils may be constructed to per­
out. wouldn't you? You’d like to
The door clapped angrily as burned here on the place.”
m it adjusting the angle of the slope
keep
everything
for
yourself. Sandra slammed R.
Her hands
so that the sun. summer or winter,
You’ve been digging yourself in, trembling, her body like ice but her The Kitchen
w ill enter into the m ilk pails, cans
haven’t you—building yourself up as face and eyes blazing, Jill stood still
Is the Same
or other utensils. The device shown
such a dutiful daughter, playing Ric for a minute glaring, shuddering all
She was sliding the ice cubes out was designed by Kansas board of!
down with those sly, sidelong digs! over with the fierce anger that
of the tray, and she saw him turn agriculture.
Awfully clever!
But—I think I shook her.
and reach for a glass and won-
______________
know something that you don’ t
She was still trembling all over
know, Miss J ill McFarlane! I t ’s when the door opened a cautious dered how he knew where to lo o k - D „|oe fAr fiAArl M ilk
merely a hunch I have, but my crack and old John I. thrust his but of course glasses were kept in n U ,e S ,O r u o o a
It he hadn’t! Insuring Top Profit
hunches have a way of coming head in, his thin hair disordered, the obvious place.
through And my advice to you is his mustache quivering like an in­ found one there he’d have opened J In order to make money with
another cupboard door.
to change your actics, and quick.” quisitive antenna.
dairy cows not only must volume
J ill looked at her, her eyes like
"Say when,” she prompted, as m ilk productioh be secured, but j
“
Whal's
broke?”
he
whispered.
she balanced
ice.
_. . the
. , bottle
. ,_,over the! also it must be of good quality. T o 1
“ You'd better put it in words of | J ill got herself in hand with a glass.
, u
sl™uld
you secure good milk, milk only clean, I
little
difficulty.
pour
your
one syllable, Sandra," she said,
P / . i . . 1 nl healthy cows and keep them In a
“ I got mad, John I . ” she said, awfully inexperienced at this sort well-ventilated barn. Use of o n ly 1
coldly. “ Being a prim itive I ’m no
“ I yelled like a—like of thing. Captain, you spoke about clean sterile utensils, prompt cool- j
good at puzzles. I think you know hoarsely.
Lieutenant Gordon? You don’t hap­ ing of the m ilk and proper handling j
how to speak plainly, if you want a. . . .”
to do it. I think you know a lot of
"Like a McFarlane,” supplied her pen to know where he s now, del until it is used or delivered w ill,
very plain words, indeed.”
grandfather, helpfully.
“ I heard you?”
assure good quality m ilk Men han !
Sandra threw back her head. “ I you. What were you yelling about?”
National Joy Smoke
riling cows also should be clean.
• TO BE CONTINUED)
R ich ard M c F a rla n e , »h o disappeared
during (he Srst W orld W ar, leaving hit
»H e , Ju lia, and two children, suddenly
returns IS y e a r* la te r and Identifies h im ­
self a * C aptain M achey, stationed at
the same cam p as his son, R lc, serving
In World W ar 11. Rlc ha* become In­
volved with Sandra C alv ert, a divorcee
»h o C aptain M achey knew at one tim e.
He threatens her. but she m arries Rlc
an yw ay, arrivin g at Ju lia's fa rm lo live
« U h her. She s ta rtle * Julia by recognis­
ing a picture of R ich ard as th a t of
C aptain M ackey. When Ju lia goes lo a
theater with D ave P atterson, a fa m ily
friend. Sandra and J ill. J u lia ’ s daugh-
te r, become engaged In a vehem ent
argum ent.
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