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Loop City Northwestern 4. W. BURLKIQH, Publisher. LOUP CITY, . . NEBRASKA. The long skirt is the rage. If you •want to see the rage, step on the skirt. The poetry of motion is all right, but the poetry of emotion sells better to the magazines. The sublime porte is exposing itself to the danger of having its sublime nose knocked out of shape. If the Newport millionaires object to the curiosity of the common herd they shouldn’t keep a Harry Lehr. The new $20 gold certificate is said to be extremely hard to counterfeit. Unfortunately it is also hard to get. Of course M. Witte’s courtesy to his Jewish visitors was not tempered by the fact that most of them were bank ers. Philadelphia may vote its dead men. but there is ample evidence that it does not put them on its baseball teams. The Harvard professor’s discovery puts one vexed question forever at rest. The moon is not made of rreen cheese. Wait till the football hero comes on the scene and then see how much ice the star pitcher and the ring “athlete” will cut. Small waists, according to the fash ion authorities, are to be “the rage.” Plump sister, lace up with the fashion authorities. Professors may require measure ments to determine who is beautiful, but most people can do the measuring with their eyes. Astronomers all agree that the moon has become thoroughly dried since it was scooped out of the place where the Pacific ocean now is. We all know wrhat kind of a time the sailors on the steamship Montrose had when 200 monkeys and forty par rots broke loose from their cages. Some Englishman thinks there art too many Americans in London. There is, however, no complaint of a super abundance of American money there. The New York World suggests that we be kind to burglars. If they can find anything valuable in our house we are willing to share it with them. It is explained that the New York woman settlement worker who danced in blue pajamas for the gentlemen is 60 years old. She certainly acted like sixty. Blame the earthquake on the sun spots, if it is any consolation to you. But have you stopped to think the sunspots may be caused by the earth quakes? A London cable dispatch says the prices of sables have been nearly dou bled, but unless there is an upward movement in “imitation seal” most of us will not worry. The number of cigars manufactured in this country last year is given as 7,689,337,207. We are glad those last seven were included, for we think we know where they went to. Life, according to John Oliver Hobbes, is becoming hard and serious, and we need humor as a relief. Yes, and something in the way of comfort to enable us to enjoy humor. How would you like to be Mr. C. T. Crocker only son of the late Califor nia millionaire, who reached his 21st birthday last week, and now comes into his inheritance of 16,000,000? Despite the fact that peace has been declared, Godzyadani, Manchuria, is dying hard. Godzyadani looks so tough, despite familiarity, that we shall feel lucky if it is finally killed at all. » Young man, when your father says. “When I was your age I never had half as easy a time as you have,” he is usually repeating what he heard when he was your age.—Chicago Tri bune. Prof. Williston of the university of Chicago is much more pleased at find ing the remains of that dinosaur out in Wyoming than he would have been if the dinosaur had found him when it was alive. Mr. James Edward Britt, represent ing the United States, and Mr. Mat thew Oscar Nelson, representing Den mark, settled another international dispute in a method somewhat out of the recent order of things. According to Dr. Carpenter, a Penn sylvania surgical expert, the rush and hurry of living—the pursuit of the al mighty dollar—is the most plainly de ducible cause for the existence of ap pendicitis. Go a little slower after this. A New York theatrical manager has signed a contract with a young lady in California, who, he believes, will turn out to be another May Irwin. Her picture, however, shows that at pres ent she doesn’t weigh more than 120 pounds. The press of Montenegro enthusias tically receives the announcement of the prince that he will grant his sub jects a popular assembly. The afore said press consists of one paper edited and written by the prince. Let us hope the czar will not discover here a solution of his own press problem. The announcement that the pet hob by of the queen regent of Spain is the collecting of playing cards will excite a feeling of scorn in those prosaic and practical people who don’t believe in collecting anything but dollar bill*. LIGHTING LORE. ACETYLENE EXCELS AS AN ILLU MINANT. Gas for Lighting Formerly Confined to Cities and Large Towns, now in General Use in the Country. The satisfactory lighting of subur* ban and country homes requires that the means used shall be convenient safe, economical and furnish a bril liant, penetrating, effulgent light Everybody admits that these are not the characteristics of the candle or kerosene lamp, which, formerly, were the only feasible means of pro ducing light for domestic use in tbe rural districts. For generations there was a crying need, a yearning for something better, which was not satisfied. A few years ago deliverance came in the shape of the chemical compound, Calcium Car bide, from which, by the simple ap plication of water, the gas Acetylene is derived. Acetylene meets all tbe requirements fully and admirably and is being generally used. Common lime and carbon In the form of coke or coal are the raw ma terials which, fused in an intensely heated furnace, make Calcium Car bide, and there is no difficulty in ob taining it in any part of the country. The machine into which the Cal cium Carbide is fed and from which the Acetylene is distributed through the building to be lighted, is but little larger than a thirty-gallon milk can. and of the same general form. It is easily and cheaply installed, either in the cellar or in an out-building. The light from burning Acetylene is exquisite, and lighting experts agree that it surpasses all other known illu minants. It does not taint the air nor strain the eyes and is not objection able in any respect. Every up-to-date rural residence should be equipped with Acetylene light. Had Monkeys Work for Him. During the rush to the gold fields of Yukon an enterprising miner carried five Chinese monkeys to help him in gold washing. The monkeys had been used to severe cold and extremes of a vigorous climate, and the gold search er found his animal workmen most useful. RESTORED HIS HAIR 8calp Humor Cured by Cuticura Soap and Ointment—After All Else Had Failed. “I was troubled with a severe scalp humor and loss of hair that gave me a great deal of annoyance and inconven ience. After unsuccessful efforts with many remedies and so-called hair tonics, a friend induced me to try Cuticura Soap and Ointment. The humor was cured in a short time, my hair was restored as healthy as ever, and I can gladly say I have since been entirely free from any further annoy ance. I shall always use Cuticura Soap, and I keep the Ointment on hand to use as a dressing for the hair and scalp. (Signed) Fred’k Busche, 213 East 57th St., New York City.” See Virtue in Silver Rings. Silver rings are worn by laborers in certain European countries, the own ers being firmly convinced that such a ring is a sure protection against fits. This idea has probably arisen from the fact that mercury, commonly called quicksilver, was formerly used as a remedy for epilepsy, and by an erro neous process of reasoning silver has been credited with similar virtues. Black Sea Once Inland Lake. The Black Sea, according to chron icles mentioned by Strabo and others, was once an inland lake, connected with the Caspian, till some catastro phe forced its outlet into the basin of the Mediterranean, cutting off com munication with its eastern sister lake, which, indeed, has gradually shrunk, ever since, but, for awhile may have flooded its shore lands far and near. Blood-Curdling Cry for Beans. A wild man who recently terrorized the residents of Moultrie, Fla., and who was described as & “tall, ape-like creature, hideous, with long, bristly hair, and giving forth wild, blood curdling cries,” proved to be, when captured, a Boston simple life en thusiast who was trying innocently to get close to mother nature.—Atlanta Constitution. It is not necessar yto doubt a man’s motives if you know he has not the ability to act upon them. GET POWER. The Supply Comes From Food. If we get power from food, why not strive to get all the power we can. That Is only possible by use of skil fully selected food that exactly fits the requirements of the body. Poor fuel makes a poor fire and a poor fire is not a good steam pro ducer. “From not knowing how to select the right food to fit my needs, I suf fered grievously for a long time from stomach troubles,” writes a lady from a little town in Missouri. “It seemed as if I would never be able to find out the sort of food that was best for me. Hardly anything that I could eat would stay on my stomach. Every attempt gave me heart-burn and filled my stomach with gas. I got thinner and thinner until I literally became a living skeleton and in time was compelled to keep to my bed. “A few months ago I was persuaded to try Grape-Nuts food, and it had such good effect from the very begin ning that I have kept up its use ever since. I was surprised at the ease with which I digested it. It proved to be just what I needed. All my un pleasant symptoms, the heart-burn, the inflated feeling which gave me so much pain disappeared. My weight , gradually increased from 98 to 116 lbs., my figure rounded out, my strength came back, and I am now able to do my housework and enjoy it. The Grape-Nuts food did it.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. A ten days’ trial will show anyone some facts about food. “There’s a reason.” Unless Peace Doth Reign. We strive for wealth, we toil for fame, We labor after sound and show; We deem no sacrifice too great And stake a fortune on a throw. What splendid triumph shall be ours. What wondrous rapture in each gain! How soon we find the grandeur naught, Unless within sweet peace doth reign. How old the caution! Still we fret For sun and moon, for stars that gleam; We seek the distant, spurn the near, And barter substance for a dream. W’hat seas we cross, what hills upclimb. G, roses in the Alpine chain! We find too soon the prizes fade. If in the heart no peace doth reign. And though our years be humbly spent. No star of glory in our sky. No grandeur gleaming on our way. But simple duty ever nigh— When love inspires us to each task. The roses In our path to train, How clear resounds the joybells’ chime, F;r in our heart glad peace doth reign. — Boston Transcript. Truth About Barbara Freitchie. The house of Barbara Freitchie was not on the line of march, and it was, therefore, highly improbable that any general, Union or Confederate, would advance against it for the purpose of shooting either her or her flag. War, in September, 1862, was too serious an affair to waste shot on old ladies who lived on side streets. The real heroine of the flag incident was a young woman—a Mrs. Mary Quan trille, who lived on Patrick street. Ac cording to the testimony of reliable persons who lived in Frederick during the war, this Mary Quantrille wras one of those young and ardent patriots who got out of their way to shake the flag in the face of the enemy. “That crazy Mary Quantrille,” they were wont to say, “will get us all killed yet, or sent over the line, for her flag waving.” When the Confederates marched into Frederick, in Septem ber, 1862, and the wise ones drew in the starry banners, hiding them from lawless hands, Mary ran out on the porch, waving a small flag in the face of the passing troops. One of the sol diers jokingly called to her that he wanted the flag to give to Gen. Lee. Whereupon Mary stoutly answered that the flag was worthy of a better cause than the one for which his Gen. Lee and himself were fighting. This seemed to amuse some of the men, and one of the officers ordered the band to serenade the heroine. They played “Dixie,” “Maryland, My Mary land,” and “The Star-Spangled Ban ner” in front of her house. Mary still waved the flag, and one of the soldiers, who did not look gently upon her, as did his more gallant comrades, came up and struck the slender staff with his bayonet. The flag fell, and he trampled upon it. An officer stepped out of the line and reproved the man for what he had done, whereupon a comrade of Mary’s pulled a small silk en flag out of her voluminous sleeve and handed it to her. This flag she waved vigorously as the men marched on. It seems that every one in Pat rick street knew of this incident; but there was no talk of shooting on the part of the Confederates, nor was Mary regarded as a heroine; indeed, she was called “silly.”—Era Magazine for August. Larry's Bay Mare. When Larry came home from the war he brought the bay mare with him. She had done good service from the day he captured her from Bu chanan, the Confederate spy. In Lar ry’s life that was a day never to be forgotten. He was serving in the 11th Illinois on detached duty, acting as scout for Grant and Sherman outside of Vicksburg. Buchanan, disguised as a woman, had entered the federal lines and gained valuable information. Making his way out, he found his mare hid den in a thicket, and started for the Confederate headquarters. Larry was sent to overtake and capture him. He rode a black stallion. The two men met on a yellow, wind ing southern road. Buchanan fired twice at Larry and missed him. and then Jumped the bay mare over a fence, into a cornfield, and headed for a distant crib. Larry followed. Bu chanan rode round and round the crib, Larry pursuing. Suddenly Larry whirled his horse about so as to come face to face with his foe. They met on the corner. Lar ry’s bullet killed Buchanan; the lat ter’s ended the life of the black stal lion. Larry mounted the bay mare, put the dead man’s body in front of him and rode into camp. That’s how he won the mare. She was true to him. In all the wild riding that he did for three years, scouting for Grant, she never com plained at any hardship put upon her. When he was shot down on Pearl river and sick almost to the death hung over her neck, she took the water and carried him to safety. On his return to duty she turned her soft eyes on him and welcomed him in true beast fashion. One night he left her in a corn brake with the one injunction: "Stay here, girlie, until I whistle.” He was gone thirty-six hours and then came back hard pressed by cav alrymen. He whistled as he entered the brake and she came to him straight from the spot where he had left her. Now he was in the saddle and off for the fence on the far side. Twice he turned in the saddle and killed a near pursuer. Twice the mare was hit. But she took the fence and brought him out of danger. With the war over, Larry and the bay mare came to Chicago and Larry married. He drove the mare to a cart now through the stockyards district and she was the pet of the family. As the children were born they were taken to the barn to make her acquaintance. Their earliest childboood recollections were of playing in her stall and of watching her lift her delicate limbs so that they should not be trampled upon. Every family event—entertaining the parson, having relatives come, birthday parties, christenings—the bay mare took part in. Freed from her stall she would stand at a front win dow and be fed with dainties by all the guests. Yet she kept her nerve and strength, answering to every call for work Larry put unon her, just as she had in the old war days. Decoration day was the proudest one of the year to her because then, gayly caparisoned, she moved in the parade with Larry, heard the bugles call, saw the gleaming bayonets again, recognized familiar uniforms. To horses that had not lived what she had she seemed to say: ‘Tve lived the real thing. I was a companion of war—to me belongs as much honor as to the dead.” One day Larry was taken sick and he realized that “lights out” would soon be sounded for him. He went to his end as a man of soldierly spirit should, his affairs arranged, himself unafraid. But as he weakened he had the mare brought out each day to a window by the side of which stood his bed and she would stand there by the hour to take his feeble caresses, her eyes mutely questioning as to what he suffered. So one morning while he ran his white, knotted fingers through her mane, he said to her: ‘‘Girlie, the bugles are calling from the other side; I’ve got to leave you. But I’ll be watthing for your coming.” The wife came in later and found him asleep at last, the mare’s bony head close to his stilled lips. Now Larry and his wife had made a love match and through the years they had kept tender one to the other, so with his going, although she gave to the children all the great good in her, she clung most to the bay mare. It was pathetic of an evening to see her go to the stall where the shadows were already deep and talk to the bay mare of Larry. “We miss him, don’t we, girlie?” she would whisper. “We want him back badly, don't we?” To which the mare gave quick as sent in her own way. “It’s hard for a woman to be with out her man, girlie, after she’s walked with him many years. The children are good, the home is fair, but, oh, girlie, I want him back again.” The years have been many since the bay mare, too, went her appointed wTay. They came one morning to the stall to find her dead through old age. She was decently buried and until time and weather obliterated the board there marked the spot on the old Vincennes road where she lay a slab bearing the inscription: “Larry’s Girlie.”—H. I. C. in Chi cago Post. Civilians’ Part in the War. What man who served as officer oi soldier will say that he would not rather go into a battle like Shiloh, Chickamauga, Antietam or Gettysburg or any great contest than to run an engine with a train load of soldiers through a country where any moment, through the lifting of rails or a weak ened bridge, he and a greater or less number of his passengers might be hurled to eternity? Both in the east ern and western armies there were large numbers of these men w'ho through four years offered their lives in their count, y’s service just as much as any man m the army offered his, and scores of them gave their lives. Have any of them been recognized? We know too well that they have not. I can lift my hat to any of those old war time engineers and it would do my heart good to call them comrades and companions. “I presume there are others. The nation concedes that the patriotic men and women who remained at home performed a service of boundless worth, but for forty years we have been recognizing them and praising them for what they did, and the whole nation has recognized and praised the soldiers and sailors, and I suppose they will go on recognizing and prais ing them for years to come. I know, and you know, that much of this rec ognition, that much of this praise, has come because of the organization among the soldier element. I am sor ry, very sorry, that telegraphers, war correspondents, commanders of army transports and military engineers did not vigorously organize long ago and thus secure recognition.—Lieut.-Col. J. A. Watrous, U. S. A. A War Song that Lives. “We Are Tenting To-night on the Old Camp Ground” was a product of the darkest days of the gigantic, frat ricidal struggle between North and South. It expressed in words, to a simple melody that has the peculiar, indefinable, persistent quality of “stay ing,” the thought that was uppermost in the hearts of those who were watching anxiously at home, of those who were waiting in Southern prison pens, of those who were watching, waiting and doing on the camp grounds and on the battlefields. Wal ter Kittredge, in his personality, was a retiring, unassuming, scarcely self conscious man. To the last he failed to understand why so many people of whom he never heard, from all parts of the country and from other lands, wrote asking for his autograph. He had written a song and composed a melody which moved his countrymen to tears, and went about the daily af fairs of his little farm as if he was one of the most obscure of his towns men. And yet he did not lack some thing of recognition in his lifetime. His songs found a ready market and a portion of the profits came to him in the form at the last of a steady and not altogether inconsiderable in come. On more than one occasion, too, he had been the special and hon ored guest at national gatherings of the Grand Army of the Republic, where his immortal song was ren dered to the stirring accompaniment of the best music and the applause of thousands. And now, at a good old age, the life of Walter Kittredge ends, as the flow of a peaceful stream may end, swallowed up in an illimita ble sea, but his song remains and will remain so long as hearts are weary with waiting and yet hold to some thing of hope in the watching.—Man chester (N. H.) Union. More Than It's Worth. “I smoke to stimulate my brain.” “That’s like using radium to cure a wart.” Grass Headlands. Last season we visited a fine farm in one of the great grain raising states and were particularly pleased with the appearance of the fields. Plowing had been carefully done for years, so that the land was level and smooth and around each field ran a headland seeded to grass and just wide enough for a team of horses to turn handily without injuring the standing crop of corn. The fences on this farm were well made and properly kept up, so that the plow could be run close up to each of them if necessary, but this had been done long since, and grass now took the place too often occupied by weeds. Questioned, the farmer gave it as his opinion that the grass or hay cut on the headlands paid quite as well as the crop that would be otherwise injured by teams and implements, but his chief reason for adopting grass headlands was to keep down weeds and give the farm a fine and neat ap pearance. Every reader of the paper must confess that much corn is tram pled under the horses’ feet when cul tivating and turning at the ends of the fields and that the corn produced on the edges is often thin and weedy. Would it not be better to devote such land to the growing of grass and so render working of the crop easier and at the same time keeping down the weeds and giving the place a tidy ap pearance? Personally we are strongly in favor of grass headlands. They save time in entering a grain field with the har vester, enable a man to drive or walk around his field on the Sabbath day tour of inspection, make hedge trim ming or fence repairing easier, give a sightly appearance to the fields and a luxuriant look to the growing crops, besides making it an easy matter to run the mower near the fences and so destroy weeds that would otherwise go to seed. We would like to hear from our readers upon this subject and are ready to be converted over again if we have come to a wrong conclusion relative to the advantages of having grass headlands around the fields.—A. S. Alexander in Farmers’ Review. Plowing in the Fall. I do not believe that plowing in the fall can be recommended for all soils and localities, but I do believe it should be more generally practiced by all farm ers than it is. I always do all of the fall plowing that I possibly can, es pecially where I intend to put in corn the coming spring. If sod is turned under in the fall the amount of plant food will be greatly increased for the crop the next summer. I have also noticed that there are not as many cutworms, grubworms and cornroot worms the next spring as there were the spring before if the ground is plowed in the fall. Every pest that the farmer can get rid of he knows it to be for his own good to do so. The surface of fall plowed ground is drier in the spring at planting time than ground not so treated and some farm ers might think that it does not con tain as much moisture, but I find that it does. The rainfall is enabled to better penetrate the sub-soil which al lows the surface of fall plowed ground to dry more rapidly. If you have not experienced fall plowing, try it, and you will find that fall plowed ground has a drier surface and contains more moisture at planting time in the spring than ground which has not been plowed in the fall. I believe in locali ties where there is much rain during the winter, it is better not to harrow the fall plowed ground in the autumn, especially where there are fine clay soils that run together and pack down. If we have a dry summer we will find that fall plowed ground will yield better crops than spring plowed ground.—J. S. Underwood, Johnson Co., 111., in Farmers' Review. Food of Root-Tubercle Bacteria. As yet our scientists know but lit tle regarding the great world of bac teria that has been opened to us in this generation. We have supposed that the tubercles on the roots of pod bearing plants were supplied their nitrogen by the bacteria, which took it from the earth and from the air. When lime has been added to soils, the bacteria have in many cases been more vigorous, but this was judged to be due to the neutralization of acid by the lime. It may be, however, that these bacteria actually use lime and magnesium as a part of their food. A French professor, H. Flamand, has been making some experiments in the development of tubercles with wa ter cultures. The different kinds of pod-bearing plants behaved very dif ferently. Thus, vetches refused to produce tubercles, unless they were supplied with magnesium, while both vetches and beans showed they must have either lime or magnesium if they were to produce tubercles. Potash salts and lime salts stimulated the de velopment of the root tubercles. Now the question is, do the bacteria re quire these elements for food? Scales on the Farm. So far as possible, farming opera tions should be reduced to an exact science. The old ways of feeding by guess and even buying and selling by guess should give way to weighing and measuring everything. In the feeding of grains and ground grains, scales rather than measures should be depended upon. Different kinds of grains vary greatly in their weight, and if a man tries to measure them out he is sure to give more at one time than at another. Some of the brans on the market differ exceeding ly in this respect. Some of them are very light, being hardly more than the hull of the wheat, while others are quite heavy and consist largely of middlings. If a man has scales, he can very easily feed about the same amount of food each day, and there fore become better informed as to the requisite food required to produce a certain effect. Scales can now be bought at a very low price, and n few dollars invested in scales will give good returns indirectly lor many to come Fruit Trees and Mice. Every winter in some parts of the country great losses are experienced in the orchards by the ravages of mice. It is not unusual to take up a report from a state of the United States, or province of Canada and find numerous reports of the great havoc wrought by mice. We noticed a while ago a report from the province of On tario. Among tfie reports were these, which were characteristic: From Glengary: “Thousands of fruit trees have been ruined by mice.” From Carleton: “OP fruit trees are in fine condition, but young orchards have been almost destroyed by field mice.” From Parry Sound: “Mice were very destructive last winter and did a lot of damage to young fruit trees.” From Dufferin: “Fruit trees were badly peel ed by mice during the winter.” We might repeat numerous other reports of tne same general character. Re ports secured from various northern states of the Union frequently have a like tenor. Losses from mice always occur on young trees, generally trees that are one or two years old. These little creatures can do a very great amount of damage because it requires but a very small damage to any one tree to kill it. The mice simply gnaw entire ly around a tree at the snow line. They are after the young bark to sat isfy their hunger. The space gnawed may not be more than an inch wide, but it means the doom of the tree. It is no wonder then that a whole orch ard is sometimes wiped out in a sin gle year by these young rodents. They are especially dangerous where straw or corn stalks have been placed around trees, as this makes a hiding place for the mice. Corn stalks are frequently put around trees to protect them from sun-scald in winter. The trees are saved from this injury, but instead are destroyed by the mice. Where mice are troublesome, the best way is to destroy all their hiding places in the orchards and adjoining fields. In the west we have few stone walls to act as protectors of the mice, and it is easier to prevent their rav ages than in the eastern states where every farm orchard is protected on some side by a stone wall. Where the hiding places cannot be destroyed some kind of tree protector will have to be used. One of the best of these is a shield made of laths bound togeth er by wire. This is sunk into the ground around the tree before the soil freezes hard in the fall. The wire lath shield is inexpensive, and any man can make it. The wires are sim ply crossed between each two laths and the spaces between any two laths must not be large enough to permil the rodents to cut through. We woulc like to hear from our readers as tc their methods of protecting theix orchards against mice. Transpiration of Trees. The transpiration of trees is the process of the tree taking the water up by its roots, passing it up through the trunk and branches and into the leaves, and evaporating it into the at mosphere. The amount of water thus transpired by trees is very great. Even the ordinary tree thus uses sev eral barrels of water every day. There are many problems connected with this process that are only being studied and have not been solved. One of these is the power of trees to resist drouth. It would naturally be assumed that the tree that uses the least water can stand drouth the best The actual tests of the matter, how ever, do not carry out this theory. One Russian experimenter found that while a maple tree was transpiring 289 pounds of water, an ash tree, from the same surface, transpired 399 pounds, 110 pounds more than the other. This was approximately 30 per cent. It is known, however, that asb trees stand drouth far better than maples. Groves of ash trees ' and maple trees that came under the ob servation of this Russian experiment er were subjected to very severe drouth conditions in the fall of 1902 and the spring of 1903. Nearly all of the maples died, while the ash trees continued their existence and devel oped normally during the summer and fall of 1903. This is of great impor tance to people living in the semi arid districts. For some reason the trees using the greater amount of water are able to get that water from greater depths in the soil, and are able to hold up the cellular structure of the leaf with a less amount of water than others.—James Gordon, Anderson Co., Kas. Vitality of Seeds. The practice of sprouting seeds between layers of blotting paper does not give absolutely accur ate results, except to show what per cent of the seed will germin ate under those conditions. If a lot of seed be divided into two portions and one lot be placed between sheets of wet blotting paper and the other b* actually placed in the ground, the lat ter lot will show a much smaller per centage of germination than the oth er. It is one thing for a seed to sprout under ideal conditions; it is quite an other for seed to sprout under hard conditions, which obtain frequently when the seeds are covered with earth, and are put in at varying depths. Sewage Farms. In many countries of Europe the large cities are disposing of their sewage by means of sewage farms. A large part of the sewage of Paris is disposed of in this way. The results are excellent, and the fertility is so readily available for the use of plants that some of the sew age farms produce three crops of com mon garden t;uck per year. Such things as .ettuce grow well and sell well. There is no prejudice against the vegetables because they are grown on the sewage farms. It was at first feared that people would bo afraid of disease germs, but the clos est investigators were unable to de tect disease germs in the products. New Loses Its Strength Always the Same Calumet Baking Powder Is Hast Healthful, Whalsssma and Ecsnsmical Contributors Honored. “We announce the decrease of the new magazine,” says an editor^“also our inability to pay its contributors; but, in recognition of their services, we have made honorary pall-bearers of all of them, and will give a funeral dinner, at which we hope to see them all.”—Atlanta Constitution. Britain and the Suez Canal. Theoretically the Suez canal is neu tral. Practically, however, Great Brit ain owns it by purchase of the greater part of the certificates of indebtedness. Likewise that same power has a strat egic cover at each end of the canal. CHRONIC ERYSIPELAS Cured by Dr. Williams’ Pink Plllp, Although Wholo Body was Aff acted. Erysipelas or St. Anthony’s fire is a most uncomfortable disease on aooount of the burning, the pain and the dis figurement ; it is also a very grave dis order, attended always by the danger of involving vital organs in its spread. The case which follows will be read with great interest by all sufferers as it affected the whole body, and refused to yield to the remedies prescribed by the physician employed. Mrs. Ida A. Col bath, who was the victim of the attack, residing at No. 19 Winter street, New buryport, Mass., nays : “ In June of 1903 I was taken ill with what at first appeared to be a fever. I Bent for a physician who prouounced my disease ohroaic erysipelas and said it would be a long time before I got well. “ Inflammation began on my face and spread all over my body. My eyes were swollen and seemed bulging out of their sockets. I was in a terrible plight and suffered the most intense pain through out my body. The doctor said my case was a very severe one. Under his treatment, however, the inflamma tion did not diminish and the pains which shot through my body increased in severity. After being two months un der his care, without any improvement, I dismissed him. “Shortly after this, on the advice of a friend, I began to take Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, two at a dose three times a day. After the second box had been used I was surprised to notice that the inflammation was going down aad that the pains which used to cause me so much agony had disappeared. Af ter using six boxes of the pills I was up and around the house attending to my household duties, as well as ever.” Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are sold by all dealers in medicine or may be ob tained direct from the Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Schenectady, N.Y. More people would avoid getting Into the fire if they had sense enough to keep out of the frying pan. Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CA8TOETA, a safe and rare remedy for infants and children, and m« that It Beam the Signature of la Use For Over 3C Years. 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