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Halt Wm9t Grow
Men from the state experiment station who have examined samples
of the best seed corn exhibited at the local corn shows, short;
courses and farmers' institutes all over the state say that
only from 10 to 40 per cent of the
samples submitted will grow.
Corn for Seed Purposes is in a Worse Con
dition than has ever been known .
A Grave Situation Exists!
How to Test Seed Corn
Enough ears to plant twenty acres
can be tested in a single day with
home made tester. Take a box six
inches deep and about two by three
feet in size. Pill the box about half
full of moist dirt, sand or sawdust.
Press it well down so it will have a
smooth, even surface. Now take a
white cloth .about the size of the box,
rule it off checkered fashion, making
squares one and one-half inches each
way. Number the checks 1, 2, 3 and
' so on. Place this over the sand, dirt
Take the ears to be tested and either
" lay J;h'em ou on the "floor, and mark a!
number in front of . each or attach
a numbered tag.. Now take off about
six kernels from each ear (not all from
the same place, but at several points
on all sides.) Put -these kernels on
the squares coresponding in number
to those placed on the ears of corn.
Be careful not to get them mixed.
Keep the ears numbered to correspond
EXACTLY with the numbers on the
squares of cloth.
After the kernels have been placed '
carefully on the cloth which covers
the moist sand, dirt or sawdust, cover
them with another cloth, considerably
larger than the box; cover this cloth
wtith about two inches of the same
moist sand and keep the box in a
warm place. It mus.teJ.ot get cold.
The kernels will - gerJninate in four
to six days.
Remove the cove,'r carefully to avoid
misplacing the kernels. Examine them
carefully. Some will have long sprouts
but almost no roots; others will not
have grown at - all, but the kernels
from ears which will produce corn if
planted, will have both sprouts and
good root systems.
.Compare the numbers on the squares
witlu those on the ears. Put back
int6 the feeding corn bin the ears
which " correspond in number to the
numbers' on the squares where the ker
nels drd not grow or ' where they
showed only weak foots.
The ears numbered corresponding to
those on the cloth which showed strong
signs of life are the ones to preserve '
for seed. Every kernel from these ;
ears should produce a stalk, every
stalk an ear.
A number of more convenient seed
corn testers are manufactured for sale.
They are all good any implement
dealer or seed house will know where
to get them.
If we are to have a corn crop
this 1 year, every ear of corn'
should be tested to see if
it will grow, before it ; ; is
planted. : ;
Suppose .: one dead ear -is
' ' '' ' ''ma ' ' a '
planted, the planter tails to
.... . e- - -
get one thousand stalks
corn almost 12 bushels of
corn lost V ,
'. .-. ': ';' ..' ' .- . ct.'
Leading corn : authorities
say that no man can tell if
corn will grow or not. without
making a germination test
' ... . :...;'
Particularly this yerr, corn that
looks good on the outside is dead in :
the germ, and positively will not
The business men of Omaha appre
ciate that business prosperity de
pends upon the success of the corn
crop, and are therefore making this
effort to arouse the state to the. ne
cessities of the case. If in any com
munity there is more than enough
seed corn to plant your own farm,
please let us know, that we may. se
cure the additional supply for other
parts of the state. ;
Publicity Bureau, Commercial Club, Omaha
FIND A MEERSCHAUM MINE
Mineral la Dug Up In Naw Mexlooand
Shipped to Manufacturer In
New York. .
There Is only one meerschaum
mine In this country. Up to a year
ago there might as well have been
none at all. About five years ago a
company formed to take over the
mine declared confidently that It was
going to make meerschaum pipes out
of the product.
"For your years we were the laugh
ing stock of the trade," said a mem
ber of the concern the other day, "but
we're doing the laughing ourselves
He flourished before the visitor's
.eyes orders for more gross of pipes
than anybody except a mathemlatlcal'
prodigy could count. And he snows a
picture of the new plant which is "to
be occupied very soon. At present
the work has grown to such a point
that the walls of the small factory
over on the East Side, New York, are
.bulging worse every day.
In the small building they can torn
-out only about thirty-live gross of
; pipes a day. This totals, however,
more than 1,500,000 pipes a year,
j which would seem enough to supply
'every pipe smoker in the country. But
the new plant will turn out 100 gross
;a day. One of the orders flourished
'bo proudly by the manufacturer is
for 500 gross and came from a Boston
There Is only one other meer
schaum mine In the world. At least,
nobody knows of any other. That one
;is in Asia Minor and supplied the ma
terial for all the meerschaum pipes
made up to a year ago. The Amer
ican mine Is about thirty miles from
Silver City, N. M.
NO REASON FOR BLINKERS
Tens of Thousands of Horses Are Now
Working Satisfactorily Without
. It. is eaid that the use of blinkers,
or blinders, as they are called in this
country, had its origin in the desire
of certain fashionable folks for a con
venient place to display the family
crest. Of course, the common excuse
is that they keep the horse from shy.
tag.. . . . ...
"There Is no reason why - horses
should wear blinkers," says a. writer
in the Bulletin of . the S. P. C. A. "This
Is shown by the fact that there are
tens of . thousands of horses working
satisfactorily without them, not only
In private carriages, but In cabs, vans
and ambulances and in towns where
the traffic is thickest. ;
"No riding horse Is. ever seen with
blinkers; they would be considered to
look ridiculous with them; the draft
horses In the army do not wear them,
and the large brewers and the chief
railway companies have long ago dis
pensed with -theui.tt ;,riVf, ren'r.o, f r:
! "We recently, read in, a German pa
per that their use had been done-away,
with by the authorities In Berlin.
Duesseldorf, Aachen, Koenigsberg and
Cassel In Darmstadt they, are allow
;ed only in special cases, and Hamburg
'has., lately decreed that they shall be
permitted only if they stand well away
from the horses's eyes, -.r.;.:
"The difficulty of dispensing with
blinkers, in the case of horses which
ihave been accustomed ' to them, even
for years, Is largely Imaginary. We
have known several cases where the
change has been made and there has
been no difficulty at all."
Still His Little Wife.
In a little shack at SparkhlU, Mrs.
Ellen Peck, aged 82, the "confidence
queen," released from Auburn peni
tentiary, is being guarded by her aged
husband as carefully as. though she
was the best woman In the world.
"My Molly made mistake" aaid
the aged husband, "but she's come
home to me now, wlt her nerves
shattered and her health gone. No,
you can't see her; she's suffered all
she's going to, and In future I'm going
to shield her from the world. Why,
she's the best little woman that evar
lived, and I won't have anybody both
ering her." '' -
So great is his loyalty that he nil
permit no one to say a word agaLst
the' woman who victimised men of
more than $1,000,000 anil brought dis
grace to htm and their children.
"She's my little wife," he says.
Estimating Power of Sea.
The "live power" of a furious sea Is
estimated by multiplying the mass of
the surge' by the square of. its speed.
When the surf, impelled by the' drive
of the broad sea, meets a solid ob
stacle, its pressure is thirty tons per
square meter of water. This estimate,
which is close, explains ''how water,
when continually' sapping' the foot of
a cliff, breaks down the land, forces
back the-shore line, and little by lit
tle, constantly and surely, ' increases
the sea's domain. A wave from 33 to
35 feet high, and 625 feet long such
a wave as the sea produces every 18
seconds represents power of about
1,350 H. P. steam per square yard.
"Boy, take these flowers to Miss
Bertie Bohoo, Room 12."
"My, sir, you're the fourth gentle
man wot's sent her flowers today."
"What's that? What the deuce?
W-who sent the others?"
"Oh, they didn't send any names.
They all said, 'Shell know where they
come from.' " ', .
"Well, here, take my card, and tell
her these are from the same one who
sent the other three boxes." Tit-Bits.
By JOANNA SINGLE
(Copyright, igix. by Assobiatad Literary Preaa)
The Folwells Frpncn,t:,car purred
expensively at thedQor',; and the
French chauffeur, .jQfistave. aristo
cratically bored, lookej. immovably
ahead and awaited, his. roung mis-,
tress, reflecting that he,.jwould have
to break the s aed ,llmlt 4f .. she made
her train. Her trunks ,h'ad gone to
the station the ..day, '.before. The
.dachshund on the back se.at of ...the
tonneau yawned ' in the Xase'Tet ... the
oeauurui ..morning,. in gearjy septem-
ber- ' 1 -? rvi '
Finally Miss Katherlne Folwell. ap
peared, perfect in. black f broadcloth.
She was palpablyVnoiv Intended for
life's grim realities, -She .would have
.been out of place to any,-setting less
than luxurious.. She knew. -this. Just
a year ago she had toMDavld Rob
ertson n. and as he, -hadi never been
sure he even wanted, 1., be rich, he
dropped out of her tife,. effectually
that it hurt. She had a. not thought
he would take herT.tT.her0word. . SO
life bored her. whtcjh& was. why she
had promised to go.rabo&d with the
Cheneys she hadn't seeft ;May since
their college days.t though they lived
far out in some suburb and had only
lately inherited enough money to jus
tify trips and leavingitheir two chil
dren. ; ;0dt tim : ' ,.
Oustave straightened 4 and gasped
politely as his mistress '. took her
seat and gave her order. "',. . ;
"To the country anywhere! I've
given up my trip," -h..said.
, He touched his cap, and they were
"I couldn't have endured-. It," she
said half aloud" the 'old round of get
ting away from yourself in. dirty for
eign places. I've got to Mve with, my
self anywhere I go, and rllke it here
as well as any place. ShS country is
at least peaceful." ".
' The car slipped up tise avenue,
past the - clangor f"v. downtown,
through the residence, district, from
woodsy suburbs lfiwaVcf the' river:
road. The sun wa.ai-itak but .the
fresh wind cooled her ):h4k.' Finally
they were gliding slowtyast -.nretty
Uttle cottages, wideatfak, flower
surrounded, almost "reaTcOuntry. '.,
Then,; without "warning, the car
stopped with a Jary and Oustave, all
apology, was' out 'J-tryihgV the ma
chinery. He ended-by -Wawllng be
neath the -motor, and.- after much
.tinkering, came out Jtotand explana
tory.' She was deaf" fo-xplanatlon.
She didn't care. v i-ryy-. ' - . -:
"Pardon, but the"sufl hot. It
may take an hour tend. Will
Ma'amselle- seek a cool .spot? . That,
garden,; perhaps?" .Hewavedi- with
Gallic grace at a cottage they' 'had
passed where ;ehil(ven r played : In , a.
garden.- ' . -;"'- -.''J- : . ' ......
She soothed Qustav5avixcitement
with a smile and wairVKfed up V to
the place: -This wa-4ss : sort of
thing David Robertson: had dreamed
she might" share with him,' a bunga
low guarded by a private hedge and
a sentinel row of : flaming holly
hocks. : She, too, - had , been, among
dream possessions then she saw
the .children Monde, rosy ' little pe6
pie.' and brought herself up with' a
start. She woulj not let herself in
clude children In her reverie of
David. His Income could never have
brought the dream of his lore Into
reality. .Katharine apohe lo the , lit-
end jot - the world." said '.David, the
boy: "And now you're here, we can
go to Uncle Dee's and see the duck.'
The children were on their feet tn
a moment, pulling her up by the
hands, drawing her after them
through a gap in the hedge Into a
sunken garden, exquisitely Japanese,
with a pool where floated mandarine
with clipped wings. , Everything was
cielieately" perfect even the brown
bungalow' off to the left was a de
light. The children threw themselves
upon her. hugging her.
"What's your name?" they asked,,
and she answered. ;
"Kittle, because I love soft' placee."
and she threw off her big plumed haC,
David rose end began to stick the-.,
pink hollyhocks into her crown of
rsunny hair, and.: time-passed. ' -Peacei
came into Katharine's mind,
ently the boy announced, with
cullne force, that he was hungry. She
saw that the noon hour had passed,
and rose. Tbey ' pulled her back:
through the hedge toward their own,
cottage. She would have gone any
"Uncle Dee has only beer in his
Ice-box. and he borrows lemons from ,.
lis." said the girl quaintly. ; "He dont
keep bouse and he hasnt a wife at
all. It's lonesome for him. " r
"It's too bad." replied Katharine,
"He might get one."
"He was going to. but she was too
spenslve," sighed the girl.
Kit thought of David Robertson,
and the humor died out of .her eyes.
Had she condemned him to a life of
loneliness? The boy rambled on ex
plaining. "'Spenslve means what".-you cant
afford to buy, like a wife, or a pony,"
be sighed ecstatically.
At the door of the cottage they met
Aunt Bess. She stared, and then she
and Katharine flew Into each other's
arms. .''-," -.-;-;;.;.... . . . .j
"Elizabeth Norton! Where did you
spring from?" .
"May and Tom . imported me to
guard the kiddles while they go round"
the globe thought you were , going,
too? Haven't seen you in years t.
Heaven must have sent you today. .
The . nurse was called away) and Mrs: '
Scott, next door, is ill. I must go back,
and help. Will you 'go In and feed
yourself and the babies and prom
ise to stay all night with me ?" Kath-,
arlne promised. . "Go In and get Into
one of May's house dresses and keep
house though IH 'wager you never
lifted a cup! I must ge." '
' Katharine entered her old friend's
room, and presently came' out radiant'
in a pale blue wash-dress to play ,
with her friend's children. She re
membered wistfully .that she might
have married thefr uncle and been'
their real aunt..' Where was David'
how1? -"She did not even know protK
ably gone "to the end of the world:
tie ones hanging over thS- gate.
"Good' mornin'," ahswred the six-year-old
immovably. . "
" ,'Lo," placidly returned the four-
year-old boy. "Does, you- love : holly
hocks?"' ' - ' ':-..." s'r ' i
Katharine t said that ..she adored
them. Then she explained about the
broken-down motor and aaked If she
could come in their garden a (while.
Would their mother care? f They
were suddenly solemn. '
"Mother's gone to fnMetVd of the
world," she said quaintly, "and .Jirtv
Scott is drefful sick and Auntie Bess
is to her house and we're to stay
right here so's she can see us -till
nurse comes home." It came In a
breathless sentence, aa the child
clung, to. her little rtbrother. Then
she opened wide the' gatid.' "
"I'm sorry 'bout the cax, an' you
can come in an' play with us if you'll
be good." ,
She sank down on the green grass,
removed her hat and tried to woo
the shy boy to give her a kiss. He
would not, but broke a handful of
hollyhocks without stems and put
them gravely in her lap. The girl,
Janey, was hanging over a .bed of
mignonette like a white butterfly, y
When Gustavo's hour and more had
passed,- Katharine looked up from
her clumsy telling- of the - 'story of
the "three bears," to hear more ex
cuses. He could not repair the ma
chine. It would have to be towed In.
Would ma'amselle take , a s train, . or
wait . several hours untilhe. - came
with the other car? '-He'stood wait
ing, and a sudden "Whim ' possessed
her. , -K -
"I will come on the train. Don't
come back for me. I Way stop to
make a visit. Tell Marfe hot to ex
pect me." . She would. nQ -be robbed
of this new amusement she seldom
had been with children,' and the
sweet little experieote was bringing
her - a queer happiness. With much
prompting she told some of the
familiar child-stories, and then, won
dering at herself, madeop fairy
stories with an ease that fought the
little ones snuggling 'close , to her.
They told about themselves
"Father had to take mother to Um
Then she lost herself in simple seiv',
yice,"a luxury she had never known.'
the "sweetness"- of feeding ' little chil-
dre.n,,. Her past society .life- seemed
suddenly futile, empty. And whlle;
the babes slept away the late after
noon she came to her real, sweet, true
eelf' She knew where happiness waa
to be found, and if David Robertson-,
had been in her . world she would .
have .swallowed her pride and sent
(For him. f;
Presently It was after 6. and she
was eating oreoa ana muz wnn ine
; kiddles when she heard a - whistle. :
The children ran Uke wild things. ,
find came back dragging in a big, '
(leap-voiced, handsome man with',
young eyes and dark hair gray at .
the temples. .
"Here's Uncle Dee. Kittle!" they
shrieked . "Here he Is!" She stood
white and . overcome before David
Robertson. Her eyes burned like blue
llamo, and then fell before his de
'.'O David." she faltered. "O David!
; I sm so sorry "
In that second -she had seen all hla
hurt and loneliness; and something
r melted the' hardness of her heart. She
flung her- arm up around her eyes
with a childlike movement- Then she -began
to cry in his arms while be
kissed her. The children, overawed,
held tightly to one another. It was
long before they even remembered .
the children. Then Uncle Dee
stooped and gathered them Into hla
"Now I'm going to have a wife," he
explained grandly, waving a hand at
Little David looked hr over doubt
fully. "Alnt you, , too 'speiwIveH
be queried. . ' ; ?
"Not any more!" she declared
Joyously. "It costs me too much to
live without the only things I really
want."1 '....'' '
Relic of the Wesleya.
The Rev. J. H. Wlcksteed, vicar of
Bexley, Kent, has presented to -the-Wesleyan
Methodists of Gravesend
and Dartfo'rd circuit a tree from - the
vicarage garden, a sapling of the old
oak under whose branches John and
Charles Wesley, with George White-
field, often met in friendly conference. '
It is believed that Charles Wesley
composed some of his hymns under
Its shadow, and John In his diary of
September 22, 1740. writes: "I went
to. Mr. Piers (the vicar), at Bexley,
where In the mornings and evenings
I expounded the Sermon on the Mount
and had leisure during the rest of the
day for business of other kinds." He
was there again on Saturday,' Decern-.
ber-' 2, 1749, "and, preached about
eleven."- Church Family Newspaper.
The Old Story.
Young Wife (angrily) And to fln.sh
up with, sir, you're a brute
, Young Husband (sorrowfully) This
is nearly aa good as the scrapptnc
mother used to make!
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