Will Maupin's weekly. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1911-1912, February 09, 1912, Image 6
Seed Cora 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! I, 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 or sawdust. 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. : ; cr- t-f-ic .Ha 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 grow. 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. ; Address 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 now." ... 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 dealer. ' 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 Them. . 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. A Winner. "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. aasjgjg ANEXPEiSR&IVE LAD 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 off.- &mZZZ&;- "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 where -' "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 also. ; 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 vouring glance. '.'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 arms. ! "Now I'm going to have a wife," he explained grandly, waving a hand at Katherlne. 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!