Vani/hed Men
I By GEORGE MARSH W.Ri^Seriic*?
THE STORY SO FAR: Bound for the
Cfcibougamau gold country, ft* men lost
their lives on the Nottaway river. Red
Malone, Garrett Finlay, brother of one
•f the six, and Blaise, half-breed guide,
arrive at Nottaway posing as surveyors
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to investigate their deaths. They visit
Isadore, rich for man living in an iso
lated, palatial home. He seems Im
plicated In their deaths. Here they meet
Lise, his pretty stepdaughter. After an
swering her appeal for help, Finlay is
t a a a a a it 1
ambushed, but later escapes. They con
tinue to keep It a secret that they are
Mounted Police. Sent to Investigate the
deaths ot the sla "drowned” men, Finlay
believes Lise was innocent and writes
her a note.
1 * *
The stiff line of Blaise’s mouth
•ased into the shadow of a smile.
"Wal, it is not first time woman
snake two man look like fool. But
Smart or fool, you are fr’en’ of me!
1 fight for you just de same!”
"That’s the talk, you old carca
' Jou!” Red clapped Blaise on a thick
| shoulder.
Finlay went to the tent and shortly
[ returned with his reply to Lise Dem
[ arais which he handed to Malone.
It read:
"I trust you and believe in you.
That night when they left me in the
swamp I was pretty bitter. Against
my better judgment I had put my
faith in you and walked into a trap.
It was hard to believe, after that
talk of ours, after that moment on
the beach before you left, but I had
: to. Later, the bitterness faded. There
had been something too honest about
you, too real to have been acting,
i Now I know that without your knowl
edge they followed you to the sand
beach.
“I cannot meet you until next
week. You’ll hear from me then.
But please don’t worry. We’ll take
care of you. I’ve just received good
news from the railroad. The break
is coming soon. Everything will turn
out all right. Kinebik has double
crossed Isadore to save his hide and
I’m leaving tonight for the head of
the lake. Keep a brave heart. You
are safe.
“Garrett Finlay.”
Finishing reading Red said:
“Great stuff, chief! Wish it was
true! If Isadore gets hold of this
note, what a jolt he’ll get!”
“Exactly. I had to consider that
possibility so fed him a headache.
It would send Tete-Blanche to the
head of the lake hunting us while
we’re making for Matagami. Be
sides, I’ve got to keep up her cour
age.”
Having ordered Moise and Michel
Wabistan to meet him on his return
with news from the old chief, that
night Finlay passed Isadore’s and
spent the next day concealed near
the outlet. The following evening the
Peterboro slipped into the Quiet Wa
ter, the slow moving thoroughfare
connecting Waswanipi with the chain
of large lakes to the west. Three
days paddle away lay Matagami and
the Hudson’s Bay post.
The murk of a thick July night
blanketed forest and water.
“It’s made to order for us, Gar
ry!” whispered Red, from the waist
of the boat where he sat behind
Flame with his Lee-Enfleld across
his knees while, in the stern, Blaise
handled the canoe with a buried pad
dle.
"Remember the island which
splits the river about five miles be
low here?” returned Garry. “That’s
where they’ll camp. They’ll figure
that a canoe can’t pass them there
without being seen or heard. But
they didn’t count on a night like
this.”
"If they hear us and shoot do we
lie doggo and push through, or—”
“We don’t fire unless we have to!
I want to pass them without their
knowing it. We have to return this
way, you know.”
“Very good, sergeant! Good luck
to us!”
"If they’re guarding both channels,
we’ve got to pass within yards of
them. Have a pineapple handy,
Red! Warn us when you throw it so
we can flatten.”
"I’m hot to toss one into that
mob.”
"All right! Remember, no firing
unless we’re caught!”
As they rounded a bend Blaise
stopped the boat with a swift thrust
of his paddle. In the distance, like a
new moon smothered in drift, a yel
low smudge stained the blackness.
"They’ve got a fire!” whispered
Finlay. “I don’t understand it!”
“We drop close and have a look,”
returned Blaise.
The canoe moved on and was
again checked. "You hear dem?”
“No.”
“Singing!” muttered Red. “The
damned fools are singing!"
“They’re drunk!” whispered Gar
ry.
“They sure are!" returned Ma
lone, inhaling the damp air through
his teeth.
“Ah-hah! De Montagnais drink Is
adore’s whiskey!” grunted Blaise.
"Indians! So Tete-Blanche wins!”
Disappointment, like wind off a bar
ren, turned Finlay cold. “Kinebik’s
won over the Montagnais! Thank
God, we didn’t bring Lise!”
“This is luck!” whispered Malone.
“They’re so drunk they’ve forgotten
us.”
“We can’t be sure. They may
have a guard on both shores,”
warned Garry. "We’ll take the right
hand channel, Blaise. What in—”
The sudden scurry of feet and
wings as a flock of disturbed shell
drake skittered ahead downstream,
stopped the boat
‘That cooks our goose!” cursed
Red, softly. “They’ll know some
thing startled the ducks and will lay
lor us!”
“Go on, Blaise!” snapped Finlay.
“We’re in lor it, now!”
The canoe was passing the fire.
In seconds they’d be clear and lost
A
downstream. Then there was a grat
ing sound as the nose of the Peter
boro slid over a sand bar and the
canoe came to a dead stop. They
were trapped, yards from the shore!
Finlay and Red swiftly traded rifles
for poles while Blaise strained to
free the boat. One false move and
they’d draw a blast of fire. They
threw their weight desperately on
their poles. There came the low
call of “Kekway!” from the murk.
The three men stiffened.
Crouched in the gloom the crew of
the canoe waited for the crash of
rifles in their faces. A silence so
deep it beat like sound, pulsed in
their ears. Ten—twenty seconds and
the men in the bow felt the canoe
tremble. Blaise’s signal to go! Like
one man they strained against their
poles. There was the scrape of
wood on sand, the low wash of water
and the canoe was backed clear.
The nose of the boat had sheered
off into deeper water when again,
the call of “Kekway!” rose from the
invisible shore. The three stopped
breathing as the boat drifted. Sud
denly there was a movement in the
alders and spurts of flame from ex
ploding rifles stabbed the gloom.
With a savage thrust Blaise jumped
the canoe downstream. The enraged
airedale rose under his blanket, but
was forced flat. There was a stam
pede of feet along the shore and full
in their faces blazed a barrage of
rifle shots.
The canoe grounded and was
cleared again while the rifles of the
“Go on, Blaise!” snapped Finlay.
“We’re in for it, now!”
Montagnais spat blindly at the in
visible target. At last, far down
stream Blaise trailed his paddle.
“Thanks, Isadore, for that whis
key!” panted Red, splashing water
on his bleeding cheek. “If it hadn’t
been for the fact that they were
drunk for a fare-thee-well, they’d
have slaughtered us on that bar!
Good thing we didn’t let them have
it, though! They’d have fired at the
flashes. I thought they’d jump into
the canoe.”
“They didn’t know what they were
shooting at, Red! The guards on
shore heard the duck pass; then the
wash of water when we shoved off.
By now they probably think it was
one of those bank beaver we saw
when we came up the river.”
“W’en Injun gret drunk dey like
to shoot de gun,” grunted Blaise.
“Dey navare know if we pass or not
onles nose of cano’ leave mark on
dat bar. I t’ink not. De current take
care of dat.”
“You’re right, Blaise,” said Fin
lay. “We had them guessing. And
we’ll keep them guessing. I wonder
if Kinebik has won them all over or
if these were only a few of the wild
est Tete-Blanche bribed with Isa
dore’s whiskey.”
“It looks like Wabistan had lost
all his influence,” said Red.
“Mebbe,” replied Blaise. "We
see.” And his long paddle bit chunks
from the water.
“Lise was right when she warned
that Isadore is trying to bottle us
up,” said Finlay. "With the Mon
tagnais hunting us all over the lake
we’ll have to step lively or we'll nev
er see that plane from the north.”
CHAPTER XII
Three days later the keel of the
Peterboro slid into the gravel beach
at the Hudson’s Bay post at Mata
gami. The door of the white-washed
log trade-house opened and two men
started for the landing. At the gate
of the slab dog-stockade surrounding
the trader’s quarters a tall girl,
whose golden bob the sun touched
into flame, curiously watched. From
a window of the frame house a wom
an and two half-grown children
stared at the three men on the
beach, for white travelers were rare
at Matagami, buried in the Notta
way wilderness.
"Good day, gentlemen! Welcome
to Matagami!” The trader, a sandy
haired man of fifty, shook the hands
of the strangers. “I’m Duncan Mc
Nab, in charge here, and this is Da
vid, my head man.’’
Finlay introduced himself and his
friends. “We passed through the
lake some time back, Mr. McNab,
on our way in to map Waswanipi.”
“Map Waswanipi?” The shrewd
blue eyes of the trader pictured his
amazement. “You’re a government
survey party, then?”
“We were.” Finlay shot an
amused look at Red.
The heavy brows of the trader lift
ed. "Then you’ve finished?”
“No. Mr. McNab, we’re not on
the survey, now, but we haven't
finished with Waswanipi.” Finlay’s
face stiffened. “We’ve come to you
for help and information. Then we're
going back—to finish.”
The clamp of his lean jaw and
the points of fire in the speaker’s
eyes snapped McNab’s head for
ward in a narrow-eyed stare. “I
don’t get you, Mr. Finlay. Let’s
talk it out over a pipe in the trade
room. Of course, you’ll stay the
night with us? We’re pretty lonely,
here, for a white face. Your men
can stow your stuff in that shack.
David will show him.”
“Thanks,” said Finlay. “I’ll shut
up my dog, too, before there’s a
fight.”
Shortly the three white men sat
in the traderoom.
“Now, Mr. Finlay,” said McNab,
exhaling a cloud of smoke, “would
you mind getting down to brass
tacks?”
Finlay was measuring the caliber
of the man whom circumstances
had forced him to trust in order to
insure the delivery of his message
to the railroad. This trader looked
a man full in the eye and had a
straightforward way with him. He
seemed staunch. According to re
ports he had been worsted by Isa
dore in the fight for the fur trade.
That was in their favor and should
keep his mouth closed. There was
nothing to be gained by waiting.
“How well do you know Jules Isa
dora?” Garry suddenly asked.
The veins lifted in McNab’s neck
and temples as he tore his pipe from
his teeth and rasped: "Too damned
well!”
Finlay nodded at the grinning
Red. "I thought that would be it
Well, Mr. McNab, we’re going to tell
you a story. It concerns the deaths
of six men. First, possibly you’d
be interested to look at that.” Fin
lay produced his police badge and
handed it to McNab, whose jaws
sagged in his surprise. “We’re
Mounted Police and we’re here to
have a message relayed to the rail
road.”
McNab slowly returned the badge.
His eyes strayed from the bronzed
faces of the Mounties to the lines of
their hard bodies filling the wool
shirts and whipcord breeches. "Po
lice, eh? I might have known from
your eyes and the set of your shoul
ders. Well! Well! Up on Waswanipi
posing as surveyors! So it’s Isadore.
at last!”
"Yes,” said Finlay, “it's Isadore.
at last!" Then he described the
events of the past weeks while Mc
Nab, drawing furiously on his pipe,
punctuated the narrative with out
raged grunts.
"That’s the story, McNab. For
the present, not a word, even to
your wife. When can you send a
canoe to the railroad?”
"We’re sending one shortly,” he
said. “But their firing on you on
the Nottaway, then ambushing you,
and you supposed to be on the gov
ernment survey! I can’t get over
it. Sergeant! Of course I’d heard at
the railroad of these reported drown
ings and had had my suspicions.”
“They didn’t believe we were on
the survey,” replied Finlay. Into
his gray eyes crept the mist of
memory. His voice was rough with
pain as he asked: “Did those boys
stop here last summer?"
"Yes. Nice boys, too!”
"One was my brother.”
"Your brother? Oh, I’m sorry!
You didn’t say one was your broth
er when you told of finding their
bodies.”
“No.”
"It’s tough. Sergeant Finlay,
damned tough! That crook—” Me
Nab stopped his pacing to stand
over Garry and shake a thick fin
ger. “Why—why the man’s a luna
tic—mad as a hermit wolf! He
can’t get away with this!”
"He’s managed to so far.”
McNab’s face filled with blood as
his anger increased. “I’ve seen a
lot—guessed a lot, since the Com
pany sent me here three years ago
to try to save the trade on this lake.
We learned that Tete-Blanche was
bribing our hunters with whiskey to
leave us and trade their fur with
Isadore. I reported it to the Com
pany and the authorities. His freight
was searched at Nottaway but they
found nothing. They thought I was
trying to hurt him because he was
a competitor, and dropped it. I
was reprimanded by our District In
spector for bringing charges 1
couldn’t prove. Couldn’t prove?”
snorted McNab. “I had all the proof
in the world.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
That Old Black Lace Shawl Is
Right in Style This Season
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
WHEN those cherished bids to
yuletide parties begin to ar
rive, when those coveted invitations
to smart afternoon affairs await ac
ceptance, then it is that fancy turns
to visions of pretty clothes that will
make you look your prettiest.
To these ever-recurring “what-to
wear” problems, lace, always a
gallant flatterer, brings one of the
happiest solutions fashion has to of
fer this winter. It is not only that
the charm of lace ever makes re
sistless appeal, but this season the
use of lace takes on new empha
sis. Modern laces are so diverse
in type and in kind there’s literally
a lace for every mood and mode,
whether informal or ever so formal.
This adaptability of lace is a most
convincing “reason why” it is more
widely a favorite among designers
than ever. It can be made to fit
modest budgets and simple occa
sions successfully and glamorously.
A wise supplement to any ward
robe that must include a “pretty
pretty” informal frock that is not
expensive is the model shown to the
left in the illustration. You can get
this very wearable oak-leaf pat
terned lace in a long list of delec
table colors, and the dress will al
ways be ready for any occasion.
The bodice is horizontally tucked in
a new treatment and is made
smooth by a dainty slide fastener.
A taffeta bow gives it a final fillip.
Count it among your blessings if
you are so fortunate as to have
willed to you a handsome black lace
shawl or shawl-scarf. Now is the
psychological moment to release
this priceless heirloom from its
lavender-scented wrappings, for be
guiling mantilla effects like that pic
tured to the right in the illustration
are recapturing the charm and ro
mance of yesterday and bringing
their allure to modern fashion.
One sees these charming lace
fantasies everywhere in the current
formal fashion picture, either worn
over the head as here illustrated,
or thrown artfully and casually over
the shoulders to serve graciously as
a light evening wrap. The black
velvet gown so alluringly veiled in
this lovely shadowy Chantilly lace
scarf makes simplicity its theme.
Petite black lace edging finishes off
the low decolletage, while wide
bands of the velvet are brought up
to each shoulder top where they tie
in intriguing big bows.
Youthful party dresses of filmy
Chantilly lace in lovely pastel
shades are given high fashion rat
ing this season. The bouffant dance
frock centered above in the group is
of flesh toned Chantilly, the mesh of
which is as delicate and elusive as
a silken cobweb. The corselet
waistline is banded in taffeta, which
also defines the pleated shoulder ruf
fles and appears, as trimming, on
the skirt.
Scores of charming lace fantasies
are being shown for sophisticated
moments at opera, banquet and
ball. There are tiny black lace
calots with a metallic weave and
sequin-sown edge. You can buy gay
gauntlet gloves made all of lace for
the dashing and the debonair.
Black lace mitts are shown that
boast a double tier of lace reaching
to the elbows. The new lace eve
ning handkerchiefs are luxuriously
fragile with lace and chiffon. And
for the romantic touch, see the new
lace muffs.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Wide Peasant Belt
To Match Hat Band
In the way of accessory items, a
j new twosome has been brought out
! this season that will add intrigue to
I many a daytime costume. This gay
and flattering alliance consists of a
' wide colorful felt or leather belt
embroidered in peasant colors, to
1 gether with a matching band to en
j circle the crown of your nonchalant
i felt hat. Also available is a corselet
that laces up the front in a vestee
effect. The bright colors of this
felt or leather corselet add gaiety
and chic to the simplest wool dress
or skirt.
This Veil Can Tic Useful
As Well as Ornamental
Tiny hats set back of the pompa
dour are a welcome fashion. They
are purposefully designed to give
full play to the costume. In fact,
milliners are more and more in
clined to design headwear that re
veals the hair-do. A new venture in
veils is the trick of enveloping a
tiny hat in a filmy black Chantilly,
bringing the ends down at the back
to form a voluminous snood to pro
tect the hair, yet reveal it through
lace mesh in all its charm and
prettiness.
You Just Cant Wear Too
Many Gadgets These Days
If you are properly fashion-wise
you will wear not one but several
pieces of lapel jewelry—all at the
same time! Designed for this popu
lar vogue, tiny lapel pins are sell
ing in sets of 10 different gadgets,
or they can be bought singly with
the thought in mind of collecting
them as one does charms for brace
let or necklace. These sets, worked
out in bright colored enamel set
with tiny jewels, are very effective.
You can get floral designs, jeweled
beetles, bugs, butterflies and hum
ming birds.
Head Lines
Treat your face like a picture,
and wear a hat as a frame to en
hance its beauty. A hat is a line,
a silhouette, and through the hat a
“square” face may be made to ap
pear oval, which is supposed to be
the perfect type. Here the black
felt hat shown at the top in the pic
ture rolls up at one side and forms
a soft peak at the center front to
extend nature’s line. Then, too, a
good rule is to wear hats to bring
out the beauty of your coloring. The
felt and feather hat shown below
in the picture is a creamy beige all
the way through, and it makes the
skin look its best.
In any case, the trick is to treat
your face as though it were a pic
ture.
By VIRGINIA VALE
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
CUNNING Nancy Walker is
the latest Broadwayite to
win Hollywood favor. Nancy’s
busy at present with a fea
tured role in the stage suc
cess, “Best Foot Forward,”
and will report at the Metro
studios when the final curtain
comes down on that delightful
comedy, in which she is mak
ing her theatrical debut.
—*—
Want to go Into the movies, girls?
The best advice would seem to be
‘‘Get a job as an airline steward
ess." Mary Sheppard is the latest
recruit who took that route; she was
taken off an airliner and given the
lead role in Pete Smith's short,
"What About Daddy?"
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Robert Benchley’s all set to be a
but man. All set for the role of a
stage producer in Paramount’s "Out
of the Frying Pan,” he discovered
that he was also booked to be Rosa
ROBERT BENCHLEY
Lind Russell's business partner in
“Take a Letter, Darling,” the two
Aims to be made simultaneously. A
bicycle or a motor-driven wheel
chair seems to be the only solution
to the problem of getting from set
to set.
-Sfc
When you see "Louisiana Pur
chase” take a long look at Jean
Wallace "Mrs. Franchot Tone” and
Lynda Gray. They’re New Orleans
belles in the picture, and Para
mount liked them so much that
they've just been given new con
tracts.
-*
Asta, famous canine of "The Thin
Man” series, has a plaque all his
own, to hang in his dog house. It
was awarded by the McKinley Ken
nel club of Canton, Ohio, for "out
standing service to canine friends
and the work he has done to gain
appreciation for all dogdom.” The
perfect retort from all the rest of
dogdom Is, of course, that few dogs
belong to people like Myrna Loy.
—*—
Nelson Eddy has co-starred with
Jeanette MacDonald in eight films,
but only recently found out what she
really looked like. During the film
ing of their recent picture, "I Mar
ried an Angel,” he asked if he might
model a head of her. "You never
know what a person looks like till
you paint or model that person,”
said he. Seems that her jaw line
wasn’t as he’d remembered it, and
her eyes were set differently. Said
she, “He knows what I look like
nowl He peered at me so much and
so long that 1 was embarrassed.”
-*
David James, the 11-month-old
baby whom Marlene Dietrich was
carrying in her arms when she
tripped over a light cable and broke
her leg, recently resumed his film
career, in Rosalind Russell’s new
picture. This time Fred MacMur
ray toted him.
-*
Charles Laughton sort of startles
the onlookers nowadays when he
shows up for that radio program
he's doing with Milton Berle. He
looks like a Forty-niner, with an
inch-long beard and a month’s
growth of hair—both required for
his role in RKO’s “Tuttles of Tahiti.”
Incidentally, if Laughton goes on
making pictures he’ll be an expert
dancer; he learned the conga for
“It Started With Eve,” and the
hula for this new picture; he did the
hula recently at a broadcast rehear
sal, with Shirley Ross playing
”Aloha Oe” on the piano.
■ t~
Jack Benny has never lived down
his “Buck Benny” routines that were
featured on his NBC series a few
seasons ago, and later incorporated
into one of his motion pictures.
“Buck” has become his nickname—
the rest of the cast never calls him
anything else.
-*
ODDS AND ENDS—Several well
known singers will be starred in the
new musical program, as yet untitled,
which makes its bow on CDS January
7th . , . William L. Shirer always holds
an informal discussion of internation
al affairs after his broadcast . . . Ann
Shepherd, of “Joyce Jordan—Girl In
terne,” posed for publicity pictures at
a New York hospital recently, and now
she’s “interned” for all her spare time.
. . . Irene Rich, famous on both radio
and screen, has been given a leading
role in Metro’s “Just Between Us” , . .
Babe Ruth has finally signed to play
himself in “The Life of Lou Gehrig."
Farm
Topics f
FARM PRIORITIES
ARE EXPLAINED
Individual Ratings Are Not
Needed for Some Items.
By M. CLIFFORD TOWNSEND
(Dirtctot. OMc• o/ Agncultural
Dtttni* Ralatioat.)
Individual farmers are not re
quired to have priority ratings of
any kind under the defense pro
gram in order to purchase ordinary
farm machinery, equipment, repair
parts, fertilizers, insecticides, nails,
fencing, roofing or similar items.
Priority ratings on equipment and
supplies such as these are issued
by the Office of Production Man
agement to manufacturers, proces
sors and warehousemen in order to
avoid having individuals obtain rat
ings.
So far as the individual farmer
is concerned, he does not have to
have a priority rating of any kind
to buy his ordinary requirements.
There may be things he mny not
be able to get, such as aluminum
pressure cookers, but in cases like
this the manufacturer and not the
individual farmer is the one af
fected by the priority rating. On
special classes of machinery which
are used for purposes other than
farming, such as heavy duty elec
tric motors, a preference rating
will be necessary. This can be
applied for on what is known as a
PD-1 form obtainable from the Of
fice of Production Management
A number of letters have been re
ceived from farmers saying their lo
cal retailers had advised them it
was necessary to secure a “priority
rating” before making certain pur
chases.
Individual farmers who are asked
to secure “priority ratings” before
making purchases of ordinary
equipment or supplies should advise
the department of agriculture im
mediately of the name and address
of the dealer and the product on
which a priority rating was re
quested. There’s no sense in put
ting farmers to any more trouble
than necessary to get the things
they need for food production and
we want a chance to explain to the
retailers that a "priority rating” is
not needed for purchase of prod
ucts at retail by individuals for or
dinary farm or household use.
Blood Transfusions
Save Farm Animals
Blood transfusions, which have
saved the lives of thousands of hu
man beings, are now also saving
the lives of thousands of dogs,
horses, and farm animals—and are
being more widely used in veter
inary science every day.
“Ring," a collie dog at Waterloo,
Iowa, for instance, has given blood
to help save the lives of 20 other
dogs in the last five years. He
gives about a pint of blood for each
transfusion and has suffered no ill
effect from it, except for a strong
craving for water for several days
after each transfusion.
Transfusions are also being used
for the treatment of navel ill in
colts, where it is said that improve
ment is generally noted within 24
hours after injection of a pint of
blood from the dam into the blood
stream of the colt. In cases of
calf scour, the blood from the dam
is also used with excellent results.
Sometimes veterinarians also use
saline and dextrose solution as a
supporting treatment.
In cases of sweet clover poison
ing, blood from a herd of cattle
which has not had access to clover
is now being used to prevent fatali
ties among clover-poisoned animals.
Although veterinary scientists are
unwilling to make definite claims in
the matter, according to the Amer
ican Foundation for Animal Health,
they also say fhat blood from nor
mal or pregnant animals will some
times overcome certain types of
sterility in cattle.
The precautions necessary in hu
man transfusions are also necessary
in treating animals. With animals,
as with human beings, the blood is
seldom transfused directly from one
body to another. It is usually drawn
into a sterile container before be
ing injected into the sick animal.
It is interesting to note that as
new discoveries are made in med
ical science, they are closely paral
leled by similar findings in veteri
nary science. The American vet
erinary practitioner is far ahead of
other countries in this respect, and
his advance in scientific research
is perhaps one of the reasons why
American livestock is so much bet
ter protected from the ravages of
diseases and epizootics than the
stock of other nations.
Cows make their best and most
profitable production at from seven
to nine years of age, according to
a recent study.
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A cotton-bagging-for-cotton-bales
program, calling for the manufac
' ture and sale of up to 2,000,000 cot
ton ‘‘patterns” or bale covers, has
been announced by the U. S. depart
ment of agriculture.
