Vanished Men
lr GEORGE MARSH StTaJSS? U
THE STORY SO FAR: Bound for the
Chibougamau gold country, six men lost
their lives on the Nottaway river. Red
Malone. Garrett Finlay, brother of one
of the six. and Blaise, half-breed guide,
arrive at Nottaway posing as surveyors.
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INSTALLMENT TWELVE
Suspicion prevails that Isadore. rich fur
man. has made a fold strike and aims
to keep prospectors out of the country
at any cost. En route to the Hudson’s
Bay post they visit Isadore in his
palatial home, meet his wife and Lise.
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Isadora's stepdaughter Answer tag an
appeal from Use. Finlay U amboshed
bat escapes. It develops that tbev are i
Mounted Police officers. They continue
on to the Post and discus* the utuattoa
with MeNab. a trader,
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“I’ll bet his liquor comes in by
air.’’ said Red.
“Exactly. So he tried to wipe you
out—tried to stop a government sur
vey party? Now I wonder just why?
What’s back of it all?’’
“Of course, they must have de
cided that we were only prospectors
posing as surveyors."
“Shooting prospectors is not so
dangerous as firing on government
men but it’s still murder, ain’t it?"
snorted McNab.
“True!” laughed Finlay trading
winks with Red behind the back of
the outraged McNab. The trader’s
hatred of Isadore would be useful.
He knew much about Waswanipi
which they would learn, for the eve
ning would be long. “If you've
heard he flies stuff in from some
where south in the Province, possi
bly you’ve heard about the August
plane from the Bay,” suggested
Garry.
“From the Bay? demurred Mc
Nab. “Now what in thunder would
he be—Wait a minute!" The trader
scratched his jaw as his half-shut
eyes squinted at a gun-rack in a
seeming effort to recapture a vague
memory. “I’ve got it!” he explod
ed. “North, at Rupert House, two
summers back, they were talking
about a strange schooner some trav
eling Crees had told of seeing off the
mouth of the Hurricanaw. The In
dians said a sea-plane was lying in
the lee of an anchored ship. Later
the plane headed south and disap
peared over the muskeg of the main
land. They’ve been trying to figure
that out, at Rupert, ever since.”
Finlay glanced triumphantly at
Malone. Lise's story was corrobo
rated. “Was it spring, summer or
fall they saw it?”
McNab nursed his chin. “Why,
let’s see! I was at Rupert in early
September. It must have been in
the summer.”
Finlay's face brightened with sat
isfaction. “McNab, that plane was
bound for Waswanipi. Every Au
gust a plane from the North stops
there, then heads south.”
“Waswanipi?” blurted the puzzled
trader. “What’s the reason for it?
What could it carry?”
Finlay leaned toward the Scotch
man chewing nervously on his pipe
stem. “McNab, that’s just what
Constable Malone and I would like
to know.”
After a clean-up and shave, Finlay
and Red joined the trader at his
house for supper. A shy woman
whose face wore lines etched by a
life of isolation and worry, and an
excited girl with an unruly red-gold
bob, and the height and vitality of
her father, welcomed them.
“Mary, this is Mr. Finlay and
Mr. Malone,” said the trader. “Gen
tlemen, my daughter. Thistle!”
The quick violet eyes of the girl
swept Finlay’s erect figure and
clean-cut features with a passing
glance of approval. But it was to
Red’s freckled face with its in
fectious grin which bared his regu
lar teeth that the girl’s dancing eyes
clung. As she laughed at Malone's
sallies, dimples dented her brown
cheeks.
“What a pair!” thought Garry.
“If I know the signs, she's fallen
for the devil already.”
Far into the night three men sat
in a cloud of smoke in the trade
room.
“Sergeant,” demurred McNab.
“It’s flat suicide for you to go back
there now. I tell you you haven’t
a chance. But if you do hang on
until that plane shows up from the
Bay, how are you going to learn if
she carries gold south, with that In
dian mob of Isadore’s watching her?
Man, it’s ridiculous!”
Malone laughed. “You’ve never
aeen Sergeant Finlay operate."
“McNab,” said Finlay, quietly,
"if we’re there when that plane ar
rives, we’re going to learn what all
this mystery’s about.”
McNab’s blue eyes snapped. “Yes,
I think that’s just what you two
would start to do in the face of
them all. You’ve got the nerve all
right. But have you ever seen what
whiskey will do to bush Indians?
Tete-Blanche and that crew'll wipe
you out, then hide up in the Bitter
Water swamps."
“Between muskeg and water and
swamp there’s fifty miles of it. It’s
absolutely impassable except for an
Indian trail or two. They’d never
be found there, Sergeant. I don’t
want you to go back until you have
help.”
The gray irises of Finlay’s eyes
were rings of steel circling the pu
pils. “That’s our hard luck, then.
It’s our job to get this crook. We’ll
start; someone else may have to
finish it!”
McNab stubbornly wagged his
sandy head. “I know. Sergeant, I
know! But think of the odds, man!
It's fifty to one up there, now, with
the Indians against you!”
Red grinned at the grave face of
his chief. “At Fort McLeod it was
a hundred miners to one Mountie,
eh, Sergeant?”
“What happened?” asked McNab.
"Sergeant Finlay elbowed his way
Into that mob of drunks and took
his mau. Mr. McNab!”
McNab's face lit with admiration.
“What do you know about this
Tete-Blanche — ever seen him?**
"I saw him once at the steel. He
looked uglier than a starved wolf.
Never saw such a face! They say
Isadore brought him here from the
West, up God's Lake way. He was
probably wanted there and had to
leave. Two years ago, after those
four men were reported drowned,
he went up river to Nottaway and
hung around making a lot of veiled
threats. He had everybody uneasy.
The Nottaway people know Isadore
is rich and think he has government
pull of some kind. They're afraid
of him.”
“Nobody but the station agent has
dared open his mouth and he's been
threatened.”
Finlay handed the letter he car
ried in his wallet to the trader. "Mc
Leod did more than talk. He wrote.”
McNab returned the letter.
“That’s what they all think, up
there.”
“Pretty state of affairs in a free
country!” snorted Red.
“About Tete-Blanche!” Finlay’s
dark face was bitter. “Is he half
crazy? The night they trussed me up
I had a good look at his eyes. The
pupils dilated like those of an Eski
mo gone ‘piblockto.’ ”
McNab squinted hard at the
speaker. “You know, I believe he is,
"This is my daughter, Thistle."
just that, blood crazy. I’ve talked
to Montagnais who’ve drifted here
from Waswanipi. They say the In
dians are afraid of him. They think
he’s got some mysterious power—
talks with the spirits. But it’s this
medicine-man, Kinebik, that he
works through.”
"Isadore’s whiskey and Kinebik’s
medicine-making have turned the
young bucks against us,” said Fin
lay.
“By the way, McNab, why did
Isadore build such an elaborate out
fit?”
“I can’t account for it. It must
be sheer vanity. He’s certainly
made big money in fur. But there
must be something else. He’s got
a partner in Montreal, Blondell, who
flies here every summer and, I’m
sure, carries the liquor. They say
he lives like a prince in the city.
What my people are wondering, is
what Blondell does in Montreal be
sides handle the fur.”
"And they can’t find out?”
"No, it’s a mystery.”
“How about placer gold? asked
Red.
“That's what they've suspected.
Flake gold and nuggets would be
easy to transport secretly in a plane.
He may have struck some rich sand
bars in the upper Waswanipi. That
may be the answer. But Sergeant,”
the trader rested his hand on Fin
lay's shoulder as they parted for
the night, “I wish you’d have that
police plane sent here and wait for
it. They fly to Isadore’s place and
arrest him. I like you two boys. I
don’t want you to go back to Was
wanipi. With the Indians loose and
Isadore not knowing you’re police
it’s deliberate suicide.”
Finlay took the trader's big hand.
The shadow of the pain which lance'd
his heart crossed his face as he
thought of the boy in his grave be
side the thundering Waswanipi. “As
yet I’ve nothing tangible on Isadore
except this liquor business with the
Indians. Before I’m through I’ll
have something he’ll swing for. I’m
not sending for help, McNab. To
morrow we start back.”
CHAPTER XIII
The following morning Blaise and
the fretting airedale, circled by the
hostile post huskies, waited on the
beach beside the loaded Peterboro.
Over at the stockade gate Thistle’s
eyes clung to Malone’s sober face.
"I’ve 0uessed what you are—you
two,” she said, her chestnut brows
meeting as she searched his candid
eyes in an effort to read what lay
in his heart. "It's the way you
Mounties carry yourselves—some
thing so cool and masterful about
you. You can't fool me. Mr. Man
I know you're police." Tears sud
denly blurred her eyes as she drew
a quick breath. "And I know from
the way father acted this morning
that he never expects to see you
again! Oh, Red.” she flung out des
perately, "I want to see you again!
I want you to come back, Neil!"
Red had the girl's trembling
hands in his. "I’m coming back.
Thistle!” he said, and his voice was
hoarse with feeling. “I’m coming
back straight to Matagami—to you.
kid." Then with a shrug of his heavy
shoulders he swallowed hard and the
dancing lights returned to his eyes.
"Now flash those white darzlers of
yours in one of those smiles that
makes my heart go pitty-pat or I’ll
rumple that gold stuff you call hair
right before your mother who's
watching us through the window.”
A smile broke through the girl's
clouded face at the sally of the ir
resistible Red.
Over at the trade-house Finlay and
McNab were saying good-by.
“My men should reach the steel
with your report in thirteen days,
but I wish you’d change your mind.
Sergeant Ask for immediate help
and wait here for it!”
Finlay’s thoughts were with the
girl who waited for his message at
Waswanipi. His mouth curled at a
corner. In his eyes was the glint of
sun on young ice. “McNab, the
Mounted Police never send for im
mediate help!”
“I know! I know!” McNab wagged
his head resignedly as he gripped
Finlay’s hard hand. “But I like you
two boys! It’s a shame—a rotten—”
The trade-room door swung wide
and Blaise rushed in.
“Cano’ cornin’ from de eas’! Da
vid look in glass and say it come
from Isadore! I hid cano' and shut
up Flame!”
“Tell Red I want him, quick!”
Malone burst into the room. "Put
your glasses on that canoe, Garry!” [
Red cried. “Mine are packed! Some
thing’s up!”
“Are they near enough to see us?”
“No. they’re miles away. What
are the orders?”
Finlay took his binoculars from
his duffle bag. “If they stop here.
Red,” he said, “we’ll hole up in the
fur-loft and listen while McNab
draws them out. It may prove valu
able. They’ve decided we passed
them that night and are out to over
take us on the river.”
Red shrugged his wide shoulders.
"Overtake you and Blaise and me,
in strong water? Swell chance! But
we don’t happen to be running!”
"No, we don’t happen to be run
ning!”
Far to the east on the wind-rippled
surface of Matagami moved a black
speck. Finlay focused his glasses.
It was a big Peterboro driven by
an outboard motor, with a crew of
four men.
"Do you recognize any of them?”
he asked McNab.
"Not yet. But it’s from Isadore’s.
He’s got the only outboard motor in
this country.”
The two returned to the trade
room while Finlay made his plans.
"Whoever it is, McNab, get them in
here and pump them dry. We'U lie
up there in the fur-loft and hear it
alL TeU them we stopped for grub
yesterday, on our way to Rupert.
That may send them hunting us
down river. And we'U surprise Isa
dore when we show up at Waswa
nipi.”
"Correct. I’ll handle those In
dians."
“Make them talk even if you have
to feed them some of that scotch
of yours. It will be legal for it's
an order from the police.”
The two men grinned. "Leave it
to me. Sergeant.”
Red and Blaise appeared with
their Lee-Enfields.
“Don't think you'll need them.
Red,” said Finlay. “Now we'll hit
that ladder for the loft."
“I'll have another look and let you
know what I see,” said McNab, as
the three men disappeared through
the trap-door of the fur-loft.
As they lay on the floor of hand
hewn, spruce planks near the open
ing. Finlay outlined his conversa
tion with McNab.
“Suppose Tete-Blanche is in that
canoe?” queried. Red.
“Our job is Isadore!” cautioned
Finlay. “What we want today is
information. A fight, here, will spoil
it all."
Red chuckled. “I wasn’t serious,
chief, I was only worrying about
Blaise. We'll have to lie on him to
keep him from jumping through that
hatch.”
Brassard’s slit eyes glittered In
the half-light as he grunted: “I can
wait. But dis big fallar wid red
head, we have tough time to keep
his mout’ shut!”
Red shook Blaise’s calloused paw.
“Now we’re square, you old wol
verine!”
“Shut-up!” snapped Finlay.
“Someone’s coming!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
INFORMATION FOR THOSE
WHO ARE OVERWEIGHT
True obesity is a constitutional
disorder in which there is a com
pulsory tendency to gain weight un
Dr. Nathan S.
Davis III
less the intake of
food and expendi
ture of energy are
kept under control
all of the time. In
this condition, the
body tissues have a
greater tendency
than normal to de
posit fat.
Fortunately
many people who
are overweight do not have this ab
normal condition. During childhood,
adolescence and early adult life, a
high calorie, high vitamin, high pro
tein diet containing adequate min
erals is necessary for normal
growth. At this period of life people
are most active physically and need
more calories. Thus they become
accustomed to eating large amounts
of food, are not satisfied with small
er quantities. When they stop grow
ing and go to work they are apt to
be less active physically and require
less food. But they continue their
usual high calorie diet and the
Infant Deaths in the United States
Deaths per 1,000 Live Births
* 1
1919
866
■ 1
1929
679
portion no longer needed for the
production of heat and energy Is
converted into fat. Sometimes such
a gain in weight does not come
until the individual changes from
hard manual labor to some less
arduous type work.
Gains During Pregnancy.
During pregnancy and while nurs
ing their babies, women have to eat
enough to nourish two and so eat
much more than they did formerly.
Then when the baby is weaned
they continue on the high calorie
diet As they no longer require the
extra nourishment they gain weight
and lose their lovely girlish figures.
The change of life in some 20 or
30 per cent of women so affects the
balance between the various glands
that their diet causes them to gain
weight.
It is relatively easy for those who
are overweight because they eat
more calories than they require, to
reduce. Those who have the hered
itary abnormal tendency to accumu
late fat, water and salt find it much
more difficult. Many believe that
exercise, even violent exercise, is
necessary if weight is to be lost.
Those who have never engaged in
athletics or who are too old to en
gage in them, consider passive ex
ercise or massage indispensible.
While exercise is good if started
gradually and not carried to ex
tremes, weight can often be lost more
easily and rapidly without it. Exer
cise increases hunger and thirst and
makes it more difficult to stick to a
restricted diet and so harder to lose
weight.
Low Calorie Diet.
A low calorie diet (1,000 to 1,200
calories) is absolutely necessary
for weight reduction. Such a diet
can often be best tolerated if a
cracker, a glass of fruit juice, or of
skim milk is taken between meals.
Thus low blood sugars that cause
ravenous hunger are avoided Any
reducing diet must contain enough
vitamins, minerals and proteins to
satisfy the body requirements. It
should contain one pint of skim milk,
one egg, two ounces of fish, meat or
fowl, three servings of vegetables
(one of them raw) including pota
toes, two servings of fruit (one of
them raw) and one and one-half pat
ties of butter. It should contain a
minimum of fats, sugars, sweets
and starches and the fluid intake
should be decreased. To make it
quantitively more satifying. eat
more meat, cheese and leafy vege
tables may be taken.
When you have thus lost enough,
add to your reducing diet just
enough to enable you to maintain
the desired weight. If you go back
to your old diet, you will again rap
idly put on the pounds.
“The constant drip will wear
away the stone; the constant
imperfection of nutrition,
though this be relatively
slight, will wear away the
body." — Sir Robert McCar
rison.
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QUESTION BOX
Send questions to Dr. Nathan S. Davis III.
Winnetka. 111. (Enclose a self-addressed,
stamped envelope.)
Q.—What is vitamin B. and what
vegetables or foods are highest in
this vitamin? S. L.
A.—Vitamin B is a complex mix
ture of chemical compounds re
quired to aid the utilization of foods
by the cells of the body. Lima,
navy, kidney and soy beans, buck- |
wheat, whole wheat flour, ham and
pork, beef, kidneys, liver, yeast,
peas, and various nuts contain this
vitamin.
Learn to Sew if Your Budget
Is Limited—It's Fun. Too!
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
THIS year the fashion picture is
literally packed with drama.
What with a whirl of midwinter fes
tivities and gala occasions in full
swing one is almost sure to yearn
for more than the usual amount of
clothes glamour. The good news is
that, by making sewing your hob
by, you can easily manage to have
an enchanting array without suffer
ing a single budget twinge.
Simply pick the pattern that
measures up to your idea of a dream
dress, get your material in hand and
then dash off to your nearest local
sewing center where expert help is
cheerfully given in sewing short
cuts and fashion tricks, at little or
no expense.
Fabric counters are literally bub
bling over with an endless display
of smart, inexpensive rayon jerseys,
tweedy weaves that tailor beauti
fully. gorgeous taffetas and moires
that look twice as expensive as they
really are; velveteens in alluring
pastel and brilliant jewel-toned col
ors; handsome laces of every type
from sheer to the new linen effects,
which, for the most part, can be had
for under a dollar a yard. This year
a merry war is going on between
traditional black-and-white and lush,
ravishing colors like fuchsia, tur
quoise, black plum, alarm red, to
paz, gold and beige, Kelly green
and seafoam tones and tints.
For the twilight hour and its flat
tering candlelight, there's romantic
elegance needed, and you will be
equal to the occasion if you make a
dinner dress which combines a long
sleeved, front-buttoned, long-torso
basque top of black cotton lac<
with a shirred wide-spreading ray or
moire skirt which repeats the black
lace in a hip border inset after the
manner at the gown which the fig
ure seated in the foreground is
wearing.
And again your evening splendor
will be definitely established in a
mist-blue jersey dress that molds
and tapers to your form in draped
and flowing lines like those of the
gown shown to the right in the trio
of evening modes pictured above
Drapery treatments are very im
portant and are outstanding this
season. They are ever so easy to
manipulate, even for the inexperi
enced. with the aid of a new molded
to-you thermo-plastic dress form
With an exact reproduction of your
figure before you. it requires no
special gift to drape the folds of a
material in a way that will most ef
fectively dramatize your silhouette
Gay and inexpensive materials
make the luxurious looking dinner
dress centered in the group above.
There is style distinction reflected in
the chrome yellow velveteen jacket
that hangs with easy grace from
broad-looking shoulders encrusted
with importantly new embroidered
motifs that are repeated on the pock
ets. This jacket would be lovely with
a candle-slim forest green crepe
floor-length skirt. Believe it or not.
the embroidered motifs that so defi
nitely enhance this jacket were
stitched up in practically no time on
a modern sew'ing machine, and the
finished job looks for all the world
like fine handwork.
The fashion suggestions above
are destined to turn your "date” into
a successful drama, and they will
inspire repeat performances in the
future.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.) j
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White Fur
In keeping with the vogue tor
"winter white,” this season, comes
the prediction from furriers that
snow white lamb will prove one of
the most popular furs of the season.
The young set is “rushing" the
idea. It's a treat to the eye to see
young girls wearing coats like the
one pictured. These coats are strik
ingly new, and they top the now-so
modish white jersey “date" dresses
to perfection.
Rain Now Calls for
Gay Fashion Parade
Away with somber attire on a
rainy day! No longer are leaden
cast skies, downpours of rain and
muddy streets a sign that one must
match the sombemess of the scene
with clothes equally depressing. Ac
cording to the new theory, a rainy
day is just the time to come out in
bright array. In fact, rainy days
are turning into cheerful events.
There are gay new capes, fitted 1
coats and trench model coats, some |
in white, some in blue and. most ex
citing of all, those in bright red
rainproof transparencies or proc
essed cloth, if you prefer. You can 1
get red or white boots to match.
There's style and charm, too. in
the new processed black satin rain
coats that are fashioned with smart
details and given a glamour touch \
in that the newest out are fashioned
with jeweled buttons.
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Magazine Tells What the
College Girl Is Wearing
According to a new women’s mag
azine:
College co-eds are braiding their!
hair in "country cousin" style.
Earrings are being worn with the
braids.
Sixty inch pearls worn on “Sloppy
Joe" cardigans are “tops" every
where.
Cowboy boots, plaid sweaters,
lime yellow shirts, corduroy jack
ets, the “V” neck sweater and knee
length argyle plaid socks also;
storm the American campus scene. 1
For the Young
Take yards and yards of bright
red net. Fashion this into a full
skirt. Top this with a snug-fitting
bodice made of jersey in matching
red. Outline the decolletage, sleeve
edges and finish off the waistline
with a single row beading of spar
kling red sequins.
Farm
Topics |
SPEED REPAIRS
OF MACHINERY
Quick Action Will Protect
Farmer From Shortages.
By C. B. BICHEY
(* triemStmt*! Kagimfr. Obi* State
Pmrao)
Farmers who immediately take
measures to protect themselves
against any possible shortages in
machinery or repair parts will save
themselves and thek neighbors ,
mpney and trouble.
The first step in this preparednaas
ciir.rt'P is the inspection of all
machinery and equipment to find
broken or worn parts that are likely
to fail the next time the machine is
used. Some farm machinery wtB
have to be partially dismantled be
fore the amount erf wear and tear
» parts can be determined.
If repair parts are needed, labor
can be saved by leaving the ma
chine tom down until the parts are
obtained. However, bolts, washers,
key*, and other small parts of the
machine should be placed in a con
tainer so they can not be lost during
the period erf waiting.
The aecend step in getting the
machines ready for 1942 is to order
reeded parts immediately. This
should be done whether or not the
dealer says they are available.
Back logs of orders for parts in the
manufacturers* files are powerful
arguments in getting supplies of
materials for filling the orders.
While the machines are being in
spected, all loose nuts and other mi
nor lacks of adjustment should be
corrected. Excessive vibration of
machinery in operation decreases
its efficiency and increases chances
of breakage. Lock washers help
keep nuts from working loose.
Good Farm Pasture
Will Aid Uncle Sam
Good farm pastures will become
as vital as munitions factories in
Uncle Sam's war program as the
demand for more meat and dairy
products increases in months to
come.
"The farmer's surest recipe for
meeting this demand for food for our
armed forces and our allies, lies in
undertaking an intelligent program
of pasture improvement that will in
sure him a good stand of legumes
and grasses," says a statement of
the Middle West Soil Improvement
Committee. "To accomplish this it
is important, first of all, that the
soil's productivity be built up by the
use of fertilizer containing phosphor
us and potash.
"Whether the crop is good or poor
will be determined by the presence
or absence of plant food. Thus it is
important to have the soil tested
to determine whether it is adequate
ly supplied with the necessary ele
ments.
"Agronomists at state colleges or
county agents are prepared to co
operate in making these tests and
likewise in providing recommenda
tions covering the use of fertilizers
on pasture crops in a rotation.”
Soil Erosion Called
A ‘Fifth Columnist’
No "fifth columnist” ever
worked more quietly than does
soil erosion on a farm, but one
difference is that evidences of
soil erosion are easily seen. Ev
ery muddy stream that comes
down the hill after a rain is a
warning that somewhere on high
er ground the soil has been loos
ened and is being carried away.
So says Prof. Paul Hoff of the
department of agricultural engi
neering at Cornell university. As
to the objection of some farm op
erators who know they have an
erosion problem but can’t find
time or labor to correct it, he
says:
“Soil erosion cannot be solved
overnight; nor does it require a
lot of work during the busy crop
ping season. A soil conservation
program on any farm usually
covers several years.
“On most central New York
farms, for example, such a pro
gram consists of rearranging the
fields into long narrow strips that
are level from end to end. Some
times one or more diversion ter
races are needed to protect the
strip-cropped slopes from unusu
ally heavy rains or rapid spring
thaws. The level rows of culti
vated crops and strips of sod help
to hold the soil and water.”
During the past few years,
about 2,000 farmers in New York
state have installed strip-crop
ping systems on their farms.
Guarding Machinery
Because of the national war emer
gency program is expected to make
it increasingly difficult to obtain new
machinery and repair parts, it is
suggested that farmers keep their
implements in good shape.
Farmers can prolong the life of
their machinery by observing the fol
lowing rules: 1—Store implements
in a dry place, 2—Overhaul machin
ery periodically, 3—Keep equipment
in good adjustment, 4—Protect wood
surfaces with paint.
