Vaniihed Men
By GEORGE MARSH U
INSTALLMENT FIVE
THE STORV SO FAB: Bound for the
Chlbougamau cold country, six men lost
their Uves on the Nottaway river. Red
Malone, Garrett Finlay, brother of one
of the six, and Blaise, half-breed cuide,
arrive at Nottaway posing as surveyors.
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Finlay is told that the six men were
not drowned as reported. Suspicion pre
vails that Isidore, rich fur man, has
made a cold strike and aims to keep
prospectors out of the country at any
cost. The three men start out on the
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Nottaway, despite warnings. On Iks
third day out they are ambushed from
shore. They escape serious Injury and
•tart for the Hudson's Bay post. Finlay
and Malone visit Isadore and meet Lise,
his pretty stepdaughter,
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The trader led his guests into a
large living room the floor of which
was strewn with moose, caribou
and bear-skin rugs. Two hundred
miles from the railroad the trader
lived in comfort "So you're sur
veying the lakes?” he began. "I sup
pose that will take you all sum
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mer.
"Almost,” Garry answered, his
thoughts with the girl. “But we
have the lower Nottaway to finish
before joining our party at Rupert.”
"Lucky you’re not mapping the
big rivers that feed this chain of
lakes! You’d need canoe men—In
dians.”
"We left the best white-water man
in Canada out there on the island
but we’d need more than Indians,”
said Finlay pointedly, "we’d need
luck." .
"Oh, you have a man with you?”
"Yes.” So you thought Blaise was
& killed on the river, did you? sur
mised Finlay. Then he said: “I
judge from the buoys you use planes
here.”
There was a shadow of annoyance
in the other’s baffling eyes. “I have
to hire a plane from Quebec to
bring the girls in and out. They
don’t like the river. I can’t get
them to winter here. It makes it
pretty lonely."
Shortly a Montagnais girl ap
peared at the door and nodded.
There was laughter outside and Isa
dore’s wife and step-daughter en
tered the large room at one end of
which a table was set.
"Hope you won’t mind if we dolled
up and powdered our noses!” bub
bled Corinne Isadore. "It’s an event
to have guests and—such guests!”
Isadore disappeared and returned
with a cocktail pitcher and glasses.
The two guests watched him close
ly as he filled the glasses with mar
tinis and passed them^ Finlay gave
the “Okay” signal to the question
ing eyes of Malone as he lifted his
glass.
"To our charming hostess!" he
said, holding his glass at his lips
until Isadore and Corinne had start
ed to drink. He watched Lise close
ly as she placed her half-emptied
glass on the table.
, “What’s making her so nervous?”
I he wondered. “On the surface she
seems too decent to be the step
daughter of this buccaneer.”
Garry caught the trader studying
the bulge in Red’s coat caused by
the .45 in his hip holster as he
bent over the effervescent Corinne.
“That’s sudden death, Isadore," he
reflected, “if you’re so foolish as to
try to pull anything tonight—sudden
death! Watch your step!”
There was red-fleshed sturgeon
and roast ptarmigan and the hun
gry men did honor to the half-breed
cook. When the Montagnais girl
brought in bottles of red Bordeaux,
Garry gave Malone the "okay” sig
nal by rubbing his left ear. “So far,
so good, mine host!" Garry men
tally applauded. “The wine may
make your ladies talk.”
It was evident that Corinne Isa
dore was making a night of it. She
was mercilessly flashing her black
eyes at the russet-haired giant, blow
ing cigarette smoke in his face and
greeting his low-pitched conversa
tion with bursts of laughter while he
casually filled and refilled her glass.
As he talked with Garry, Isa
dora’s cold eyes constantly wan
dered to his wife’s flushed face inch
ing closer to Red’s. It was differ
ent with Lise. She lit and snuffed
out half-smoked cigarette after cig
arette. The hand holding her fork
q was unsteady.
It was evident that Lise Dema
rais was either excited or worried.
“Your home is in Calgary?” Lise
asked.
“Yes,” he lied.
"So your work has been in the
west?” broke in Isadore.
“Yes.” Finlay was on his guard.
There were questions he wished to
avoid. “I suppose you’re a Prov
ince of Quebec man?” he countered.
Isadore laughed. “You think I’m
French? No, my father was Span
ish.”
Finlay saw Corinne Isadore an
swer what must have been a signal
by raising her black brows. She
turned to Red with: “When you’ve
finished the map of the lake, you’ll
let me see it? Could it be traced?
I’d love a map of Waswanipi.”
“That’s his first move!” thought
Garry. “He doesn’t believe we’re
engineers.”
“Of course, I’ll trace one for
you!” replied Red, beaming Into
Corinne’s challenging eyes.
“That’s fine!” applauded Isadore.
“We’d appreciate it. Well, gentle
men, let’s drink to a successful sum
mer for us all! But your glasses are
empty. I'll open another bottle.”
Finlay noticed that the glasses of
Isadore and the girls were full. That
couldn’t be accident. He’d watch
this.
As the trader half turned to un
cork a fresh bottle, held at his side,
Garry saw his left hand, grasping
the neck, move over the mouth as
he took the bottle In his right and,
l rising, fill the glasses of his guests.
Finlay’s eyes found and held Ma
lone's. His right hand lazily moved
to the back of his neck. Red caught
the warning and turned to Corinne.
“In British Columbia," he laughed,
“we always exchange glasses for
a toast."
Isadore coughed sharply. The
veins in his forehead swelled. “Cor
inne! Not another drop! You’ve had
too much already!” His voice split
the silence as an axe splits oak.
Blood flooded the girl’s olive skin.
Her eyes kindled. “I’m no child to
be told what to drink!" she shot at
the man who sat rigid watching her,
then drained the glass in her hand.
On the hush that followed broke
an idle tapping on the spruce ta
ble. As he watched the infuriated
Corinne, Malone’s straining ears
caught the dots and dashes, in Morse
code, of Finlay’s signalling fingers.
“New bottle drugged!”
Isadore’s high-pitched voice, now
under control, broke the tension.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen! You’ll ex
cuse Corinne. She's not used to
much wine.”
Corinne drew deeply on her ciga
rette, blew a cloud of smoke into
Red’s face as she lounged, round
arms on the table. “Do you theenk
I’ve had too much wine, beeg boy?”
she whispered.
“Of course not. Beautiful!” Red
returned, from the corner of his
mouth, watching her fast drooping
eyelids.
"We’ve forgotten our toast!” in
sisted the tight-faced Isadore, rais
"On the surface she seems too
decent to be the stepdaughter
of this buccaneer.”
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ing his glass. *'A successful sum
mer to us all!”
With a ‘‘Pardon me!” Finlay
reached past the surprised girl be
side him and, lifting her glass,
turned to his host. "To a success
ful summer!” His voice carried the
ring of splintering ice. Eyes locked,
the three men drank.
Lise turned on Finlay. “Why did
you do that? It was just as if—”
“Lise!” There was bottled fury
in Isadore’s tone. “Will you help
Corinne?”
Elbows sprawled on the table, chin
cupped in one hand, a plume of hair
like a drooping crow's wing mask
ing an eye, Corinne sighed to Ma
lone: “What has come over me? I
feel so drowsy.”
“Did you hear me, Lise?” Isa
dore’s voice was as brittle as March
crust.
But Lise Demarais sat frozen to
her chair, her frightened eyes rivet
ed on something across the room.
Finlay followed the direction of her
gaze.
Through a half-opened door peered
a hideously grotesque face, framed
by yellowish-white hair.
“Tete-Blanche!” Finlay muttered.
“Lise!”
But the girl’s obsessed eyes were
still anchored to the closed door
across the room.
“Lise!”
She rose and went to her step
mother, followed by Isadore, while
Finlay waited with folded arms, An
gers glued to the stock of his hidden
pistol.
“Excuse me for a moment, gen
tlemen!” said the trader. He raised
his half-conscious wife to her feet
and took her from the ream, fol
lowed by Lise. At the door she
turned a bloodless face toward the
two men at the table, then disap
peared.
Red Malone’s puzzled eyes clung
to his chief’s. As he caught the
meaning of the folded arms he stiff
ened, right hand on hip, and pivot
ed swiftly in his chair. But the
door Finlay was watching remained
closed. On the silence of the room
broke the tapped message from the
middle finger of his left hand: "Tete
Blanche was at the door behind you!
It scared Lise! If Isadore doesn’t re
turn, we’ll shoot our way to the ca
noe!”
Red nodded. Action! There was
the glint of sun on young ice in his j
blue eyes. Stiff in their chairs the
men waited. Then the trader re
turned.
"It is most embarrassing, gentle- ;
men,” he coolly apologized. "Mrs.
Isadore took more than she’s ac
customed to. I hope you’ll under- '
stand.”
Garry rose. “Of course! ” he said.
“Will you thank her and your daugh
ter for a most delicious dinner and
—interesting evening?”
“But you’re not going? The night
is young.”
Finlay admired Isadore's callous
nerve. “It’s late,” he replied. “We’ll
say good night.”
“Well, if you insist. I’U give
you a light to your canoe.”
Outside the night was black as a
spruce swamp. Isadore produced an
electric torch and walked to the
shore beside Finlay. Close on the
heels of the trader followed Ma
lone.
As he pushed off the canoe Fin
lay said: “The evening was most
pleasant, Mr. Isadore, and—instruc
tive.”
Finlay and Malone paddled in si
lence until they were well offshore.
“Now what do you think of that
for a dinner party?"
“Think?” snorted Red. “My fin
gers ached to drown him in front
of his place. Drugged his own wife!
Some joke on the slick Jules Isa
dore! And was he sore!”
“That was clever headwork of
yours. Red, when I signalled that
he’d drugged the wine. That strange
western custom of switching glasses
had him stopped dead. Nothing like
an Irish imagination!”
Red chuckled. “Thought you’d like
it! Say, the girls couldn’t have been
wise to his plan!”
“No, it didn’t look so. But what
was his plan when he had us
doped?”
“I believe he wanted to search
us. He’d let us sleep it off,—then
he’d apologize for his strong wine
we couldn’t handle.”
“Our showing up here must have
staggered him. But he’s got nerve.”
“What interests me most is this
Tete-Blanche. He seems to be a
bogey man at Nottaway and Lise
looked as if she’d seen a ghost when
she spotted him in the doorway. She
must know he’s Isadore’s private
killer.”
“I wonder how much those gals do
know.”
“Get anything out of Corinne? She
threw a wicked eye at you, Red.
I was worried—thought she’d kiss
you right before King Isadore!”
Red laughed. “What a doll to trot
on your knee! She’s right up my
alley for looks! But she didn’t ask
a suspicious question. How about
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“She puzzled me. She started off
with a rush—was gay and flippant;
then suddenly grew absent-minded.
Drank hardly anything! Didn’t hear
half what I said!”
“She was sure easy on the eyes
in those whipcords.”
"And easier in that white dress
at dinner! Skin sort of transparent.
The distinct impression I got was
that she wants to leave Waswanipi.
She didn’t say so, of course. But I
sensed it. She’s worried.”
The approach of the canoe to the
island where Blaise had a bright fire
burning as a beacon was announced
by the barking airedale.
“Well, Blaise, what do you think
of it?” asked Finlay, when he had
finished his story.
“We leave here, wabatch, quick!"
“You mean tonight?”
Brassard nodded.
"Why tonight?”
“Two Montagnais fallar come
here after dark. I give dem suppair
and taste of whiskey. Den dey talk.
We move out, now. Onles you wish
to fight.”
“Well, what’s it all about, Blaise?”
demanded Red.
Blaise told his story. That after
noon the two hunters had brought a
canoe load of sturgeon to Isadore’s
place to be traded for supplies. They
were in the trade-room when the
Peterboro was first sighted far down
the lake. Labelle rushed in and
called the man with the scarred face
outside where Isadore was watch
ing the distant canoe through
glasses. Curious, the two Indians
moved to the door and listened. The
trader was wild with rage. “You
liar!” he said to Batoche. “Here
come de men you said drown in de
Long Saulte of de Nottaway.” The
trader struck Batoche in the face but
Labelle stepped between them. Then
they moved away out of earshot of
the eavesdroppers.
Later, the Montagnais were start
ing with their supplies for their fish
ing camp when they heard an angry
voice up the shore. “W’at good are
you? Now Isadore send me to dat
island tonight to finish your Job!”
They looked and saw the man
with white hair, the Montagnais
called Neshiwed, the Killer, with a
little man, Tetu, talking to Batoche.
So, after dark, the hunters had come
to the island with the warning. i
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Rayon Fabric Patterns Show
New Emphasis on Originality
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
NO LONGER are fine fabrics the
exclusive property of the few
people who can disregard cost.
There’s luxury for everybody these
days, because of the advancement of
rayon as a textile fiber during the
last few years. Rayon has made pos
sible the reproduction of all the mag
nificence of tradition quality cloths
at prices well within the reach of
modest budgets.
To the evening wear field, where
luxury has always been the keynote,
are contributed gorgeous fabrics
worked with all the lavishness and
richness the feminine heart could
ask. Exquisite, for evening, is crisp
rayon taffeta in enchanting colors
and new effects. Such novel taffeta
finishes as gleaming satin stripes,
metal stripes and striking plaid ef
fects with metal stripes and unusual
color designs are seen in stunning
bouffant gowns like the model pic
tured in the foreground of our illus
tration.
Beautifully adapted to the fluid
molded lines of the current eve
ning season, sleek rayon jersey
brings its lovely draping quality to
Large Patch Pockets
Extend the 'New Look'
Dresses and suits are very pocket
conscious this fall.- Four seems to
be the magic number for pockets
and sometimes six—four on the
long-torso jacket, distributed in two
breast pockets and two hip pockets,
with the skirt sporting two pockets
on its own account.
Ingenious pocket arrangements
are also expressed in connection
with peplum flares. There are sep
arate stole scarf affairs made to
wear with practical daytime dresses
that are finished off at each end with
huge pockets They have zip fasten
ings, all very practical and usable.
Tip to Toe—You 11
Be Wearing One Color
The latest turn of fashion is to
carry out the costume ensemble in
one color from head to foot. Very
handsome indeed is an outfit that
created quite a sensation in the
grandstand parade at one of the
important games this fall. This
stunning ensemble, done in the new
gold tone so smartly in fashion, in
cluded a fleece boxy topper, a per
fectly matched handknit two-piece
dress and a turban. Costumes all
in the widely heralded “black plum”
are also outstanding in the autumn
winter collections. Brown and to
paz colors are also very effective
developed in single tones throughout.
Bangle Bracelets
Young girls are going in for a
new hobby. It is the collection of
bangles for their bracelets which are
for the most part in silver. You can
buy cunning little trinkets galore at
the jewelry counters, and a most
thriving business is going on in their
sale. However, it makes it far more
interesting to add the personal touch
of dropping a hint to doting rela
tives and friends that you would
rather have a bangle to add to your
collection than any other gift they
could make to you.
Ostrich Trim
The much-beloved little pillbox
hat is taking on new glory this sea
son. Picturesque ostrich goes trail
ing down one side over the hair in a
glamorous "porta-ait of a lady”
manner. The huge profile berets
are also dramatically ostrich
adorned.
sophisticated dinner and evening in
spirations. Jewel-toned rayon jersey
falls in sleeky gleaming folds for
the skirt and wide bishop sleeves
of the glamorous dinner gown cen
tered in this group.
Tlie vogue fpr street-length infor
mal dinner gowns has inspired the
long-torso style which combines a
rich black rayon crepe skirt with a
smartly contrasting shaded rayon
and metal striped bodice, as shown
to the right. The long sleeves and
low V-neck of the bodice are excel
lent fashion points, as is the grace
ful all-round pleated skirt.
Indispensable in the dinner and
evening wardrobe are the rayon
crepe frocks. Lovely versatile
types, such as matelasse pattem
ings, tree-bark effects and mossy
finishes give pleasing variety. The
exquisite grace of line expressed in
the slender tiered frock to the left
in the group interprets the beautiful
draping qualities of mossy rayon
crepe. In this instance the crepe
is in a dusty rose, with the refined
brilliance of cut steel at the draped
neckline
tHcIeased by Western Newspaper Union.)
Be Lovelier
“Only the brave deserve the fair”
—and “only the fair deserve the
brave.” In these times when men
are so occupied with defense, wom
en and girls can maintain national
morale only if they look their best.
Just as soldiers, sailors and marines
are required to keep their uniforms
neat, to shave every day, to keep
their nails in order, and to have good
haircuts, so should women be
especially careful of their clothes,
their complexions, their hand* and
hair. The selection of stylish, be
coming dresses and the use of cold
qream, powder, lipstick and nail pol
ish and attention to the hair are
more important than ever before.
Here is a lovely New York creation
that carries out the trend of “dressi
er dresses” and feminine elegance
with its smooth, slenderizing pock
ets and antique filigree gilt buttons
By VIRGINIA VALE
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
IT’S difficult to write calmly
and critically about Walt
Disney’s “Dumbo”—in fact,
it’s practically impossible.
This story of the baby ele
phant with the over-size ears,
who’s born into a circus and
made miserable by the other
animals because of those
same ears, is completely
enchanting. There'* Timothy
Mouse, successor to Jiminey Crick
et; there’s the band of black crows,
there's the squealing circus engine
—and there’s the really lovely se
quence in which pink elephants
dance. Every moment of this hour
long picture is delightful—no two
ways about It, you’ll have to see
“Dumbo.”
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Jean Phillips, once Jean Harlow’s
stand-in. had moved from a bit to a
co-starring role in just two pictures
—she’s the first stand-in since
Adrienne Ames to become a lead
ing woman, which is bad news for
girls who hope to climb to stardom
by that route. Her first break came
when she was cast in "Among the
Living”; that performance earned
her the second lead in “The Morn
ing After.” Now she’s co-starred
with Macdonald Carey in “Dr.
Broadway.” Her resemblance to
Ginger Rogers blocked her career
when she first went to Hollywood.
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Glenda Farrell is happy. She's
signed to play the ex-sweetheart of a
gangster in "Johnny Eager”; says
she’s fascinated by the part, and
GLENDA FARRELL
also wants to do it because the pic
ture is being directed by Mervin
LeRoy, who gave her her first part
in films.
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Irving Berlin has written 14 new
songs for "Holiday Inn,” more than
have ever before been turned out in
a single picture. Bing Crosby will
sing some of them, Fred Astaire
will dance to them. The score in
cludes two old Berlin favorites,
"Easter Parade” and "Lazy.”
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Ginger Rogers and Cary Grant
will co-star in RKO's production of
Bernard Shaw’s "Arms and the
Man,” with an original score by
Oscar Strauss, the Viennese compos
er. If you want to see another
version of the same story right
away, you can go to Metro’s
"The Chocolate Soldier,” with Nel
son Eddy and Rise Stevens, of the
Metropolitan Opera company. It’s
Miss Stevens’ screen debut, and
Metro executives feel sure that the
public will take her to their hearts.
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Remember the parting of the Red
sea in C. B. DeMille’s “The Ten
Commandments”—or the chariot
race in "Ben Hur”—or the earth
quake in "San Francisco”? Mr. De
Mille thinks he’s added a memo
rable sequence to that list—the
squid fight in "Reap the Wild
Wind." Ray Milland and John
i Wayne, in diving suits, are explor
ing the hull of a wrecked vessel in
a search for Susan Hayward when
they encounter the sea monster.
Mr. DeMille donned a diving suit
and directed the scenes, in a huge
tank. For other scenes in the pic
ture he descended 20 feet into the
Pacific, to the ocean floor. Said it
was the only way he could get the
eerie realism that he required.
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Who’d be your choice to portray
Will Rogers in Warner Bros, film
of his life, made from the book,
'•Uncle Clem’s Boy”? At present
Stuart Erwin. Spencer Tracy and
Roy Rogers. Republic’s Western
star, are under consideration. It’s
said that Mrs. Rogers prefers
Tracy, though Erwin’s supporters
urge that he’s a better choice be
cause he resembles the famous
comedian and philosopher.
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ODDS AND ENDS—Paramount tvill
star Charles Boyer and Veronica Lake
in “Hong Kong" a romantic story
played against modern, war-torn China
, . Ginny Simms has just been made
an honorary colonel of Southern Cali
fornia district, American Legion . , .
(Te hear that Tony Martin said he was
“ready and willing” to enter the army,
even though an appeal from his draft
classification had been filed . . . RKO’s
“Mexican Spitfire at Sea” brings you not
only the team of Lupe Velez and Leon
i Erroll, but Zasu Pitts, Elizabeth Ris
don, Charles (Buddy) Rogers, Eddie
Dunn and Harry Holman as walL
PLAN BOX SILO
ON LEVEL LAND
Good Substitute for the
Trench Silo.
By E. R. EUDALY
(Dairyman, Texaa ASM Colley*
Extension Service.)
Built above ground, a "box” silo
is a substitute for a trench silo in
regions where the land is more or
less level and where keeping water
out of a trench is a problem.
To construct such a feed contain
er, build two parallel levees of dirt
any height and width desired, then
fill between the levees with silage
and cover with earth. This some
times is called a trench silo up
side down. Two—in places where
lumber is cheap it might be advisa
ble to build the upside down trench
out of lumber and tar paper. This
is called a "box” silo.
It is not advisable to build a “box”
of smaller dimensions than four feet
between walls, six feet high and 20
feet long. Lesser space between
walls would be hazardous since a
little spoilage at the edges would
be too high a percentage of waste.
A minimum height of six feet is
suggested because of settling and
the possibility of some spoilage on
top. If the silage settles a whole
lot there might be a high percent
age of spoilage.
Width and height may be as much
as desired beyond the minimum
footage as far as keeping of the
contents of the silo is concerned.
But the width should be regulated
according to the number of live
stock to be fed, the specialists ad
vise. At least five cows are neces
sary to obtain the most success from
a “box" silo.
The posts should be three feet
apart in the row if one-inch lumber
ts used, but may be as much as
feet apart if using two-inch lumber.
Shiplap lumber is best for siding,
but rough sawed lumber may be
used provided it is laid so that the
inside of the well will not be so
rough as to break the lining paper.
Tar, or asphalt, paper is recommend
ed for cover' t the inside of the
wall, and No. 9 galvanized steel
wire, or the equivalent in strength,
to tie the posts together at the top.
The silage at the open end of the
box should slope from the ground to
the top of the wall so that the end
can be covered with earth. Only
two or three inches of dirt may be
used provided oats or barley is
planted in it, and the earth kept
moist until the grain makes enough
growth to form a good root system
and hold the dirt together to pre
vent cracking.
■
Seed Winter Oats for
Successful Winter Crop
Many farmers have had excellent
success in seeding winter oats in
the fall as a cover crop, according
to J. C. Hackleman, crops exten
sion specialist of the University of
Illinois college of agriculture, Ur
bana, 111. The only trouble with
using winter oats in the fall, he
said, is that the crop is more apt to
winter-kill than barley or rye. Oats
also does not make as good a nurse
crop as the other two crops because
it makes a more leafy and dense
growth and consequently shades the
legumes more and probably con
sumes more moisture and plant food
than would be used by a rye or
barley crop.
When used as a winter cover
crop, winter oats, barley or rye
should be seeded a week or 10 days
before the average date for seeding
wheat, Hackleman said.
Although more apt to encourage
chinch bug increases the following
growing season, barley makes the
best pasture of the three crops. If
nurse crops of oats, rye or barley,
instead of being harvested as grain,
are pastured next spring, the land
can be classified as soil-conserving
under the AAA farm program.
Farm Notes
Spraying of certain chemicals has
been found to hasten the maturity
of potatoes on experimental plots at
an Idaho research station.
• • •
Root rot fungus spreads by slow
growth along roots from plant to
plant, even when they are dormant,
at the rate of a foot or so a month.
• • •
The annual output of United States
fruit canning plants amounts to
about 50,000,000 cases. Peaches lead
with over 12,000,000 cases.
• • *
More commercial fertilizer was
used by American farmers in 1940
than in any previous year.
• • *
One hundred per cent water-infla
tion of farm tires will be possible
and economically practical as the
result of developments by a large
rubber company.
• • •
Only by the use of pressure is it
possible to get the high tempera
ture needed to kill organisms in
nonacid vegetables which, if not de
stroyed, will likely cause spoilage.
