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national safety congress in Chicago.
Lifo on farms is full of peril, Dr.
Young asserted, pointing to a nine-
year survey of farm accidents,
made under joint auspices of Mayo
clinic and the safety council, which
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WNU Features
While international crises and domestic
difficulties have’been dominating the news
scene, American farmers have been rolling
up one of the most impressive production
records in history during the current year.
Crop production-for 1946 is setting an all-
time peak, 2% per cent above the record
output- of 1942, best previous year, and 28
per cent above the average for the prewar
years of 1935-39, a summary compiled by de-
partment of agriculture discloses. Wheat and
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Wyoming Homesteads Open to Veterans
WASHINGTON.—Want a home in
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with good character and good luck,
you might get one. First step is to
submit an application to the bureau
of reclamation project office at
Powell, Wyo., before November 25.
The bureau will throw open to
homestead entry 83 irrigated farm
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Statistics show that there’s an ac-
cidental death every 5% minutes, a
traffic death every 18% minutes, an
occupational death every 33 min-
utes and a home death every 15 &
minutes.
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to deal with safety in every field.
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Mark Barrell, young American lumber-
fcian. Is boss of a lumber camp near St.
Victor, Canada. Nat Page is his assistant?
Mark has fallen in love with Madame
Madeline Kinross, the young widow who
owns the timberland. She returns his
affection, but tells him that she believes
her husband is still alive, so that there
is no hope of marriage. Iler lawyer,
Horace Broussac, also is a suitor. Brous-
sac has made several cash offers to Mark
to get out, the last for $15,000. He tells
Mark that he intends* to marry Made-
leine, to gain her property as well as
herself. Mark visits the parish priest
to try to learn the truth about Eric Kin-
ro.ssi^4j'hg priest tells him simply
Madame Kinross is not for you.”
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Finally Gets on Ship
CINCINNATI.-After 26 months
of land-locked service with the
WAVES, Miss Edith Dunn finally
got aboard a ship—by taking a job
with the army. The Ohio river di-
vision engineers, local army unit,
resorted to naval tactics to help
solve the housing problem of 22
women employees. They are housed
on two quarterboats moored here,
the girls paying $15 a month rent.
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KIUI’EMWITH
disclosed that 38,700 farmers were
killed at work during the period.
About 133,200 farm residents were
killed accidentally and 100,125,000
non-fatal farm home and work ac-
cidents also occurred in that time,
he reported.
“The farmer usually is his own
boss or employs only a few men,
probably carries no accident insur-
ance, and is not as conscious of the
need for safety measures as those
employed in other industries,” Dr.
Young said.
the fog shut down? Do you think
he is going to stay and face the
seigneur? I tell you he is going
to get that girl to sail away with
him.”
”Dieu, no!” shouted old Andre,
springing to his feet.
t Hector Mackintosh put out a
brawny hand and forced him down
into his chair again. "Don’t be a
fool, Andre," he said. "You will
ruin everything. Horace is too clev-
er for you and me.”
"Aye, but the seigneur, the seig-
neurl God pity Horace Broussac
if the seigneur gets his hands on
him!”
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contoured strip cropping, with l»lans
ready for an additional - 2,25(^000
acres. Two-thirds of, all U. S. faiSms
are actively participating in 1,^75
soil conservation districts. \
4 GOOD WEATHER tavored t$e
‘Ari early? spring s'ent\ crops off to
flying start Ideal conditions, illus-
trated in this summe'r scene on a
New England farm, often helped the
farmer at critical times, such as
haying and grain harvest.
^Little wheat was lost because of
wet weather during harvest or aft-
er, but sudden ripening of grain over
large areas produced more grain at
one time than elevators or rail-
roads could handle. Drouth did
strike some areas, notably New Mex-
ico and Arizona, and prolonged rain
interfered with planting of grain sor-
ghums. The weather wasn’t per-
fect, but it was generally better
than 1945 and proved a big factor
in a record crop.
£• BIG BUYERS. Record produc-
O- tion and good prices have cre-
ated the greatest farm purchasing
power of all time. From total cash’
receipts of more than 23 billion
dollars this year, farmers will real-
ize a net income of more than 14%
billion dollars, or more than three
times the net income of 1940.
Like city folks, farmers find goods
scarce and prices above prewar lev-
els. As he shops for new shoes,
this farmer finds proof that the
average price of farm work shoes
rose from $2.53 for the 1935-39 period
to $4.49 on June 15. Prices received
by farmers for their goods had dou-
bled meanwhile.
Z MORE HELP, provided by re-
U. turning veterans and war plant
workers, made the job easier fqr
the farmer, but everyone had to
work hard, early and late, to handle
the bumper output.
Typical of the veteran's return to
the land, this ex-army sergeant and
his wife, former army nurse, bought
think that I shall go away,
a cousin who is a sempstress
Quebec. She will take me in.
cannot bear it any longer.”
v 6We Must Try Not
To Meet Again9
She was weeping, weeping deso-
lately in Mark's arms, and he bent
and kissed her tear-stained check.
They stood looking at each other
hopelessly.
"Can't you speak to Father La-
combe and find out whether your
husband is really alive?
Mark,
She shook her head,
not answer me,
"Why not?”
"Because it would violate the se-
crets of the confessional.”
"You mean that those three men
have told him the truth? If that is
the case, old Andre knows.”
"Yes. Andre knows, but he has
never told me a word. There was
a time when I used to plead with
him. Now I have learned enough
to keep silent."
"I’ll make him talk,
grimly.
"No," answered Madeleine.
"There is nothing more to be said.
?.<’ Everything that could possibly be
Old Dobbin may be man’s best
friend—but he doesn't act like it.
In fact, horses are involved in more
accidents on American farms than
I any other animal, including the bull,
raised from the seigneur’s lands. I ! Dr H- Herman Young ot the Mayo
pity Horace when the seigneur , , . ,
gels his hands on him." gates to the farm safety section of
"Where is he?” asked
"Listen!” Alphonse
grasped him by the shoulder,
you see Horace Broussac’s yacht
steal into the harbor just before
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*7 TWO ON ONE means good corn!
/» and accounts for this North
Carolina grower's pride in a prom-
ising crop resulting from use of
hybrid seed corn and contoured
field. In the nation as a whole,
two out of every three acres this
year were in high-yielding hybrids,
accounting for 20 per cent increase
in corn yields by department of ag-
riculture estimates.
In some sections of the com belt,
hybrids were planted on 100 per
cent of the acreage, boosting Iowa’s
corn yield to a phenomenal 61 bush-
els per acre. Better varieties of oth-
er crops, developed by agricultural
scientists, helped push production to
new records. Improved fertilizers
and new cultural methods also
boosted yields.
kO NEW TOOLS also helped to
O* swell 1946 production. Expan-
sion by REA co-operatives brought
electricity to additional thousands oi
farms arid made daily chores like
milking (above) faster and easier.
On July 1, nearly 53 per cent of al)
U. S. farms received central station
electric service and new customers
were being connected to REA lines
at' the rate of 250,000 ,per year.
Farmers also found DDT and chem-
ical weed killers potent weapons
against old enemies.
Production of new farm machin-
ery during the first half of the
year fell below the war-limited pro-
duction of a year earlier, forcing
most farmers to get along with old
machines. Tires, fuel and seed
were in fair supply, but containers,
steel products and lumber contin-
ued scarce. Farmers used more
fertilizer in their drive for maxi-
mum production.
' Alphonse-Vitard, the mayor,' was
closeted with Hector Mackintosh,
the landlord.
You may think you see millions
of stars on a clear night, but the
[truth is you can’t see more than
15,000 with your naked eye. The big
microscopes spot 500 million stars,
-fzcj the nearest one being 25 million
» miles away.
I All the stars are in motion, mov-
ing through and past each other’s
■ orbit in opposite courses.
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The lighthouse had just begun to
flash its one-two, one-two of warn-
ing through the night when Mark
made his way along the natural
bridge, and down the steps toward
Madeleine’s cottage.
He kept a sharp lookout for An-
dre G^alipeault, but the old man was
evidently in the lighthouse. And, in
the twilight, Mark was knocking at
Madeleine’s door.
She came out, she stood holding
the sides of the door, looking at
Mark, her breath coming and go-
ing quickly.
"Madeleine!”
He took her hands in his, and still
she stood looking at him, unresist-
ing, her gray eyes luminous.
"I’ve been to see Father La-
combe. I told him that I loved you.
I thought it right to do so. I asked
him what happened on the ice-floe,
and he refused to answer me.”
“He will not answer me,” said
the girl. "They know—but I am
not permitted to know what hap-
-pened to my husband. When I
said that he was still alive you
•thought me crazy. Now you under-
stand.”
“But, if he is alive, where is he?
Who knows?”
"Those four know—Andre, Hec-
tor Mackintosh, Alphonse Vitard,
and Father Lacombe. But I must
never know. My husband is alive
somewhere, I know, and insane as
the result of his exposure. He was
never quite sane. He would drink
until a kind of devil took possession
of him, then he would fight a
■dozen men at a time and * beat
them. He was the -most adored and
hated man on the lower St. Law-
rence.
“I know he is living, mad;
•^me where, and they will' riot tell
%“Ah, what is the use of telling me
llffit? Do you not sec my fate? I
nSqrried the seigneur when I was
fifteen because I was forced into
it—-and also because he fascinated
me. I was proud to be chosen wife
•of the seigneur. And there was
never any other woman in his
life. He had always loved me. And
there was my father’s little proper-
ty. What could I do?
“Now I know that he is alive, for
lather Lacombe has told me that
I must remain a widow all my days
—I, who was married half-an-hour
"before the fleet sailed, ahd did not
even know what marriage meant.
“Do you see, my friend? Do you
see, my dear?” She laid her hand
on Mark’s face and stroked it gent-
ly.
“Then we must not see each oth-
er again?”
“We must
again.”
“Then I shall give up my lease,”
said Mark.
She caught her breath sharply.
"Ah, but Horace Broussac? He be-
lieves in nothing. He laughs at
Father Lacombe. He wants me to
marry him in Quebec, come back,
defy them all. I am afraid of him.
I have thought and thought, and I
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in darkness; consciousness
became extinct.
corn production soared to new high marks,
followed by record-shattering harvests of
tobacco, peaches, pears, plums, truck crops
and potatoes. Other crops have come through
in good measure, with exception of cotton,
rye, broomcorn, dry beans and pecans.
Livestock production continued high, de-
spite critical feed shortages in mid-year.
Taking agricultural production as a whole,
1946 may stand for a long time as the farm-
er’s biggest year, the agriculture department
concludes.
The story of the farmer’s big year, as told in the pictures:
1 FARM RECORDS are being
1 • broken throughout the nation as
Jarmers wind up the biggest year
In agriculture’s history. This scene
of a farmer storing corn in tem-
porary cribs is being repeated
throughout the grain producing
aretfsT-'as* ‘ farmers * gather* \ in:the:
greatest feed’ crop ever grown iri
this country. /
FOOD NEEDS •exceeded even
heavy wartime demands and
farmers met the challenge with the
largest harvested wheat acreage
since 1938—940,000 acres over 1945.
The combination of improved wheat
varieties, good growing weather
and national yield of 17.8 bushels per
acre resulted in whopping 1,169,422,.-
000 bushel crop. Production of all
food grains set a new record—more
than 37 million tons.
During the harvest season, farm-
ers worked night and day, fre-
quently with multiple crews and
machines, as shown here, to save
the precious grain. The new crop
helped to relieve the bread short-
age which resulted at mid-year
when the nation shared its slender
wheat stocks with hungry people
overseas. Exports of wheat in this
calendar year may reach 360 mil-
lion bushels, highest since 1921.
2 READY FOR THE FUTURE.
With the help of this big year,
farmers are in better position to face
conditions ahead. Good feed crops
will help to maintain livestock pro-
duction at high levels and savings
of nearly 20 billion dollars provide a
reserve for poor years or farm im-
provement.
This West Virginia farm, with its
crops set in casy-to-work contoured
strips, offers a pattern for the fu-
ture. With his farm’s soil enriched
by lime and green manure, and
slopes protected from costly ero-
sion, the operator has the assurance
of maximum efficiency and mini-
mum production costs. As of July
1, 2,750,000 acres had been laid out in
said has been said in the past five
years. You must go, Mark, and
we must try not to meet again."
"I’ll give up the lease," said Mark
once more.
For a moment he held her close
to him, and their lips met. Then
Mark turned away toward the
bridge. But not before he had seen
Andre Galipeault standing at the
lighthouse entrance, a bitter sneer
upon his bearded face.
Had he been a witness of that
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Three Men Are Filled
With Fear and Horror
“They stared at one anqther with
white, quivering faces.
“Where is the American?” de-
manded Alphonse Vitard.
“Dead! Dead! A crisp in what
is left of the blazing hut,” answered
Andre. “I tied him and left him
there. Ma fol, it Was our lives
against his, I tell you.”
don’t speak so loud,”
Hector Mackintosh,
apprehensively at the
'What of Father Lacombe?”
"He shall never know,"
"Then we—we are
whispered Mackintosh.
"There are other priests to whom
to make confession,” mumbled Al-
phonse Vitard. "When one’s own
life is at stake, and the well-being
of one's little ones, one has to fight,
fiien. are wc sinners because we
chose that one man should die In
place of all of us?"
"But the seigneur did not die.”
whispered Hector Mackintosh. "I
tell you the whole thing should nev-
er have been covered up. We were
fools.”
"And Horace Broussac was a
knave, to keep the money that was
his lease, write to his backers. At
least there would be a small but
substantial profit coming to them.
That night he Would be glad of the
solitude of the shack. That night
he would fight out his battle alone.
He was almost at the shack when
suddenly he saw the bearded face
of Andre Galipeault rise out of a
clump of bushes. At the same in-
stant he was conscious of a vio-
lent blow upon the back of the head.
He swung about, with flailing fists,
to see two other men, unknown to
him, standing over him, with clubs
in their hands.
As Mark struck, Andre hit him
from behind. The mist-wrapped
scene began to swim before Mark’s
eyes, and he felt his knees begin
to buckle. Fighting desperately, he
was borne down, and once more a
stunning blow dropped upon his
temple.
He fell, and everything went out
itself
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seemed afire,
smqke 'came pouring into the cab-
in and rose above the tree-tops.
The crackling of the running flames
grew louder xand spires of fire
shot up and vanished in the curling
smoke-wreaths.
Mark tried again,
every effort of the muscles of his
strong body. Once the ropes
seemed to slip, but they grew tight
And it was growing insuf-
’ fcrably hot inside fhe cabin.' The
. surge of smoke was stifling. Mark
gasped as he tried to draw his
breath.
They’d think he had been over-
come by the smoke while he was
asleep and burned to a crisp, and
’ nobody would know that he had ®1-
[ ready decided to relinquish his'
■ lease of the seigniory.
‘ But what about Madeleine?
‘ If the seigneur was really alive,
what about Broussac? Mark felt
; trapped. He was riot fighting Fa-
ther Lacombe, he was fighting all
St. Victor, and he had always felt
1 that from the beginning.
Agdin he fought furiously against
1 his bonds, -and again unsuccessful-'
ly. The’hut was filled with smoke
now. Mark drew in great, gasping
■ lungsful of it, and felt conscious-
ness going out in death.
Nat Page, down at the mill,
watched the cloud of smoke slowly
thicken through the white mist that
had crept in from the Gulf. That
mist had blotted out everything. It
had made St. Victor a phantom vil-
lage, obliterating the houses, and
the masts of the fishing-schooners
that lay off the wharf. The very
voices that called to one another
from doorway to doorway seemed
strange, since their owners were no
longer distinguishable.
Alphonse Vitard, the mayor, was
closeted with Hector Mackintosh,
the landlord, in a back room of the
hotel. There were two glasses and
a bottle of spirits upon the table
between them, and at first sight
you might have thought the two men
were drunk. It was only after an-
other glance that it became evident
that they were not drunk—only
shaking with mortal fear.
There was a fumbling at the door,
and Andre Galipeault, of the light-
house, staggered in. His face was
blanched a deathly white above* his
gray beard. He dropped into a
• chair, poured himself out a glass
of raw. spirits and drained It.
"Eh, well?”- asked Alphonse Vi-
• “We have* done what we agreed
. to do. Have we not wives and fam-
ilies? Are not our own lives at
stake? Why should we die and our
families starve, because an outsid-
er comes into St. Victor to spy?”
“I have sometimes wondered,”
said Hector Mackintosh, “whether
that Monsieur Darrell was really
a spy. It may be that he was hon-
est. He certainly was a lumber-
man.”
“What have we to do with that?”
shouted Andre. “Who gave us our
orders? Monsieur Broussac. Who
threatened u* with the loss of our
lives, or at least, swore that we
should never see St. Victor again,
unless we did what he told us?
Who showed us that cabled dispatch
from France?”
f ty H-M-EGBERT
good-by? Mark didn’t care, for he
realized that he was through. St.
Victor had got him down, with its
secrecy, its furtiveness, its hugging
of its own mysteries to its breast.
But what about Broussac? Mark
didn’t mind the ignominy of having
to go to Broussac and accept his
offer. But he had promised to pro-
tect Madeleine against the lawyer.
Now it seemed that he must aban-
don even this small dream. Yes,
St. Victor had got him down, with
its pertinacity, its dogged resolu-
tion.
It was fast growing dark as Mark
made his way down the slope to-
ward his shack in the little clear-
ing. The one-two flash of the light-
house was growing clearer. There
came the resonant bellow of the
foghorn, and, looking back, Mark
saw that one of the white mists
was creeping up the St. Lawrence.
Even as he watched, it blotted out
the lighthouse and the rocks, crept
upward until the bridge disap-
peared, began to envelop him with
its clammy arms.
Mark hit the trail, groping
through the mists toward his cabin.
On the morrow he would ten Nat
that he had decided to relinquish
Mark Gives Up, and «
Awaits the End
Mark could not have been out for
long. He came to, to find himself
lying upon the floor of his cabin,
his head aching dully from the
blows he had received. He tried to
move, and found that he was un-
able to do more than flex his Angers.
For a while he lay still in sheer
exhaustion, until a sudden flare of
flame showed him that the bush
around the cabin was on fire.
He tried to move his limbs again,
and now discovered that he was
tightly roped, so that all motion was
practically imf>ossible. His arms
were fastened to his body at the
wrists and elbows, his legs bound
in a similar way, and he himself
was bound to’one of the corner up-
rights of the hut.
The glare was growing bright-
er Torrents of smoke came pour-
ing into the cabin,
entrance Mark could
of fire running
bridge and sweeping in
curve about him.
With that he realized his predica-
One day more, and his an-
nounced determination to give up
the lease would have meant secu-
rity. Broussac, for some reason
driven to this desperate course, had
had him tied in the cabin, which
would shortly be ablaze.
The ropes with which he was tied
would, of course, shrivel into ashes.
There would be nothing to show
that Mark had not been overcome
by the smoke while he was asleep.
He began to struggle desperately
In his bonds, without the least re-
sult. Try as he might, he could
not move a limb. At last he gave
up the fight and lay, panting,
waiting for the end.
All the woods about the bridge
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Stewart, W. C. The Electra Star (Electra, Tex.), Vol. 27, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 14, 1946, newspaper, November 14, 1946; Electra, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1219977/m1/7/: accessed June 23, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Electra Public Library.