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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 17, 1939)
Tloyd (jMtoriL ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF! *Adventure in a, Pickle Factory” H ELLO* EVERYBODY: ' ‘ 1 Weil Sirbore’s a yarn that’s going to sound a sour j note in our a&venfufe saga. When I read it I ttfoaght of that old song,.'“Down 1% the WinegaT Woiks,” ahd I’d be Willing j to bet that place was tight next door to the$xie Where John , Maips, of Long Island, had his life’s'bfg adventure. You see, J the concern Johnworks for is one of those^outjits that catch juvenile cucurribers before they get a chanpe to,grow up, soak them in vinegar and send them out into.the wprbJ tp decorate; ham and cheese sandwiches. John hpa a job in a pickle factory. The factory is in East Northport—John’s home town— and I’m willing to admit they’ve turned out some pretty good pickles there. But if they keep on making pickles until pickles stop having warts, they’ll never turn out a tougher one than the pickle John got in, just from trying to keep the machin ery going and the pickles moving out in a steady, uninter rupted acidulous stream. ' John is a machinist at that East Northport pickle foundry, and it was on January 18, 1935, that he ran into Old Lady Ad venture. The machinery in the factory is run by a big 50-foot shaft suspended just below the ceiling. Belts running from thjs shaft furnish the power to the various machines, and on this day one of the belts had broken. John was ordered to replace that broken belt, and he went to work at it. The machinery, of course,' was stopped while he was doing the job. When be had finished he turned the power on again to see how U worked. Well, H wasn’t working so well, at! that. The pew belt was flipping. Now one way to stop a belt from slipping is to wax it. So John got a can of wax.and started! up the ladder toward ibe shaft. But this time he neglected to1 „ shut off the power. * .... Ladder Slides Out From Under Him WbeoJle Reaches Top. The machinery was still running, bpt iJuhn Uuopghf .ty; ^oujd keep; out of ” the way of those spinping wheels ^.fjn^ pulfe/s. ^Besides, 'wilting, a belt i>f a lot easier wtoeti the fngfof- Is tijrnih^ it fdr you. ^ John re^dipj^, He was dazed—bewildered—gasping—when suddenly his clothes started to rip. * ' , ^ *» | ’ 1 » I the top of the ladder and went to work. But he hqd hardly started when he lost his balance. And the, ladder went sliding out from under him! '* .. i Instinctively, John threw his body to one side—and he landed right up against the whirling shaft. The ladder went tumbling to the floor, but John didn't follow. In the few seconds while he was jammed up against that shaft it hud caught his clothing— began twisting It around and ground! , > , . In two turns the shaft had tak^en up all the slack in those dudsof John's. Then it bpgan putting on the pressure. John felt his body being squeezed until he thought his ribs would break. His chest was flattened until he couldn't breathe. He was hammered and pdtfnded against the Ceiling until he was bruised and covered with blood. And still that shaft twisted, and still it tightened the clothing around his bedy. There was no one in the room at the time, and John, couldn’t .get enough breath in his lungs to call for help. For a minute he thpught he was going to die there, alone, 15 feet from the floor and dangling in mid air* • He was dazed-bewildered—'gasping—when suddenly his clothes started to rip. Again the shaft begf»n turning, taking up the slack. It tore every stitch of clothing from his back and arm, and didn’t stop until it reached, his wrist. There the machinery began twisting the fend of his sleeve— twisting it so tightly that John thought sure it was gding to take his hand off. ‘ . , i His chest was free now of that terrible tension. He could breathe—he could even have called for help. But by that time John was too far gone to cry out. He hung dangling from the. shaft, the blood streaming down his body—conscious enough tq , know what was happening to him, but not eonselous enough to do anything about it. 1 ' ‘ - v ! It was a thought that finally saved the day. All of a sudden John thought of ids wife and child. What would they say when they learned what had happened to him. How would, they get-* along whoi) Johi| couldn’t bring home the weekly pay envelope any more? ’’That thought roused me,” John says. rtAhd then I. t must base let out a seream. 1 don’t remember crying out, but my brother, who also worked at the factory, and who was ’In the, next room, beard a yell and came running in to see what was the matter.” > • » After Last Scream, John Loses Consciousness. t, i) 11 John’s brother didn’t come a minute too soon, either. For after, tha. | last thought and that last scream he had lost consciousness. His brother j ran and shut off the power and then ran back and picked up the fallen ladder. He climbed to the top, cut John loose - with a pocket knife, and carried him down that ladder 0,1 fais back. f \ John’s brother roanded up a couple of other fellows in the faotory and they took John to a doctor. John \yas there c^uite a while before he came to again. When the doctor heard what had happened'he just •imply couldn’t see how John had managed to live through his experience , And that’s a thing John doesn't quite understand either. ”1 thought that I’d at least lose my arm,” he says, “but tho doctor I fixed it up and now It’s in good shape again. When it was! all over 1 thought I was the luckiest man ou earth. And I STILL think so.*' They’re still.making pickles out in that factory at East Northport. But it will be majiy a long day before they produce another one like that 6ne John1 got ftito.' At least, I hope it will. (Released,by Western Newspaper Union.) , * f ’_ 1_, * ‘ t _. ■> British Guiana Mines Yield Gold and Diamonds British Guiana has a total area larger than England, Scotland and Wal«s together. Yet the population Is little more than 300,000, or about two people to a square mile, except In the cities. Georgetown, the capi tal, accounts'for one-flfth 6f the en« tire colony’s inhabitants. Sugar, raised in a narrow coast al strip diked against the sea by Seventeenth century Dutch settlers, is the chi|t? product of British Gui ana. But the inland reach, penetrat ing 500 miles into the South Amer ican continent, has mineral and for est wealth practically untapped be cause of the difficulty of transpor tation. More than 2,000.000 ounces of gold and 2.000,000 carats of diamonds have been brought out of British Guiana’s jungle hinterland. Ej|> ports of bauxite ore for aluminum now rival the value of sugar ex ■ ports. But almost nothing has been I done with reported deposits of man ganese ore, oil and ihiea, because the rivers—the only lines of com munication into the mountain; of the interior—are interrupted by a sudden wall-like edge of the interior plateau, over which plunge some J the highest and most spectacular waterfalls in the world, which man has as yet had occasion to see. There are only 79 miles of rail roads in a region larger than Kan sas. The whole colony’s complex river system offers a mere 450 miles of navigable waterway. Farm Topics | BIRDS BENEFICIAL TO FARM CROPS Value of Food Habits Are Often Misjudged. ** 4 • - Some of pie birds that save mil lions in „crhps each year are still misjudged by the farmer. The beau tiful Ijlapitpore orjole has been ac cused<ft damaging grapes and gar den peas. But studies show that the, oriole’s food habits are largely 'beneficial. Caterpillars are its fa vorito fare, but it also eats quan tities of plant and bark lice, ants, wasps, grasshoppers, spiders and weevils/ Farmers who tear swallows’ nest3 fpom barn eaves are turning out their pest friends. Swallows con sume vast numbers of harmful fly ing insects and young birds in the nest often eat more insects than their’ parents. Woodpeckers are often suspected of damaging trees by their drillings Each hole drilled means that the | bird has located the larva of a de structive wood-boring insect. Wood peckers are among the most valu able forest conservationists and with theif heavy bills they get insects that other birds can not get. Fruit raisers often look on robins as enemies because of the robin's appetite for cherries, yet robins con sume insects harmful to fruit crops throughout the year, and only during June apd JPly do they eat cultivated truft to any extent. One good way lb kfebp robins out of the orchards is to plant mulberry trees near-by Mulberries ripen at the same time as cbyrries and the birds prefer Jthein 19 qUier fruits. Bull’s Pedigree, Looks, v Poor Guides for Buyer 'Dhirymefi who pick a bull only by his pedigree and appearance pick a good bull only one time out of three, but those who use proved sjre records as a basis for selecting herd strps choose a good bull three tjmes out of four, says Dr. J. F Kcndfick of the United States bu reau* of dairy industry. These con clusions are based upon numerous records of breeding activities in dairy herd-improvement associa tions. An example of n dairyman who depended only on pedigree and looks is cited by Dr. Kendrick. In 1925 the cows in his herd were aver aging 320 pounds of butterfat a year.' A new bull was purchased. Four1- years later the average herd production had been boosted to 354 ppunps pf fat for each cow. An other sire was added to the herd, chosen by the same method as the first. At the end of another four years the average herd production had dropped to 316 pounds. A third bull has not boosted the production average. Without proved sire rec opds as a guide this dairyman picked only one good bull out of three. / v Hog Mixture A well-balanced grain ration and gootj legume pasture will bring the pigs through in fine condition after weaning. A grain mixture of 80 pounds corn, 80 pounds oats, 12 pounds tankage, 10 pounds soybean oil meal, 8 pounds cottonseed meal, 6 pounds alfalfa meal, and 4 pounds of minerals is recommended. The amount of oats in the mixture is gradually reduced as the pigs get older and replaced with corn until "All bats have been removed. The a;lfa^fa meal can be left out if the pigs *have good legume pasture. ,/ Getting the pigs started right and keeping them growing is the for mula for success ih hog raising. Farm Purchases Last year the federal land banks and the land bank commissioner made mdre than 6,000 loans to finance the purchase of farms. Loans averaged $3,000 to $4,060 each. They are limited to $7,500 and can betas-high as three-fourths of the value of the property. Borrowers arq, required to have experience, equipment and sufficient savings to finance at least one-fourth of the purchase. Isolate New Animals New farm animals should not be allowed to mingle with the home stock, but should be isolated for sev eral weeks, authorities of the Amer ican Foundation for Animal Health declare. This will allow time for dormnht'diseases to manifest them selves and will prevent the spread of such diseases to other stock on the farm. • Manure Important Barnyard manure should be well cared for. Use plenty of straw to soak up the liquid part and protect the pile from the weather and heavy drainage. Of the 10 pounds of ni trogen contained in a ton of average farm manure, about one-half is in the liquid, and is in such chemical combinatioh that it is as easily lost by exposure to the air, with freezing or drying, as free ammonia would be. Neglecting care of manure is a common farm error. DUDE RANCH By VIC YARDMAN (Released by Associated Newspapers WNU Service.) WHEN word was received that The Wolf had escaped from the state penitentiary and was headed toward the Cactus Thorn, Gall Winslow was quite overcome with delight. “Just think,” she exclaimed to Jeff, her brother, "we may see him! A real live desperado! Why. it will be the first really exciting thing that’s hap pened since we came West to op erate our dude ranch. Jeff, I’m thrilled to death!” “It won’t be so thrilling,” Jeff told her. "if The Wolf does choose this locality as a hideout. He’ll have to eat, and our ranch is the only habitation within miles. He’s a bad one, that bird. Besides,” he added, “let’s get to work. We’ve guests arriving on the 11 o’clock train!” “Perfect!” said Gail. “What do you mean, ‘perfect’?” Jeff asked. “Why, Jeff, don’t you see? That’s why, up to now, we haven’t made a go of this place. I mean, because we haven’t been able to offer the dudes who come here anything in the way of real western atmosphere or excitement. And that's what they think they’re paying for. And, Jeff, now we can give it to them. Some thing real! Something alive!” Jeff looked disgusted. “I think,” he said, “you must be cracked. That Wolf guy is a killer. If he turns up at the Cactus Thorn— and it’s more than likely he will be cause the sheriff’s got the rest of the county pretty well covered—he’ll mean business. And unless we pro duce what he asks for—well, he’s a killer.” Jeff picked up his hat and went out. Left alone, Gail went about the business of setting the house to rights in an abstracted manner. She didn’t believe that Jeff knew what he was talking about when he declared that The Wolf might show up at the Cactus Thorn. No man with a posse on his trail would be fool enough to try robbing a ranch— not, at least, until the excitement of his escape had subsided somewhat. Thinking thus in terms of logic, Gail grew depressed. If The Wolf remained in hiding there’d be no excitement for the guests who were arriving, and if there were no excitement — she sighed and went to the window to scrutinize the horseman whose ap proach could be heard behind the bunkhouse. A moment later the rider came into view and Gail felt her pulse quicken. It was Bill Sherwood, sherifT of Cactus county. Bill came in, slapping the dust from his jeans and grinning. “ 'Lo, Gail. Been cruising around in the hopes of picking up The Wolf’s trail. Thdught I’d drop by for a glass of milk and a cookie. Mind?” “Not at all. Bill.” Gail fetched a pitcher of milk and a plate of cook ies, and while Bill was eating she sat down opposite him. “Bill,” she said, “I’ve just had an idea. It came to me when I saw you riding up. It’s about The Wolf!” Bill looked up in surprise, but went on eating. And Gail said: “Bill, we have a bunch of dudes coming on the 11 o’clock. And, like all easterners, they want atmosphere and excite ment. So far we’ve lost a lot of business because we can’t provide that atmosphere. And, Bill, if this bunch runs out on us we’re licked. We’ll have to quit.” “Well?” said Bill, biting into an other cookie. “Well,” Gail went on, “if you’ll help, Bill, we can provide that at mosphere in good style. Listen, Bill, you and I know that The Wolf won’t come snooping around this ranch while his trail’s so hot. But he’s reported out this way, and if you make this your headquarters your chances of catching him and collect ing the reward are as good as any. I’ll tell our guests that there’s dan ger and you’re staying here to pro tect them. That’ll be a thrill, and possibly we could stage a chase or something—” It took a lot of argument, but eventually Gail won. She always won where Bill was concerned, because she was young and pretty and Bill was young, too —and often dropped in at the Cac tus Thorn for other reasons than to eat cookies. When Jeff arrived with the guests, four women and three men, the stage was all set. Gail, an anxious look on her face and with a warning glance at Jeff, greeted them with: “Oh, I’m so relieved it’s you and the guests, Jeff. When Bill and I heard the horses, I was sure it must be The Wolf.” “What’s Bill doing here?” Jeff wanted to know. And then, with many meaning glances toward her brother, Gail told a harrowing tale of The Wolf’s escape and the probability of his being in hiding in the vicinity of the Cactus Thorn, and his likelihood of visiting the ranch. When she had finished, one of the women dudes, a Mrs. Barclay, let out a shriek and declared that she didn’t intend to stay in a house where she might be murdered in bed. She was leaving that minute! And she was so em phatic about It that two of the other women, young girls, and one of the men, thought that perhaps they’d leave, too. For a minute it began to look as though Gail had overdone the thing. Then one of the other men, a youth who said his name was Sam Smith, stepped forward and said that was silly. There wasn’t any danger with Sheriff Bill on the job. Whereupon Sheriff Bill came to the front and declared that it would be dangerous leaving the ranch without an escort; in fact, Deputy Marshal Curtiss had ordered him not to permit strangers to ride out alone, if it could be helped. Thus finding themselves between two fires, Mrs. Barclay and the oth ers decided to stay, and the day was saved. Jeff put up a big complaint when later he got Gail alone, but Gail was too excited with the success of her plan (and with the good looks of the young man named Sam Smith) even to listen. In fact, it was her in terest in Mr. Smith that raised hav oc with the whole scheme. Sheriff Bill Sherwood contracted a touch of jealousy. Three days after the dudes’ ar rival—just when they were begin ning to enjoy the thrill of it all— he kicked over the traces. “I’m leaving,” he growled. “It’s a waste of time, me staying here. The Wolf’s probably a million miles away. I'm through.” “But, Bill,” Gail pleaded. “You can’t leave! If you do, our guests will leave, too, and — and then where’ll we be?” “Smith won’t leave,” said Bill ug lily. “So that s it? You re jealous! Oh, Bill Sherwood, I think you're— you’re terrible! I hate you!” And that might have brought dis aster to the whole plan, except for the timely arrival of Deputy Mar shall Curtiss. Curtiss, brandishing a pair of six guns, burst in on them that night about supper time, with a posse of 30 men. “All right,” he said, jabbing one of the guns under Mr. Smith’s nose. “Come along. Wolf! You’ve been posing as a dude long enough!” And, of course, those few words changed disaster into success. Smith was taken away. There was no longer any danger, because The Wolf had been captured and therefore the guests decided to stay on anyhow, and they were greatly thrilled at having been liv ing under the same roof with a real desperado, hence happy and con tented and satisfied with the atmos phere and excitement which the Cactus Thorn had afforded. And Sheriff Bill, no longer with a rival in the field, did a neat job of apologizing to Gail and convincing her that she should marry him— which, incidentally, she had planned to do anyhow, but didn’t think it ad visable to apprise Bill of that fact. Jeff was the only one left out in the cold. But, then, Jeff had taken a keen fancy to one of the younger female guests—so there you are! Old Gas Wells Used For Storage Tanks A new use for old gas wells has been found. A steel company is using the practically exhausted Mc Keespdrt, Pa., natural gas field as a storage tank for the by-product gas produced at its coke works. The company had a problem on its hands to find adequate storage space for between fifty and sixty million cubic feet of gas which was produced dur ing week-ends in excess of demands. A tank to hold 15,000.000 cubic feet would have cost $1,000,000, would furnish only a quarter of the capa city needed. A company official hit upon the idea of using the under ground space from which natural gas had been drawn for many years and which was now so far deplet ed that a vacuum pump was needed to get additional supplies. The rights to the field could be purchased for less than the cost of a single tank. All wells which had been drawing gas from the field were securely closed and the gas from the coke ovens was pumped in under high pressure and drawn off as needed. In a short time the underground reservoir became filled and showed a pressure of nine pounds. Every additional 10,000,000 cubic feet raised the pressure one pound. Pressures up to 65 pounds have been produced when about 600,000,000 cu- ! bic feet were stored. An interesting observation made by the engineers is that they can draw out of the underground reser- | voir 10 per cent more gas than they put in. This comes from the gas that is slowly released from the | buried sands. The space in which the gas is stored is not an open i cavern, but a bed of porous sand about two miles long and one mile wide. The original natural gas was stored in the spaces between the grains of sand and it is this same pore space that is now being used for storage purposes. Indians Smooth Checked The beard of the American Indian, like that of the oriental, is naturally very sparse. Most male Indians would have a slight mustache and some beard on the chin if they per mitted them to grow. Francis Park man says when he was among the Sioux he “made careful use of the razor, an operation which no man will neglect who desires to gain the good opinion of Indians.” When Fa ther Gamier, the French missionary among the Hurons, showed the In dians a picture of the Savior the sight of the beard threw them into convulsions of laughter. Alex Finds It Smooth Going! Barrel jumpers usually play safe with papier mache dummies. But Alex Hurd, Olympic record holder and jumping star of the Sun Valley Ice Show at the New York World’s Fair, shows his self confi dence by leaping over steel drums full of Quaker State motor oil.—Adv. HOWto SEW rutss2ryseth /V N IMPORTANT speaker was scheduled, and the club rooms were looking rather shabby. The decorating committee reported that formal draperies would lend an air of distinction. The funds wouldn’t stretch and the-commit tee wouldn’t give up. Finally, ev ery cent was put into material. Sewing machines hummed and here is a sketch of the miracle that was wrought. Here also are the dimensions that were used for making patterns for the graceful valance sections which were fas tened over rods with snaps. For the looped section, cut pa per 18 inches deep and half as wide as the window measured over the frame. From the upper right corner to point A is half of the window width less two inches. Point B is 6 inches below the up per left corner. Draw a diagonal line from A to B, and a curve from B to the lower right cor Cutwork That Turns Linens to Treasures Pattern 0331 Here’s your chance to own beau tiful linens without any trouble at all! Outwork’s easy to do, you know—it’s just buttonhole stitch (there’s just a touch of other stitchery). Such a variety of floral motifs too. Get busy on a tea cloth, scarf or towel. These de signs are stunning on natural linen or soft pastel shades with stitch ery in white or the matching color. Pattern 6331 contains a transfer pattern of 16 motifs ranging from 3 Vi by 3 Vi inches to 4V£ by 15 inches; materials needed; color schemes. To obtain this pattern, send 15 cents in coins to The Sewing Cir cle, Household Arts Dept., 259 W. 14th St., New York, N. Y. Please write your name, ad dress and pattern number plainly. ner. Place the edge marked C on a fold of the goods. The diagonal ends are pleated and stitched into a band as at D. For the end pieces, cut paper 15 inches wide and 24 inches deep. E is 3 inches below the upper left corner. F is 9 inches in from the upper right corner. G is 6 inches down from the upper right corner. Finish the top as at H. The offer of the two 25-cent sew ing books containing 96 HOW TO SEW articles that have not ap peared in the paper will be with drawn soon. 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