This Started With
An Old Car Seat
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
WE KNOW what becomes of
old automobiles for their
graveyards are all too obvious.
But how about that backseat cush
ion with springs almost as good
as new? The sketch shows what
became of one such seat.
It was padded out at the ends
to make the back the same length
as the front. Extra padding was
• also used on the top to make it
smooth. A simple base with a
back and wings was made of one
inch boards, to fit the seat. Next,
came the cretonne slip-cover for
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the wings and back of the seat.
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Strange Facts
1 Continuous Growth I
Versatile Products
* Mail Must Go On! *
Although most creatures have s
definite growth limit, others con
tinue to increase in size as long
as they live, among them being
trees, fish, oysters, clams,
shrimps, crabs and lobsters.
Products of the farm have more
than 400 nonfood uses in industry.
For example, corn is used in mak
ing adhesives, potatoes in laundry
starch, soybeans in plastics, cattle
grease in antifreeze mixtures,
grape-seed oil in soaps, buttermilk
in paints, and eggs in leather
dressing processes.
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In many Japanese bedrooms the
compass points are painted on the
floor. Few Japanese will sleep
with the head pointing north, the
position in which they are buried.
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Although the transatlantic clip
pers are built to carry 3,000
pounds of mail, they have trans
ported 4,300 pounds, or 140,000 let
ters and packages. Incidentally,
a clipper must carry all mail
given to it by the post office de
partment, even if it has to cancel
all passenger bookings.—Collier’s.
Pull the Trigger on
Lazy Bowels, and Also
Pepsin-ize Stomach!
When constipation brings on acid indi
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tongue, sour taste, and bad breath, your
stomach is probably loaded up with cer
tain undigested food and yeur bowels don’t
move. So you need both Pepsin to help
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your stomach, and Laxative Senna to pull
the trigger on those lazy bowels. So be
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Take Dr. Caldwell’s Laxative, because its
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power of Pepsin to dissolve those lumps of
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that 6tomach discomfort, too. Even fin
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druggist today!
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CHAPTER VII—Continued
“But let’s not talk Turkish poli
tics. I hear nothing else all day.
Let’s go to a cafe chantant,” sug
gested Banbury.
"Anything to get my mind off my
troubles,” replied Jebb.
The admission was only two pi
astres or ten cents apiece. The price
seemed small till the musicians be
gan, then it seemed excessive.
Banbury chose a table and the
waiter brought them coffee. Ban
bury rejected it with horror and
ordered Scotch and soda, in which
Jebb begged to be excused from
joining him.
At a table in front of him. Jebb
noticed a fat neck and short, bristly
poll of distinctly French extraction.
Eventually their owner turned his
face, glanced at Jebb, stared, turned
away, turned back, looked uneasy,
angry, pugnacious, puzzled.
Jebb wondered what ailed the
man. He was sure he had never
seen him before. At length the
stranger rose and left the hall, and
Jebb gave his soul to the Miserere
from ‘‘II Trovatore."
He was absorbed so deeply in the
music that he failed to notice at
first the arrival of a police officer
who spoke deferentially to Banbury.
Banbury was melting sympathet
ically under the influence of Scotch
and Verdi, but he was instant with
an Englishman’s rage at any inva
sion of his privacy.
Jebb turned in surprise and found
the Turkish officer regarding him
with a piercing scrutiny, which Jebb
answered with the clear-eyed inno
cence of Ignorance. He caught a
word here and there and gleaned
that the conversation had to do with
a French hotelkeeper named Moosoo
Carolet, some other person named
Pierpont, and an unpaid bill.
Banbury grew more and more fu
rious as he thundered Turkish with
a curious British intonation. The of
ficer grew more and more humble
and finally withdrew in confusion
with much apology and many a sa
laam.
When he had gone, Banbury said.
“This is the most ghastly country
In God’s world. What do you sup
pose that jackass of a policeman
wanted? It would be no end funny if
it weren’t so disgustingly imperti
nent It seems that some silly ass
of a French hotelkeeper here had a
guest who lived very royally for a
few days then skipped without stop
ping to pay the shot. This jacka
napes sees you and thinks you are
Pierpont. He goes to the police and
orders your arrest. The officer came
to me with apologies for throwing a
friend of mine into a dungeon as a
common thief, but I sent him about
his business."
“That’s mighty nice of you.”
“Don’t think any more about it.
Have another cigar and a cup of
coffee, and let us hope that soprano
is really not so unhappy as she
sounds.”
"By the way, what was the name
of the hotel?”
“The Grand Hotel de—something
or other. I don’t remember. Don’t
think of it again, I beg you.”
But Jebb thought of it without rest.
At length Banbury rose impatiently.
The Scotch had made him drowsy,
but he blamed the Italian music.
“I can’t stand any more of this
caterwaul, can you? What do you
say to our getting out? I’ll drop you
at your hotel, eh?”
“Thank you, I think I’ll see it
through.”
"Very well, I’ll wait if you want
to.”
“Please don’t let me keep you.”
It took much delicate manage
ment, but Banbury was very, very
sleepy and at last permitted Jebb to
bid him good-night. As soon as he
was out of the building, Jebb rose
and searched for the policeman. He
yf/as greeted with profound courtesy.
Jebb had been mulling the affair
over in his head, and he was able to
ask in intelligible if inelegant Turk
ish:
"Will you please tell me the name
of the hotel kept by Musu Carolet?”
“The Grand Hotel de 1’Europe, ef
fendim. He is a dog of a fool to
have suspected you.”
Jebb bowed and murmured:
"Good-night,” and the official an
swered, "You are welcome."
Jebb sauntered carelessly out of
the cafe and, calling an araba, said:
"Grand Hotel de 1’Europe."
Arriving there he told the arabaji
to wait. He found the office alight
and M. Carolet talking excitedly to
a lady who was presumably Mme.
Carolet.
Jebb had rehearsed his French in
the cab, and he began smoothly:
"Monsieur thought I had rested
at his hotel, Is it not?"
"I was sure of it, monsieur. You
look most like that miserable pig
dog of a Pierpont. I see now that
you are not the man—he was much
thinner and not at all like you. I
apologize humbly."
"When was Mr. Pierpont here?”
"It was two weeks, monsieur. He
arrives in state. He seems to have
a little too much of the gin or the
wiskee, but we others always ex
pect that from the English and
Americans. He orders the best room
in the house, the best food, and he
drinks much of the wiskee. Then
one day—his room is empty. He
does not come back."
‘‘How much was his bill?”
"Five pounds Turkish."
"Is it that he left of the baggage?"
"No, monsieur. He brought noth
ing with him. He said he expected
his yacht to come for him. He
bought fresh linen here in the shops
and threw the old away."
Jebb smiled sadlv. The portrait
sounded familiar.
"Did Mr. Pierpont register?”
"Yes, monsieur.”
"May I see the signature?”
“But yes, monsieur."
Mme. Carolet whisked the little
book from a drawer and Jebb recog
nized his own writing with a conflict
of relief and shame. The name was
Vanderbilt Pierpont, but the hand
was the hand of Jebb.
"One more question. Is it that
Mr. Pierpont had a child with him—
a little girl?”
"No, monsieur, not one.”
"From what city was he come?"
“That he did not say, monsieur,
and he had not of the baggage, mon
And so be set forth on his 24
hour journey to Constantinople.
sieur. He talked very little and his
tongue was a little thick.”
"I will pay his bill.”
"Nom de Dieu, you will pay the
bill! But why should monsieur pay
the bill of that gentleman?”
“It is my whim. He was an Amer
ican. I am an American. For the
honor of the country—but if you
would prefer not, I will not pay the
bill.”
‘‘Oh, monsieur, I do not question
you. I thank you.”
He paid the bill and went back to
the cab. He had found a clew to
himself at last. So the devil in
him had taken the name of Vander
bilt Pierpont, and talked large and
lived high.
But having found his alias, how
was he to retrace his route? Long
after midnight he sat in his room
pounding his forehead with his fist
to beat out an idea, and finally one
came like a spark from a smitten
anvil.
“The teskere!”
He could hardly endure the delay
till morning, and he was waiting at
the station when the fat recorder of
passports waddled in and squeezed
into his chair.
And at length after much delay he
unearthed the document.
“Yes, effendim, here is the per
mission for V. Pierpont Effendi to
travel from Constantinople into the
interior. It carries the visa of Salon
ica in the writing of my assistant.
I was absent that day.”
“May I ask the date, and the
name of the man who issued the
teskere.”
The recorder held it out for him
to see, and Jebb wrote down the
name of the official and his address
in Constantinople He could hardly
control his excitement as he said:
“One more question, effendim,
when is the next train to Constanti
nople? Shall I have time to go back
to my hotel before it leaves?"
“I think so, effendim.” smiled the
Turk, shaking like a vat of jelly:
“the train to Constantinople runs
three times every week, and the
next train leaves tomorrow."
Another twenty-four hours of inac
tion! It seemed that he could not
tolerate the delay. He was finished
with Salonica, so impatient to be
quit of it that he was tempted to set
out for Constantinople on foot. He
actually climbed the steep hillside,
through the Turkish quarter.
Young girls hung about the foun
tains filling their jugs, and a dozen
times Jebb saw some profile, some
little form that suggested Cynthia,
But he was all too well assured that
she was not in Salonica.
He kept walking and late in the
afternoon he reached the southern
limits of the city, where houses were
few and fields broad. In the dis
tance he saw a splendid palace in a
great garden surrounded by a high
wall. He skirted the edges and con
tinued on his way till it began to
grow dark. Seeing that the sunset
was purpling Mt. Olympus and that
night would soon be upon him. he
turned back.
He was startled by distant cries.
He kaw people running here and
there. Suddenly a little veiled fig
ure came out of the twilight and
the shrubbery close to him. Jebb
thought that some poor Turkish wife
was fleeing from murder or perse
cution. He determined to offer her
his protection. He ran towards her
shouting in English. As he came up
the little veiled figure drew two re
volvers and fired at him.
The bullets whirred past his ears.
He would have been glad to retreat
but his impetus carried him for
ward, and it was momentum rather
than any foolhardy bravery that led
him to leap at the murderous lady
and wrestle with her for her revolv
ers, which continued to spit fire in
a very feminine way and fortunately
with feminine aim.
In the highly indecorous wrestle
for life, the fugitive’s thick yash
mak was tom loose, and Jebb saw
to his infinite amazement that the
little lady wore a heavy beard, and
was a little old man.
The captive kept uttering violent
things in a violent way; then he be
gan to plead shrilly. But Jebb had
lost his Turkish along with his
breath and his patience; and he sim
ply held his prisoner fast, till the
pursuers arrived. They gazed with
awe at the scene, pouring forth hor
rified sentences in which Jebb
caught the word "Padishah!”
He nearly swooned as it came over
him that the little old gentleman
in the disheveled ferije and veil was
no less—and no more—than Abdul
Hamid I.
Each of the breathless pursuers
laid hold on the royal captive, till
he looked as many-limbed as the
spider he had been always called.
Turning to Jebb, the Turks, with
such hands as were free, lifted the
imaginary dust of homage to their
breasts and brows.
Then in a cloud of real dust a
mounted officer thundered up. He
insisted that he was the dust under
Jebb’s feet, and introduced himself
as Raouf Bey, a cavalry colonel or
Miralay detailed as the guardian of
the Sultan.
When the Allatini villa was
reached and the Sultan snugly re
stored to his nest, Raouf invited
Jebb to enter the carriage with him.
and returned him to his hotel in
state.
That night he was the guest at
dinner of a group of Young Turkish
leaders. The dinner was given in
the home, the selamlik, of the
wealthy Chekub Pasha. It was a
stately affair—a procession of lux
uries.
At Jebb’s request Cranford Ban
bury was asked to attend as inter
preter, though there was little need
of him in this respect, since all of
the Young Turks spoke French and
German and some of them English.
After a long and flowery speech
by a white-bearded Young Turk, who
had spent part of his years in pris
on and part in exile, Jebb turned to
Banbury with an anxious whisper:
"I didn’t quite understand what
he said last.”
Banbury whispered back: ‘‘They
want you to name some reward for
your wonderful et cetera, et cetera.
What would you like most, my boy?
—the diamond star of the order of
Nishani Osmanee, or a silver medal
for saving life?—or will you have it
in cash?"
Jebb did not hesitate about his an- I
swer:
“Tell them about the lost child
and ask them if they can give me
any help.” Banbury drawled forth
a long story, which seemed to touch
the guests deeply, for when he fin
ished they all spoke at once, and
Cranford explained:
“They promise you the aid of the
whole nation, and say that nobody In
Turkey shall feel himself too high
or too busy to join in the search."
At the station, the next day, the
Young Turk leaders gathered to
wave him good luck, and as the
train pulled out he heard them cry
ing:
“Jebb EfTendi, chok yasha! Jebb
EfTendi chok yasha!" And some who
knew he understood French cried:
“Vive le Monsieur Jebb.”
And so he set forth on his 24-hour
journey to Constantinople and puffed
at his cigar with his first genuine
contentment, for he shuffled in his
hands a sheaf of buyuruldus, let
ters of commendation to some of
the chief personages of the empire.
CHAPTER VIII
The train was only six hours late,
so that instead of arriving in the
early morning light Jebb came In
the full glow of the afternoon.
What chiefly overwhelmed Jebb
as he rode through the streets in an
araba, was the hugeness of the city
—as large as ten Salonlcas or fifty
Uskubs—as large as if Boston, San
Francisco, and St. Louis faced each
other in one mass.
There were European hats enough
in the crowd, but they were worn
by foreigners. Some of the hats
were so American that Jebb looked
under them, counting on finding a
face he knew. It seemed impossible
that such a melee should not include
some acquaintance of his.
A derby hat unmistakably Ameri
can caught his eye and he turned to
stare at it. At the same instant he
heard a voice behind him, almost at
his elbow.
“Hello, old man!—how’s electrici
ty?"
Jebb whirled so quickly that he
nearly sprained his neck. He caught
an over-the-shoulder grin and heard
a Yankee chuckle. He could not re
call the face or the voice, but the
race was plainly his own.
The fellow-countryman moved on
through the crowd. Jebb stood up
to identify him, but saw only a
glimpse of red hair. He was tempt
ed to leap out and go in search. But
a hamal carrying two huge barrels
on his shoulders drifted between,
and hid the wayfarer from sight.
Jebb sank back in the araba, cudg
eling his memory.
Why did he mention electricity?
The next morning Jebb visited the
American Consulate. But when he
reached the consulate it was desert
ed. He was tempted to forswear his
allegiance and become another Man
Without a Country. But there was
a gorgeous kavass at the door, who
explained that the whole staff was
away for a holiday.
With splendid condescension, the
kavass observed:
“Thees afternoon comes back one
of the officers, Meester Rosen Ef
fendi. He has some work to be
did. If you are here again three—
four o’clock you find him I theenk.”
To kill time Jebb went on along
the Grande Rue de Pera to Janni’s
restaurant, dawdled through his
luncheon, and strolled about its gar
dens.
Dismounting before the consulate
at three o’clock, Jebb was greeted
by the kavass with the deference
of expectancy and with palm open
for baksheesh. Mr. Rosen was at
his desk, preparing some trade re
ports, but he consented to see Jebb.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Britain’s Little Owl Is Not in Criminal Class
About 40 years ago a number of
little owls were liberated in this
country, writes Oliver G. Pike, F.
Z. S., in London Tit-Bits Maga
zine. Before this the bird had been
rare, but those introduced thrived
and spread to almost every English
county.
The little owl is now so well estab
lished that it would be difficult to
get rid of it, but for years a con
troversy has raged around this bird,
some saying it is harmful, others
that it does more good than harm.
The British Trust for Ornithology
undertook the task of discovering
the actual food on which the birds
feed. Specimens were obtained
from all over the country and their
gizzards were examined, as well
as cast-up pellets, and nest and
larder remains. It is fairly easy
to tell the kind of food birds of
prey are collecting by examining
the pellets of the undigested portions
which are cast up through the beak.
It was uncertain if the remains of
very small chicks would show in the
pellets, so several little owls in cap
tivity were given chicks, and it was
found that the beaks and down were
very conspicuous.
Problems to be solved were: Is
the little owl a menace to our useful
insecting-eating birds; is it a danger
to game and poultry; does it kill
birds and leave them to decay to
attract carrion beetles?
If the body of a bird or mammal
is left on the ground in summer,
the burying beetles soon discover
it. All owls are fond of beetles
and it has been suggested that these
cunning small owls kill and hide
animals to attract the beetles, but
there is no evidence to support the
theory. Among all the material col
lected there were only the remains
of 75 burying beetles.
The inquiry showed that the birds
eaten consisted of starlings, house
sparrows, blackbirds and song
thrushes; all the material collected
yielded only one pheasant chick,
and although there were poultry
chicks, all were taken from one
farm where dead chickens had
been placed on the tops of poultry
houses. Of 51 gizzards examined, 44
contained insects, 16 rodents, and
only seven had traces of birds.
Five species of insects were found
in enormous quantities, including
the daddy longlegs, earwig end
cockchafer.
Farm
Topics
GOOD DAIRY COW
PAYS ITS ‘BOARD’
High Producing Animals
Prove More Profitable.
By ELMER J. MEADOWS
One dairy cow that produces 545
pounds of butterfat a year will re
turn as much money above feed
cost as two cows that produce 350
pounds, or more than 13 cows that
average 152 pounds of butterfat an
nually. That’s what experiments at
the Colorado State college indicate,
says Elmer J. Meadows.
One 545-pound cow will return $108
above feed cost during a year, ac
cording to figures Meadows has
compiled from actual experience.
This figure is based on butterfat sell
ing at 40 cents a pound.
Two cows each producing 350
pounds of butterfat a year will re
turn only $4 a year more above the
feed cost than the 545-pound cow
and will cost $168 to feed, compared
to $110, the feed cost of the large
producer. Thirteen 152-pound cows
will return $101.40 above feed cost
during a year, and it will cost $689
to feed them.
If the extra labor required to milk
and care for 13 cows producing 152
pounds of butterfat each compared
to 2 producing 350 pounds each, is
figured, it would further emphasize
the necessity of keeping and breed
ing only cows with the ability to
produce large amounts of milk and
butterfat.
And so the question evolves—
“Why not take a few cows that pro
duce at least 350 pounds of fat a
year rather than a whole corralful of
the 152-pound group that produces
only about 20 pounds less than the
average dairy cow in the United
States?"
Skim Milk Used in
Making of 4Wool9
It has long been a wonder to many
that when a black cow ate green
grass it gave yellow milk, but it’s
even more of a wonder nowadays
when a chemist takes the skim milk
and makes wool out of it. The
chemists extract the casein, soften
it in water, and dissolve the result
ant compound in a solution of caus
tic alkali. It becomes a thick, sticky
mass.
After working into the proper con
sistency by aging and adding other
liquids the mixture is forced through
a spinneret, hardened, and it is
ready to be spun.
The cost of the finished product
will be about 50 cents a pound when
put on a commercial basis. It may
be used in preparing garments for
persons allergic to natural wool and
for other uses in which natural prod
ucts have been undesirable.
Population Is Shifting
From Cities to Farms
It has been apparent for some
time that the population trend is
away from the cities and toward the
farm. Now the fact seems to be
officially proved by the advance try
out in the 1940 federal census. Two
counties in Indiana were selected
by the government for the prelim
inary count. The first figures have
been released, showing that while
St. Joseph county has gained some
what in its rural areas, the two
principal cities, South Bend and
Mishawaka, have decreased by a
few thousand. The difference was
slighter in the case of Marshall
county and its county seat, Plym
outh. The town gained a little, but
the county gained more. These are
only two small straws, of course, but
they show which way the wind is
blowing and the fact is significant
after a long period when the "drift
to the cities” was regarded as a se
rious social problem.
Farm Notes
In blocking a gate against hogs,
swinging the foot back and forth is
more effective in keeping the ani
mals back than waving the arms.
• • •
Corn and sorghum silage may both
be successfully fed to sheep, but the
quality must be good. Moldy or
spoiled silage will often cause colic,
scours and other digestive ailments.
Whitewashing the walls in poultry
houses where artificial light is be
ing used will aid much in spread
ing the light over the roots, as
well as on the floor and feed hop
pers.
• • •
Bots in norses may be controlled
by washing the horse’s legs with a
2 per cent cresol solution when the
weather is freezing, and having the
veterinarian give carbon disulphide
capsules a month later.
• * •
The place to fight a gully is at the
top of the slope. Ever notice how a
gully forms at the foot of the slope
and eats its way upward? Ever try
to ‘‘doctor” a gully at the foot of
the slope by filling it with trash or
a brush dam? It washes out with
each hard rain.
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The Patriot
Vocalist—Oh, doctor, I’ve lost my
voice. Do you think you could get it
back for me?
Doctor—V'e* I could—but my coun
try comes first.
“Skating is the ideal exercise
for the girl who wants to slim,"
says a writer. It will certainly
get her weight down.
The Diplomat
“Why is that woman so nice to
the hotel clerk?"
“He’s written ’Suite Seventeen’
opposite her name in the hotel
register."
Signals Mixed
First Scrubwoman—She wants
me to have a finger in the pie,
but I smelt a rat an’ nipped it in
the bud.
Second—My, Mrs. Harris, how
you mix your semaphores.
WOMEN1 Relieve “Trying Days”
by taking Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Pre
scription over a period of time. Helps
build physical resistance by improving
nutritional assimulation.—Adv.
That Which Reigns
At 20 years of age the will
reigns; at 30, the wit; and at 40,
the judgment.—Gratian.
Does your throat feat
prickly when you swallow
— due to a cold? Benefit
from Luden’s special for
mula. Contains cooling
menthol that helps bring
quick relief. Don't suffer
another second. Oet
Luden’s for that "sand
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