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.
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