V _
HAS SKULL OF MAN
500,000 YEARS OLD
British Scientist Says His Find
Alters Somewhat the Dar
winian Theory.
New York. Special: Dr. J. Leoh
[Williams, of London, an eminent au
thority of anthropology and geology,
arrived yesterday from Liverpool with
15 skulls of prehistoric man. one of
which he estimated to be 600,000 years
old. The skull was found by workmen
near Folkestone. England, In strata
that dated back before the pleistocene
era, and Its existence and discovery
have confirmed Dr. Williams In the
belief that mankind Is at least half a
million years old.
Dr. Williams said the finding of these
ancient skulls and other human bones
did not disprove. In his opinion the
Darwinian theory, but altered It in
some degree. Instead of man being a
mmM descendent of the ape, Dr. Williams
said, the skulls tend to confirm the
belief that the anthropoid ape was an
offshoot of primitive man. One of the
chief distinctions between these skulls
and those of apes, he said, was to be
found In the teeth.
The South Far in the Rear.
From the Houston Post.
The educators of the country seem to be
agreed that *28 per capita per annum Is
the least annual expenditure which will
give an American child a good common
school education. A table prepared by the
statistician of the bureau of education
i for 1911 shows that the actual expendi
tures in that year for the United States
totaled *446,728,929 and that If *28 per cap
ita had been expended the aggregate
would have been $692,875,664. That rate,
however, would have decreased the ex
penditures of 12 states and the District of
Columbia materially, the 12 states being
California, Colorado, Idaho, Massachu
setts, Montana, Nevara, New Jersey,
North Dakota, Oregon, Utah. Washington
and Wyoming.
.Seventeen states spent approximately
128 per capita. These are Arizona, Connec
ticut, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas,
Maine, Michigan, Minnesota, Nebraska,
Ohio, Pennsylvania, Rhode
Island, South Dakota, Vermont and Wis
consin.
xi is narajy necessary to say that the
southern states were far behind, and they
Will remain far behind until there Is a
genuine awakening among the people.
Arkansas expended In 1911 93,500,000 for
common schools; 928 per capita would
have entailed an expenditure of 914,000.000.
Florida expended 91,991,000 ; 928 per capita
9 n™*'1 have entailed an expenditure of
r *6,270,000.
Georgia expended *4,390,000 ; 928 per capita
would have entailed an expenditure of
*23.763,000.
Kentucky expended 98,165,000 ; 928 per cap
il2'™ou d have entailed an expenditure of
*18,987,000.
Louisiana expended 94,054,00 ; 928 per cap
lta would have entailed an expenditure of
*14,820,000.
Maryland expended a total of *4,010,000;
*28 per capital would have entailed an ex
penditure of *9,610,000.
Mississippi expended a total of *2,736,000;
*28 per capita would have entailed an ex
penditure of 916,653,000.
Missouri expended 914,328.000; *28 per cap
ita would have entailed an expenditure of
*24,J34 0OO.
North Carolina expended 93,140.000 ; 92S
per capita would have entailed on ex
penditure of *20,198,000.
Oklahoma expended 96,759,000 ; 928 per
capita would have entailed an expenditure
ot-iie.mm
South Carolina expended 92,168,000 ; 928 per
capita would have entailed, an expenditure
of *14,363,000.
Tennessee expended 95.0S3.000 ; 928 per
capita would have entailed an expenditure
*18.539.000.
Texas expended 911,841,000 : 928 per capita
■would have entailed an expenditure of
*25,103.000. "
917.746,000.
West Virginia expended 94,522,000; *28 per
capita would have entailed an expenditure
of *10,155,000.
The south expended less than *80,000,000
for common schools In 1911; 928 per capita
would have entailed an expenditure of
*170,000,000._ _ _
Dissipating a P’ortune.
From the Daily Oklahoman.
George J. Gould, oldest son of the late
Jay Gould and head of the family sines
the death of his father, resigned the presi
dency of the Manhattan Hallway com
pany, which operates the elevated lines
in New York city, because control of the
corporation had passed Into other hands.
Not long ago the Western Union Tele
graph company passed from the grip of
the Goulds and It Is but a short time since
the extensive railroad properties which
the wizard financier built up slipped Into
other hands and the dreams of a Gould
transcontinental line went a-gllmmertng.
It Is but scarcely more than half a cen
tury that old Jay, then a comparatively
young man, was giving the best within
him to the upbuilding of the tanning In
dustry In a Pennsylvania village. As he
prospered and saw opportunities come for
increasing his fortune, he turned to other
pursuits. When he died he was perhaps
the most cordially detested Individual in
the world. But he had built up an Im
mense fortune. He was the principal own
er of the elevated lines 111 New York, the
Western Union Telegraph company, the
Wabash, Missouri Pacific and Iron Moun
tain and Rio Grande railroads, as well as
a great number of other properties.
The second generation, now middle-aged,
is proving sadly unequal to the task of
conserving these properties and strength
ening the fortunes left them. On the con
trary, they are allowing the bulk of It
tn slin through their fingers and sur
rendering control of the same one prop
erty at a time.
The Gould family affords an Interesting
study. George and Helen have always
borne excellent reputations, the former
for his business ability and the latter for
her philanthropic activities, while the bal
ance of the children have preferred to re
main the pampered pets of Indolence and
luxury rather than undertake to do any
thing worth while. The scandals Incident
to alliances with a decadent nobility have
eaten deeply into the fortune left by the
father and worked havoc all around. In
deed, it would be another illustration of
the irony of fate if the next generation
would find itself back in the tanning busi
ness.
Telephonobia.
From the Boston Globe.
French physicians are puzzled over Mme.
X. a charming Parisienne, otherwise in
normal health, who is peculiarly affected
bv the ringing of the house telephone bell.
‘When her husband is out and she re
plies, according to the medical reports,
she experiences, as soon as she takes up
the receiver, a feeling of tightness and op
pression around the temples, accompanied
with violent palpitation of the heart.
Her voice entirely changes, too, and she
Is almost incapable of articulating any
thing.
Our nonprofessional diagnosis of this
case of telephonobia, socalled, is very
simple. Monsieur probably is detained in
town oftener by office work, and, when
be wires his wife that he will not be
able to get home to dinner, madame is so
upset and vexed that she suffers a species
of dumbness which prevents an adequate
expression of her opinion of him and his
ferry tale.
New Truths.
By Henry Thomas Buckle.
Fvery new truth which has ever been
propounded has, for a time, caused mis
chief; it has produced discomfort, and
often unhappiness; sometimes by dis
turbing social or religious arrangements, i
and sometimes merely by the disruption
of old and cherished association of
thoughts. It is only after a certain In
tervivv and when the framework of af
fairs nas adjusted itself to the new
truth, that its good effects preponderate.
A STERLING NOVEL OF THE GREAT
MIDDLE WEST
MIDIANI.5
.Charles TemjeyJackson
• “S“TOE BffOrsSterHTBROTaERS
KEEPER elc. dc.
CornU**. nu. Th» fcol*. Merrifl C——»
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CHAPTER VI—(Continued).
He took her arm and she rebelled,
pulling it away until she writhed with
pain. But he made her Bit, and tore
his handkerchief to bind the cut, after
examining it.
“It’s not broken, Aurelie! Only
gashed—maybe sprained.”
“I wish it was broken—everything!”
He could hear her heart beat as he
bent to bind the wrist. “You little
savage—running off wild like this.
And the prize winner, Aurelie! The
most beautiful girl in all the west,
they say!"
She stared dumbly at him. Perhaps
he, too, was mocking her, playing on
her full heart, her heedless generosity,
her hungry soul, her love. There was
none of her small poses and airs about
her now, but the Celt’s romance stirred
in him at some wild beauty in her.
When he had bound her arm she
quivered, and he had a sense she was
about to leap from him like a creature
of the woods at the chance of free
dom. Then she turned to him.
“She fooled me; and I’m going
away."
“Fooled you?”
"His mother. And I said I’d give him
up to her, but now I see she only fooled
me. I hate them now—and him, too!
"Aurelie!" Mr. Curran was bewild
ered. “I never knew of this affair—
you and Harlan. It’s astounding”—he
rubbed his forehead—"Impossible!"
“You think so, too?” she blurted.
"All right. I’m a fool, I guess. But
I'll show 'em.” She came directly to
him. "Oh, Mr. Curran, I want to go
away! I told ’em I’d give up this
prize thing, if he wanted me to. But
now it’s different. Mr. Curran, I want
to be somebody!”
She was staring at him in the moon
light. Mr. Curran could not Btand
that; his own vagabond heart throbbed
mightily. He, too, was the exile, the
outlander. To be somebody! Right
then and there, Mr. Curran knew he
would lead any forlorn hope for her,
for any one who wanted to be some
Doay.
"You are!" he cried. "And you can
go away, too, and show ’em!"
Her white face stirred a bit. Then,
with the direct simplicity of her down
river years, she muttered: "Mr. Cur
ran. I could Just love you. I never
would have been a beautiful girl If It
hadn't been for you!”
Mr. Curran sat down and rubbed the
bald spot on his head. He was a man
who had walked alone and known the
•orrow of evil. He put a kindly hand
to her shoulder. He was trying to be
lieve he had a great fatherly pity for
her.
"Now, little girl,” he said, "let’s walk
the trail home. It’s beautiful—we can
see the river in a moment—there! The
Mississippi! 'Way off there you came
from, didn’t you? I lived there once,
Aurelle. I left a bit of my heart there
among your people. You’re something
of a savage, and you’ll never get yi£ of
what the wilderness put In you--neveT,
never—God bless you! People will
never understand, but I do!"
She sighed. "I wish you’d take me
away, Mr. Curran—and let me do some
thing. Just like Uncle Mich said: “To
occupy the land!’ ’’
’You shall!” he cried riotously.
“Why, what a chance you’ve got, Aure
lle! You're the little rebel done come
up the river to occupy the land! You
must come to the office tomorrow, for
two men are coming from Chicago to
»ee you. The Sunday editor of the
Chronicle, and an artist to draw you.
And the Chronicle will give you a prize.
One hundred dollars. It’s not much.
It’s all an advertising scheme with the
Chronicle, of course, but for you—Aure
lle, you’ll be rich and famous one of
these days, Just see if you’re not!"
She rubbed the bloody little bandage
on her wrist and stared over the town.
"I Just will! And I Just love you Mr.
Curran! You’re all the friend I got!”
Mr. Curran gasped again. "I sure
will help you, Aurelle. This old town's
got no use for either of us. We're the
Insurgent!" And he took her hand
gaily on the path and danced her along
until, to her set pale lips, a smile had
to come. And after It a sob; and then
the smile again!
When Mr. Curran left her at Ulnd
■torm’s fence he went back in a dream
to his old print shop. He lighted the
gas and took his pipe, filled it, sat
down and drew aimlessly on It half an
hour before he discovered It was not
burning.
“Wasting my life,” he muttered
"wasting my life! By Jove, that little
girl’s got me going! I’m going to wake
up and do something, too!"
T-Trt >11A tl„ _j ,
found a match.
The most beautiful girl perhaps In all
America! Could the sentimental Mr
Curran sleep after that? His hair was
thin and he had swung the circle and
come back to the prosy old town, but
no matter! He took a photograph out
of his desk a dozen times to study it.
Borne careless miracle of an obscure
country studio had caught an arch
stateliness, a breathing grace, a spirit
ual purity that made the town gasp
when it saw the thing—gasp, and then
declare it could not possibly be the
bootlegger’s girl. Mr. Curran groped
for the entrancement; yet, it was she—
he had seen her face so in the moon
light.
"The dear kid,” he murmured, and
kissed the picture and laid it away.
Aurelie went about the next morning
in a dream. She helped Mrs. Llndstrom
with the breakfast dishes and then car
ried the baby out on the sunshine of
the porch to play with him. Neighbor
women came and went. Already they
were discussing her, she knew. The
household had been in a hubbub, she
the calmest of them all—Old Michi
gan’s astounded questions, John’s sus
picious fanaticism, the wife’s silly com
ments. the boys’ puzzled awe.
Aurelie a-going to have her picture
In the paper!
Well, it was like Aurelie. To Knute
and Peter she was ever the princess
off on amazing adventunres a fairy who
played with them and yet was not ol
them. Prom the porch she watched
them milking a lean-hipped heifer
which they had aroused, standing with
their bare feet in the steam of her bed
to avoid the frosty grass. Knute shiv
ered in his cotton shirt; above the
singsong of the milking his chatter
ing voice retorted to Peter:
"Aw, Aurelie, she ain’t a-goin’ to get
stuck up! She’ll come out and go rab
bit huntin’ with us fellers even if she
does get her picture in the paper.”
Later she went past him in the yard,
dressed in her best gown, a cheap fan
tastic circlet of brass in her hair which
Uncle Michigan had given her years
ago. She rarely wore a hat, for she
bad none to her pride. The boys yelled
their friendly derision at her finery.
From the porch Mrs. Llndstrom whined
her fright. She was "clean upset" by
Aurelle's fortune. But maybe It meant
a Job. “Lord knows we need It. John
laid up with his arm and Albert not
workln’ steady. Maybe Aurelle would
get a Job In the News office, but Lord
knows what would happen to a girl
who got her name In the paper.” She
sniffed on to the neighbor woman, and
Aurelle marched on with vast pride.
Not all the beauty of the October sun
level from the hills against the filigree
of red and gold hung against the cliff
face could stir this beaten labor woman
of the cities. “Lord knows Aurelie'U
get us all In the papers. Ain’t my man
had enough hard luck without this?"
Aurelle went on, a slender scarlet
figure on the leaf-carpeted creek road.
She wilfully passed the bridge to cross
Slnsinawa on the mossy stones among
the rushing water. A red squirrel scold
ed her from the willows and she
charged him laughingly, her breath
quick In the keen air, her eyes bright
with delightful freedom. And while the
squirrel barked his Indignation from a
safe tree, she laughed again, and then
suddenly remembered that she was try
ing to be miserable, and yet rebelling
against It with all her pride.
When she came to the neat houses
of High street the eyes of early house
wives, airing their rugs, caught her
gipsy figure; they whispered to the
household, and noses flattened against
the panes to watch her pass. Already,
despite Mr. Curran’s effort to hold the
story for the Sunday papers, the town
was buzzing with Aurelie Lindstrom’s
notoriety. It was aghast, It was in
credulous; but when she passed it ran
to see and whispered. When she neared
the square and passed a shop where the
cheerful anvils rang, she was conscious
that the work stopped and the smiths
came out of the blue haze In their
leather aprons to stare after her, and
when a farm wagon came along, heaped
with frosted com, the hired man hailed
her, and when she passed the Hub
ntcra o flnnTipr r.lprk irfLllftd.
"Hello, Aurelle!" And all the other
clerks and the proprietor gathered open
mouthed to whisper.
She set her shoulders stralghter and
marched on Into the News offlce. The
editor arose hastily and stared at her.
Then he sighed and came to her with
his hand out. “Aurelle, I see It now!"
“What?” she asked Innocently.
“The beauty winner! Oh, we’re a lot
of chumps around this old town. Here
you grew up among us and nobody ever
suspected. You’re the most beautiful
girl I ever saw.”
She sat down perplexedly. Jim Mims,
the tramp printer, toothless and whisky
soaked, grinned at her over his case.
Aleck, the press boy, stopped his work.
Rube Van Hart, the broken down ball
player, stuffing old papers Into the
stove, lifted his derby awkwardly:
“Morning, Aurelle.”
All the world seemed radiant with
friendliness. The editor had her hand
and refused to £rop It. His eyes were
'Bright with eagerness.
“Right here In my old shop, he said,
”is Cinderella.” .
She looked seriously at him. She had
never known anybody like Wiley T.
Curran. He seemed like a man who
had produced a miracle when he mere
ly meant to knock out his pipe. There
It was, the sparks flew, and the fairy
stood on tip toes smiling at him. An
Irishman had to believe In them.
“Miss Cinderella,” went on Curran,
“there come the Chronicle men now
from the Parsons house. Those people
sent Max Jerome down to sketch you
_the topnotch Illustrator In the busi
ne|he had never heard of him. Two
men came In; one fat, short, busy
looking; the other a lanky youth who
laid down a flat case of card papers
and turned a good humored ironical
face directly on her.
“And you’re Aurelle Lindstrom?’
he said. “Well, well!”
The stout little man took her hand
warmly at Curran’s Introduction. “The
Chronicle wants to congratulate you,
Miss Lindstrom. It’s great! Curran,
here, has been telling about you”—he
looked flustered for a minute—“and It’s
great stuff! But we don’t want these
state papers to get In on this until we
spread on it Sunday—understand.
Don’t let ’em get your picture, or buzz
you. And we got to make that 11:20
train from the Junction”—he looked at
his watch—“and Max wants to sketch
you. We’re going to run a three-color
border on the sup that’s a pippin. Walt
till you see that Carmen effect of yours
In the Chronicle layout. It’s going to
make ’em sit up.”
She didn't understand a word of It.
linked anDeallngly at Mr. Curran.
Then she was conscious that Max. the
artist, was sketching her swiftly, si
lently, glancing first at her and then
at the light in the News' dingy win
dows and then at his board.
"Say ” went on the assistant Sunday
editor,' "I’m mighty glad you got it.
Miss Llndstrom. You see the Chron
icle contest was straight—it was no
frameup for one of these show girls,
who are always butting In on those
things. I tell you I never was so pleased
at anything as to find you didn’t know
a thing about it."
"Not a blamed thing!” cried Mr. Cur
ran,” "till I told her! Why, I even for
got I ever sent those pictures In. The
most beautiful woman—” He stared
at her, and then broke off mournfully:
"Say, Dickinson, the grocer, telephoned
In this morning with an awful roar.
Pulled his advertising out of the News
and stopped the paper, because I sent
in his girls’ picturel And she didn’t
get a look In!”
The Sunday editor chuckled. Max
smiled Ironically. He came to Aurells
with a deft firm touch of his white
fingers. "A little more to the light,
Miss Llnstrom. Just that—there." He
stopped thoughtfully and looked down
again. "Your hair—you couldn’t have
done it better on Michigan avenue
Some women can, you know, and some
can’t even buy It.” He went back tc
his sketches. "There’s a curious trick
about you—•” he began to work, and
then stopped and laid down his pen
cil.
"What’s the matter. Max?” grunted
the newspaper man.
Max was watching her strangely. H<
muttered; then he said, without regard
to his compaion: "Miss Llndstrom, dc
you know you Interest me more thar
anything I've done since I did som<
girls In Algiers. You—there's a bit o:
the Orient about you—or Mexico."
"I'm a Creole, I think,” she said pen
sively. “That's what Uncle Mlchigar
said.”
The two Chicago men exchanged
glances. “Oh, yes,” the editor put in—
“Curran was saying. Your story—ro
mantle, Miss Llndstrom. I’ve seer
girls like you on Royal street. No'
many, but once in a while a Creolt
with a beautiful facs. But your story.
Miss Lindstrom—great stuff—we're go
ing to flash It big.” He looked at his
wutch busily. "Max, you better kick
In hard—"
And In the silence she discovered
again that the artist had stopped to
watch her and his Ironical smile wai
gone. Presently she heard him muttei
and resume work, but ever and again
he stopped to study her dreamily.
"Got Max going,” drawled the Sun
day editor, "and they don’t pass bad
ones on Max. And the chaps who
picked your picture. Miss Lindstrom.
out of all that bunch—thousands and
thousands of ’em—why, they’re no
slouches either. There was Plxley oi
the Art Institute, and Martlneau who
has charge of the Philadelphia collec
tlon, and Benny Booth, who does tha|
girl stuff for the syndicate. Thret
guys who ought to know. And thej
picked you!”
She sighed luxuriantly and said
nothing. Wiley was aghast at all thii
complacence. He followed her eyes
which were fixed on the morning peace
of the court house lawn under the
maples. Up the bluff she heard the
bob-whites calling, and the gleam of a
dove’s wing came before the window.
The most beautiful woman!
One does not easily grasp It, If one
has lived an obscure life of common
duties In a gray little world; at times
hungry, chilled, hurt with rebuff, un
dershot with sadness. One may wander
the world striving for gain or fame,
dig for treasure, grow old, dim-eyed,
seeking applause, admiration, love—
but here, at once, without asking, seek
ing nothing, knowing nothing, the Jin
nee had come and broken the magic
vase at her feet!
She sighed again her luxurious peace.
The garrulous Sunday editor’s voice
came faintly through her dream.
“When you come to Chicago the paper
will entertain you. The old man him
self is crazy about that picture—wants
a special wire as to what Max thought
of you. When you get some clothes—
er—Miss—MISs—”
"Not a bit,’r retorted Max. "It would
be a Bln to put anything on her. Look
at her! In the door-frame—the maples
on the bluff beyond her—the sun on
that sumac! That little gown, the cir
clet In her hair, the flower—good God,
girl, did you get yourself up for this?"
Bhe smiled complacently. “They make
fun of me," she murmured, and Max
growled an unintelligible anathema on
iiome, i a.
And while she sat there with the eye#
of the silent men upon her, a step
sounded upon the sidewalk. Harlan
came past. Her face rigid when he
saw her. He appeared about to swing
Into the New# office in his old genial
fashion to see Wiley. Then he met
Aurelle's blank gaze and gazed as
blankly at her. Bhe saw his big sensi
tive rose quiver, he started furiously
at Max and his work, so furiously that
she was frightened and tried to speak
to him. But her voice failed her, and
Harlan, looking now at her, spoks
doggedly.
“Aurelle, are you going into this?’*
“Into this?”
“This abominable contest—going to
have your picture in and all the stuff
printed about you!"
He was mad with despair, It seemed;
he almost leaped In the doorway. "You
shan’t!” he roared.
“Yes, I shall!” She looked fixedly at
him. “I Just made up my mind. I’m
Just going In for everything and be
somebody!”
The young man stared at her. Then
he whirled about, looked at her from
the sidewalk and went on without
answer. And Aurelle turned a pale
face back to Max and tried to Bmile.
“Who,” said the Sunday editor, “1#
that damned fool?”
Wll»y mumbled awkwardly. "Judge’s
son . . . best family. Sort of—well,
gone on her.”
“Good dope,” commented the news
paper man laconically. “Got his picture
about your shop? Heart Interest and
all that sort of thing—big as a house!
Get us a come-on story to follow Thurs
day.”
Aurelle stared at him. The she Jump
ed down and walked before the Sunday
sup man and shook her fist under his
nose. “His picture In the paper? If
you ever do that. I’ll go.to Chicago and
tear up every paper In your old shop!”
And turning around she walked out
and up High street with the air of an
empress.
“Well, I’m Jiggled!” murmured the
Sunday editor. “Help!”
(Continued next week.)
The Joys of a Producer.
From the Country Gentlemen.
Cherry culture Is both possible and
attractive to a woman, because brains
count for more than brawn. The scien
tific pursuit of horltculture Is a mat
ter or thrift, good Judgment and adapt
ability to the work, coupled with pains
taking Industry. The proper site Is a
well drained slope, with a soil of rich,
sandy loam. The trees must be headed
low; the limbs must be cut when they
are small or the tree will bleed to
death; one must distinguish between
the leaf bud and the fruit blossom:
forethought and care are necessary
from first to last.
A Colorado woman who has made a
success of cherry culture writes of It
a a fn I I nTI'O •
"There la no lonesomeness or lack of
company, even If one Is alone, In a
home like this. Every bird becomes a
friend and even the trees seem to vie
with each other as to which shall carry
the greatest load of fruit to maturity.
Harmony and peace are everywhere
apparent, Instead of fault finding and
dissatisfaction one gets accustomed to
In dealing with humanity. With the
return of spring all things are new.
One may blot out everything In the
past but pleasant memories and begin
life anew. Each year a plainer vision
of a new heaven and a new earth
passes before the owner as she sees
the fruits of her labors and realizes
that she has Joined hands with nature
and has become a producer."
Backward, Turn Backward.
Prom the Denver Times.
I used to kick about the way that moth
er cut my hair. She made It look like
new-mown hay all scattered here and
there. I used to seek some distant nook
far from the girls and sob, because that
haircut made me look like a dejected
squab. But now my wife goes out with
me to buy my hats and shoes. The sales
men chuckle when they see the things thal
she will choose. The shoes are of the
sportive plan. High-silken Is the lid. One
end of me Is clergyman, the other college
kid. My neckties when we go to call, all
In our best arrayed, will cause the papet
on the wall to pine away and fade. It Alls
my soul with dumb regret, when I my
wardrobe scan and think of all the laughs
I'd get were I some other man. My
strange reflection I discern with mutlnout
surprise. To boyhood I would fain return
and then apologize. What though the
neighbors laughed aloud and father deai
might swear! I would be grateful now
and proud If mother cut my halrl
"A woman," writing to one of the pa
pers about a recent railway wreck,
suggests that one or two empty wooden
cars be put at the end of each train
1 to act as a buffer when the Inevitable
crash comes. The suggestion Is made
seriously, but Its Impracticability
brings to mind the proposal of the
other woman who asked the conductoi
what part of the train was the most
dangerous. "Tho rear car,” was the
answer. “Then why not leave It off?1
Dallas, Tex., is trying to curb noisy
automobiles.
AGRICULTURAL EDUCATION
IN WESTERN CANADA
The latest methods adopted
BY THE AGRICULTURAL
COLLEGES.
Scienttflo farming can be pursued
with more profit and advantage in
Western Canada, probably than in
any other portion of the continent
What may be achieved by it may be
ascertained when it is known what
has been accomplished by the thou
sands who have been following the
occupation for some time and made a
success of It with not even a theore
tical knowledge. They "have tickled
the land with a hoe" and become rich.
But the question is how long could
that continue. The soil and the cli
mate and every other condition favor
great results by a pursuit of such
methods as a technical and practical
knowledge will bring. There is in
the writer's opinion no possibility of
failure. Fully aware of this and also
of the great potentialities that exist
in Western Canada for the following
of the profession of farming, as it
could be developed and carried on in
Western Canada, the various govern
ments have established the machin
ery, that there may bo developed a
class of farmers, who In the posses
sion of the rich soil of that country,
with Its abundant humus and its phos
phates and other properties with
which it is so largely endowed, will
make of the country, the greatest
farming portion of the known world.
The Dominion government showed
its paternalism years ago when it es
tablished experimental farmB in Mani
toba and Saskatchewan. The benefits
of these in tho matter of practical
education have been widespread, but
the greatest benefit is to be observed
in the immediate vicinity or tnese
farms, where the occupants have
brought their holdings Into a high
state of cultivation, and year after
year sees an added value.
The Province of Manitoba Is sup
plementing this work by Its excellent
agricultural college, manned by pro
fessors of the highest standing in
their various branches. That this
work is appreciated Is shown by the
large attendance, not only of the far
mer’s sons, but by the farmer him
self and also by the sons of business
men and professors who Intend fol
lowing farming as a profession, and
that Is what It Is fast becoming.
The Province of Saskatchewan,
alive to the necessity of a higher and
a better system of farming, has In
connection with Its university an ag
ricultural college and what it is do
ing today In the matter of education
will be felt for all time to come, and
it will not be long before It will be an
easy matter to pick out the farms
manned by graduates of this college,
or the farms owned by those who
have gained from the experience
taught by their neighbor.
The same may be said of Alberta.
The university at Edmonton has a
complete agricultural college. Full
advantage of this 1b taken by hundreds
of students anxious to better their ag
ricultural knowledge, and fit them to
take hold successfully of the lands
that they expect to occupy. This
province has also added demonstra
tion farms In various parts, which are
very successful, Inasmuch as farmers
viBit them from all parts, and take ad
vantage of educating themselves for
short periods during each winter.
Dean Curtiss of Ames Agricultural
College, Iowa, says:
"We of the United States think
that we know how to get behind agri
culture and push, but the Canadians
dare to do even more than we do In
some respects. They have wonderful
faith in the future; they hesitate at no
undertaking that offers prospects of
results. More significant still Is the
wide co-operation for agricultural pro
motion, Including the government,
private Individuals and corporations
and the railroads.”
"Canadians are putting great initn
in education for tho development of
their resources—not the old education,
but vocational and technical. Prov
inces that have less than half the pop
ulation of Iowa and much less wealth
are appropriating more liberally for
colleges and schools. Manitoba, for
Instance, has in the last two years
provided about as much money for the
building of an agricultural plant as
Iowa has appropriated in half a cen
tury. It has given in two years $2,
600,000 for buildings and grounds for
its agricultural institutions.
"Saskatchewan is building a plant
for its university and agricultural col
lege on a broader and more substan
tial plan than has been applied to any
similar institution in this country. Yet
neither province has more than half a
million population.
"For public schools equally gener
ous provision is made. They are be
ing built up to give vocational and
technical training as well as cultural.
They fit the needs of the country ex
cellently and should turn out fine
types of boys and girls. They do this
with a remarkable faith in the value
of right education.
“Dean Curtiss was much interested
in the many other ways the Canadian
government aids agriculture, aside
from appropriations for educational
purposes. They are aiding in solving
marketing problems; they are encour
aging better breeding of livestock bj
buying sires and reselling them al
cost, and they are doing many othei
things of like character.
"I found that tho government is ad
vanclng from 60 to 85 per cent, ol
the money necessary to build co-opera
tive creameries and elevators,” sale
Dean Curtiss, “and it is doing it at £
low rate of Interest and on long tlm<
payments. Where cattle need bread
ing up, the government buys bulls of
dairy. Shorthorn, or special dairy
breeds and sends them in at cost prlca
and ou long time payments.” ,
The yield of grain in Western Can
ada in 1913 was excellent but not ab
normal, wheat going from 30 to 46
bushels per acre, and other small grain
with equally good averages.—Adver
tisement.
No Riddle.
"She told me to kiss her on either
cheek.”
"And yon—”
"I hesitated a long time between
them.”—Lehigh Burr.
—
Important to Mothera
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What Could He Do?
"I hate to be contradicted," she
said.
“Then I won't contradict you," he
returned.
"You don’t love me.” she asserted.
"I don’t,” he admitted.
"You are a hateful thing!" she
cried.
“I am,” he replied.
“I believe you are trying to tease
me," she said.
"I am,” he conceded.
"And you don’t love me!”
"I don’t”
For a moment she was silent
“Well,” she said at last, “I do hate
a man who's weak enough to be led
by a woman. He ought to have a
mind of his own—and strength."
He sighed. What else could he doT
Almost Too Considerate.
A corporal was drilling a stupid
squad, with whose drilling the colo
nel had Just found fault. The cor
poral said: "I tell you fellows thla
much. If you don’t do any better wa
shall drill all day, have field prao
tlce at night, bivouac afterwarda,
without fire, without cooking, without
straw and with the temperature dowm
at zero.”
"Why don’t you let It rain, tooT“
asked a voice from the ranks.
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