The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 20, Ed. 1 Friday, August 16, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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Fi
timers’ Educational
and Co-Operative
Union of America
i- ' V *V y i”
Matters sf Especial Moment to
_ the Progressive Agriculturist
*
It is hard to keep a bad man up.
If it hurts too badly, smile harder!
The stingy man is intariably waste-
ful.
The weather is almost as hot as
politics!
The hen is the most Important work
In the world.
Remember that the cure for gloom
is “Drop a smile upon it!”
Sometimes a man is known by the
•company he tries to keep — and
doesn’t.
A pessimist is one who can feel the
razor pull before he gets the lather
on his face.
The bookworm is about as useless
as the hookworm. It takes brains plus
muscle to win.
Facts, like tacks, have heads and
points, and if you don’t always see
them you may feel them.
When a man makes politics his pro-
fession he begins to cultivate the
habit of seeing only one side of a
thing.
If a man would lead a contented
life, he must keep on the best of terms
with his stomach, his conscience and
his wife.
Worry causes melancholy, melan-
choly causes bad health, bad health
causes bad temper and despondency
and destroys good looks.
The young man who rolls a cigar-
ette while asking a girl’s father for
her Is either reckless or not anxious
to receive a favorable answer.
Nowhere should contentment be
mdre conspicuous than in rural com-
munities, where far from ignoble
strife for riches the residents pursue
the even tenor of their way.
BENEFITS OF COLD STORAGE
Equalizes Values of Food Products
and Regulates Supply to Conform
to the Demand.
_ o
(By H. M. HASTINGS.)
Cold storage is an evil only when
controlled by dishonest men. Prop-
erly conducted under lawful safe-
guards against the devices of un-
scrupulous speculators it equalizes
values of food products to the consum-
er, regulates the supply to conform to
the demand, provides a steady market
And consequently, larger profit to the
producer and greater satisfaction to
the consumer.
Co-operation among farmers, if
widely extended and wisely managed,
would do the same thing. It would
prevent the rushing of crops to mar-
ket wheii prices are k>w, provide cap-
ital to hold them, prevent ruinous
competition, reduce the cost of selling
and prevent losses through middle-
men.
Co-operation among farmer^ has
made less headway in the United
States that in other countries. The
two chief examples of its success here
are the fruit trade of California and
the co-operative creameries, of which
some 2,200 are in operation at the
present writing. To the writer’s per-
-sonal knowledge there is only one
farmers’ co-operative egg-marketing
association in existence in the United
States, and that has been kept up
more from a desire to adhere to prin-
ciple than because the members were
financially reimbursed for their extra
-trouble.
About one-half the egg business of
Denmark is handled by co-operative
egg-export societies, which* proves
that such a method of egg marketing
can be successfully carried on. The
■other half of the Danish egg trade is
handled by private dealers, who are
equally severe in rejecting bad eggs
And maintaining the quality, from
which we may judge that the system
of egg handling by private dealers is
Also capable of putting out a high
grade of eggs.
The loss in this country due to the
Actual spoiling of eggs constitutes an
enormous waste, which could in a
large measure be saved were eggs
given reasonable care from the time
of laying until they reached the con-
sumer.
Pull Together.
We must have a new type of co-
operation, not of the farmer against
the merchant and the banker, nor of
these against the farmer and against
each other, but of all working togeth-
er as a unit for the upbuilding of the
community where all reside, and
where the success of each means the
success of all. The farmer cannot get
along without the merchant; the
banker canot thrive unless the farmer
does well; the merchant needs more
people to feed and clothe that his
profits may increase. Mutually they
need each other; then why longer
pull apart?
Good Co-operation.
Co-operation is the “working to-
gether” of the community. That co-
operation which is an organization of
jn*m for the purpose of putting some
other man in the community out of
business is seldom justifiable, and al-
ways destructive of the co-operative
apirii.
MUCH WASTE IS ELIMINATED
Co-operation Among Fruit Growers of
California Saves Much of Crop
and Reduces Price.
Of all foods, fruit is the most nat-
ural, wholesome and refined. The ap-
peal it makes^is not alone to appetite,
but to taste, smell and the sense of
beauty as well. One would imagine,
then, that fruit should be of all things
the easiest to market, and therefore
the most profitable to cultivate.
That the re>al conditions should any-
where be the reverse of this affords
one of the most striking illustrations
of the fact that present methods of
collecting and distributing the prod-
ucts of the soil are—except in a few
instances of recent improvement—al-
together askew and out of harmony
wkh common sense.
Every year, while in the centers of
population fruit of all kinds com-
mands enormous prices, millions of
dollars’ worth perish on the farms
where grown.
By that, by co-operative endeavor,
all difficulties may be overcome, and
fruit brought within the reach of con-
sumers at prices which the multitude
can afford, and yet high enough to
yield good returns to the grower, is
being demonstrated by the successes
attending the operations of rfruit
growers’ associations already, organ-
ized.
t •
Conspicuous among these is the
California Fruit Growers’ Exchange
(formed twenty-three years ago)
which now represents 6,000 growers,
and which handles 60 per cent of the
citrus fruits grown in California, and
handles it in such a way that both
waste at home and over-stocked mar-
kets at the points of distribution are
alike practically eliminated.
Smaller but similar associations
handle about 25 per cent more of the
California crop, leaving only 15 per
cent to be marketed by individuals. J
The establishment of organizations
of similar character in the middle
west would eliminate much of the
waste and loss which occurs annually
in that section.
AID TO WISCONSIN BREEDERS
Many Co-operative Associations Form-
ed to Improve High-Grade
and Pure-Bred Stock
There are, in all probability, more
co-operative breeders’ associations in
Wisconsin than in any other state in
the Union. According to a census but
lately made by the secretary of the
Wisconsin Live Stock Breeders’ asso-
ciation such organizations have been
formed in all but 36 counties of the
state and more are constantly being
added to the list. Of this number 4
are of Jerseys, 19 of Holsteins and 22
of Guernsey breeders. In nine dis-
tricts associations have been formed
representing all breeds of live stock
and in as many counties horse breed-
ers' clubs are wrorking for the im-
provement of this important branch of
the industry. Each organization has
for its purpose the production and im-
provement of high-grade and pure-
bred live stock and the establishment
of the most cordial relationships be-
tween its members in the practice of
such methods of care and manage-
ment as will insure the most success-
lul and economical results.
LIME IS NOT A FERTILIZER
lt«ls Valuable for Correcting Conditions
Unfavorable for the Growth
of Certain Plants.
Lime is not a fertilizer Itself, sup-
plying plant food, like barnyard ma-
nure or commercial fertilizers. It is
rather a modifier, valuable for correct-
ing conditions unfavorable for the b£st^;
growth of plants, like acidity or a ten-
dency (in heavy clay soils) to puddle
and bake after a rain. Most soils have
a sufficiency of lime among their
natural constituents; and it is well to
be sure that there is a deficiency be-
fore applying it. A Michigan circular
says; “Perhaps the most reliable In-
dicator of the need of lime is the fail-
ure of clover to make a satisfactory
stand when other conditions are
favorable.” If your land produces a
good crop of clover, it needs no lime,
whatever the crop desired. Lacking
this indicator, the one sure way of de-
termining whether a soil needs lime. Is
by a trial on a small patch of ground.
“An application of lime over a whole
field Would be a waste of both time
and money if the field were not in
need of such an application.”
Become Independent.
Now is the time, the accepted time,
for us to call our wives and children
around us and say to them, I care not
what course others may pursue, but
as for us, free us from the all cotton
farming and the credit system or let
us starve. It is better by far for us to
live hard for* a year or so and then be
free, independent American citizens
than to be poor slaves all our llveB.
Deal Squarely With Boys.
Keep the boys on the farm by deal-
ing squarely with them. Give each of
the youngsters a bit of ground for his
own, then offer a prize to the one who
gets the best results, then watch the
young folks “dig in.”
Fence for Hogs.
In building a wire fence for hogs,
put one barbed wire at the bottom
and the worst rooter in the pasture
won’t root out.
Historic Blackguards
By ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE
Copyright, by the Press Publishing Co. (The New York World).
Lord Byron, Scoundrel and Genius
WAS a c -
| c u s e d of
every mon-
strous vice.
My name was
tainted. I felt that
if what was whis-
pered and mut-
tered and rumor-
ed was true, 1
was unfit for
England. If false,
England was unfit for me. I with-
3rew.”
So wrote a first-class genius and
third-class scoundrel, Lord Byron. He
was a very pitiable sort of blackguard
it best. Not one-tenth as bad as he
tried to make people think. Yet bad
snough in a cheap, sordid wTay to de-
serve decent men’s contempt. He
was tremendously vain. Not so yain
Df his poetry, which was great, as of
Che petty, melodramatic feats that
roused more laughter than applause.
Byron’s father was a dissolute,
worthless army officer. His mother
was a gambler, a shrew and little
Detter than her spendthrift husband.
rh.e couple quarreled and separated.
The wife took her little boy and went
Co live in Scotland on an income of
$650 a year. Byron’s father died soon
ifterward. On the death of his great
ancle, in 1798, the ten-year-old lad suc-
ceeded to the latter’s title and estates
aecoming “Lord” Byron. His days ol
fitter poverty were over, but their
nark never wholly left him. 1
Byron had been lame from birth.
Part of the time his mother over-
whelmed him with caresses and love
words. At other times she would
scream at him, curse him for “a lame
!>rat” and hurl books at his head. It
was a bitter childhood for the sensi-
tive, afflicted youngster. He never
forgot it. Nor did he forgive the
mother who made him so miserable.
He hated her to the day of his death.
Byron began writing poetry while
be was a mere schoolboy. It was an
Artificial, morbid era in English litera-
:ure, and Byron was just the sort of
writer to catch the. public's fancy.
He found that people were interested
•n gloomy, mysterious heroes. So,
both in life and in poems, he proceed-
ed fo become mysterious and gloomy.
He Hinted at black secrets that cloud-
ed his life and talked vaguely of fear-
ful crimes he had committed.
This attitude, combined with his
good looks, made him the School Girl
Idol. Maidens clamored for locks of
hiB hair and wrote him wildly roman-
tic letters. All this delighted Byron.
By this time he had plunged into the
grossest dissipation of London life.
He halted for a brief time in iiis ca-
reer of vice to marry a Miss Mil-
banke.
They were wretchedly unhappy to-
gether and parted in less than a year.
The true reason for their separation
was not made public at the time,
though the fault was admittedly By-
ron's. He proceeded to write a touch-
ing “farewell” to his wife. It was a
poem that sought to draw all public
sympathy from Lady Byron and to
make himself appear more or less a
martyr. In spite of this rascally ef-
fort popular opinion was against By-
ron, and he left England in a huff,
never to return.
He wandered around Switzerland,
Italy and Greece, leading a vile life
and writing marvelous poetry. His
Jaded brain was seeking new sensa-
tions of every sort. For instance, he
swam the Hellespont, watched the 'cre-
mation of the poet Shelley and at' last
decided to become a military hero.
Greece was fighting for independ-
ence against her Turkish oppressors.
Byron hurried to Missolonghi and
placed his sword and life at the serv-
ice of the Greeks. It seemed to him
a fine thing for a poet to draw blade
In defense of the Ancient Land of Po-
etry. The idea struck Byron as a
bit of genuine inspiration. He is even
said to have had vague hopes of be-
coming king of Greece.
But he found that drilling, march-
ing, collecting provisions and study-
ing maps was not as poetic a pastime
as he expected. It bored him. He
preferred to loaf at Missolonghi, tak-
ing long swims, writing poetic verse
and flirting with dark-eyed Greek
girls. And thus he spent much of
his time when he might have been
fighting for independence.
He also had a new ambition, name-
ly, to reduce his flesh. He tried to do
rhis by drinking vinegar and taking
long rides. The result was not what
he had hoped. In fact he fell ill.
“Don’t grill me as you did poor
Shelley!” he begged his friends.
There, after a brief sickness, he
died, on April /19, 1824. Byron was
only »*rty-six at the time of his death.
Gifted • beyond ordinary mortals, he
had wilfully thrown away the respect
of his friends and of the world at
large.
LOR D BTR O N
Duke of Marlborough, Prince of Time Servers
mHIS is the
story of a
man who
started life
without money or
position, and who
won vast measure
of both. He won
them because of
his good looks, his
utter lack of con-
science and his
military genius. It
jay which of these three qualities did
most for him.
DUKE OF
MARLBOROUGH
would be hard to
John Churchill—“Handsome Jack,”
as he was nicknamed—came of an old,
impoverished family. He was born
inr1650, had almost np early education
and became a page to the duke of York
(afterward James II.). Charles II., the
duke of York’s brother, was king of
Englapd and ruled a dissolute court,
where wit and beauty brought far
higher rewards than, did mere merit.
He soon, worked his way into the
duke of York’s favor and received
from him a commission in the army.
As a soldier he showed both valor and
martial skill. But it is doubtful if
he would have risen as rapidly as he
did were it not for the very shady
means he employed for his own ad-
vancement. His good looks and his
unscrupulous conduct brought him
money and swift promotion. He
strengthened his position by marrying
Sarah Jennings, a woman much of
his own sort, and even more ambi-
tious.
James II, came to the throne in
1685, and his favorite courtier,
Churchill, was made a general and a
baron. “Handsome Jack” owed every-
thing to James. Yet, when the latter
was attacked by William Prince of Or-'
ange, who claimed the English crown,
Churchill quickly saw that William
would be the victor, and decided to
throw his fortunes with him. So.
when James Churchill calmly went
over to The enemy and took the army
with him, Janies 'deserted, fled to
France and the Prince of Orange be-
came king William III. of England.
Churchill gained new honors by this
bit of treachery'
William’s reign was not wholly pop-
ular. It looked at one time as if
James might possibly regain his lost
crown. Churchill, in order to make
certain of being on the winning kide,
served with William openly and kept
up a secret correspondence with
James. William learned of this and
had Churchill thrown Into prison. For
a less lucky, less shifty man. this ex-
posure to treason would have meant
political ruin. But Churchill man-
aged to secure his freedom and even
“ >
to win back some of his besmirched
reputation.
William died childless, and at his
death the English crown went to
James’ youngest daughter, Anne.
Churchill had foreseen this, and had
made his plans accordingly. He had
managed to install his clever wife as
Anne’s chief lady-in-waiting and to
win for himself the new queen’s trust
and admiration. Anne—stupid, weak,
good natured—was the willing and
meek slave of the imperious Lady
Churchill, obeying her every wish,
heaping honors on her tricky hus-
band; ever enriching the couple.
Churchill was made commander-in-
chief of England’s forces in the con-
tinental war. Here he showed bril-
liant genius. He ^von battle after bat-
tle, campaign after campaign; amaz-
ing the world with his military skill.
He also gained himself a name for
humanity, during these wars, in spite
of the fact that he burned more than
300 towns, villages and castles in
Germany alone.
Flushed with triumph, he came back
to England. Foreign governments
granted him high honors. Queen Anne
made him duke of Marlborough and
lavished priceless gifts on him.
Among other presents from her he re-
ceived the huge estate of “Blenheim”
(named for one of his victories), and
a castle was built there for him at
royal expense.
For years he and his wife practi-
cally ruled England, through the
weak old queen. But for the duchess
of Marlborough’s bad temper they
might perhaps have continued »o un-
til the end. But the duchess at last,
in 1711, lost her temper once too often
with the patient Anne. She is even
rumored to have slapped her majes-
ty’s face. There was a terrible scene,
and the Marlboroughs fell Into dis-
grace. The duke was stripped of his
offices and found it convenient to
leave England.
Later, in George I.’s reign, he was
partially restored to power. But his
old greatness was gone. He was no
longer fully trusted. Life turned bit-
ter to him. His only son was dead.
A stroke of apoplexy thickened his
speech and made him feeble “Hand-
some Jack’’ was an old, old man;
broken and a wreck of his former
'self. He died in 1722 in his seventy-
third year.
Calculating Nature.
“Is that a garden you are making?'
“No,” replied Mr. Crosslot^ “It’s s
subterfuge. I tear up as much of flu
yard as my wife will allow me to anc
then let it alone all summer. It’s just
that much less territory to run *h«
lawn mower over.”
J. P. DON’T KNOW AND HAS NO THINK
J. Pierpont Morgan, who knows a
few things about finance and art,
music and ecclesiastical history, got-
back from Europe the other day.
He had been away about six
months during approximately the
period the Stanley committee has
been occupied in taking testimony
and reporting. He has been up the
Nile, In the art and money centers,
and has done some yatching on his
Corsair, which arrived ahead of its'
owner.
The yacht, with members of his fam-
ily and grandchildren aboard, raking
the steamer fore and aft with marine
glasses, was at quarantine early in
the morning. Son Jack Morgan went
aboard the ship and found his father
at breakfast. Mr. Morgan’s niece,
Miss Annie Tracey, and her friend,
Miss Berwind, who were passengers,
were at the same table.
The banker was very affable, if un-
communicative, when seen later. He
Panama with the rim turned up all
around and bit one of the Morgan dollar cigars and held his cane in the air.
He said: “Good morning” to the newspaper squad, but gave no chance for an
interview.
“Go away. Get out. Nothing to say. Wouldn’t say it here if I had!'
'Way. Leave me alone,” was his answer to the request for a talk.
“Mr. Morgan, will you-”
“No, I won’t. You know I won’t. Why do you bother me this way?”
He glared not so unpleasantly. Mr. Morgan’s face was ruddy, showing
that he had been out in the sun.
The young man suggested to Mr. Morgan that he could get his salary
raised if he could extract an Interview from him.
“All right. How much will they raise it? I’ll pay the difference. Give
you a check right now. But tell me how much and then get out.”
“Mr. Morgan, you were pretty close to Emperor William?”
He whirled. “Who said so? Who told you that?”
“It was cabled to the newspapers.”
“Well,” the Wall street power snapped, “what of it? For God’s sake,
what of it?”
“Winston Churchill made a speech in parliament.”
“Did he, did he?” inquired Mr. Morgan, becoming interested, and turning,
upon the companionway. “What did he say? What did he say?”
“He called for 500,000 pounds and expressed an open fear of Germany.**
“Humph!” said the kaiser’s guest.
"Do you think that means war?”
“How should I know?” he replied, without turning. “How should I
know?”
“But you were with Emperor William?”
“He did not tell me he was going to war. He didn’t tell me anything
about it. See, here,” continu*d Morgan, putting his emphatic fist under
the reporter’s nose, "I don’t know and I don’t think. I have got no think.
Understand ?”
THE RAPID
RIS
E C
IF CHARLES 1
). HILLES
C. D. Hilles, today field marshal of
the Republican forces, was, Jess than
four years ago, guarding the interests
of several hundred orphans in a
juvenile asylum at Lancaster, Ohio,
of which he was the superintendent.
His rapid rise in public life is a dra^
matic story and intensely American
in its illustration of the opportunity
i that, even in these days, awaits the
young man who does his job well.
From the hour of his renomination
President Taft steadily insisted that
his secretary was the right man to
head the national committee, and aft-
er a little consideration of the char-
acter of Mr. Hilles the seasoned poli-
ticians reached the same decision.
Who is Mr. Hilles and why has he
succeeded where his predecessors have
consistently failed? By what art does
he succeed as secretary to the presi-
dent, recognized as the most difficult
official billet In * Washington? Why
does the president prefer him as a
leader in the campaign? The answer to these questions, direct from th©
White House, is Hilles has “the poise and the touch.”
It was the Chicago pre-convention campaign that made Mr. Hilles a
national figure in politics. He had quietly organized the campaign in a
thorough and painstaking manner that permitted Representative McKinley,
the president’s political manager, to start with an efficient organization.
At Chicago, where Mr. Hilles was the personal representative of th©
president, he surprised friends and foes alike by his deep insight into every
move of the opposition and his ready defence for each attack.
His capacity for work kept him going until three and four o’clock in th©
morning without his feeling it. He went about his work in his orderly way,
carrying it to his rooms with him in his suit cases, as if he were about to
start on a long trip.
HETTY GREEN TO JOIN CHURCH
Mrs. Hetty Green, who is in her
seventy-eighth year, was baptized the
other day in the Episcopal faith in or-
der to prepare for confirmation as a
member of the church.
The ceremony was performed in Jer«
sey City by the Rev. Augustine Elmen-
dorf, rector of Holy Cross Episcopal
church, Arlington and Claremont ave-
nues, in the presence of Col. Edward
Howland Robinson Green, on whose
shoulders have fallen much of his
mother’s great business responsibili-
ties.
Father Elmendorf, as the clergyman
is called by his parishioners, is dis-
tantly related to Mrs. Green, and for
five or six years he has been endeav-
oring to induce her to think less of
things earthly. He kept his secret to
himself and labored ,diligently in hia
role of missionary by writing letters
or carrying the message to her office
in person.
Father Elmendbrf went to the Trin-
ity building, in New York city where
Mrs. Green has her office, on the day
of the ceremony. Although the great
majority of workers in the financial
Ustrict had taken advantage of the Saturday afternoon holiday, Mrs. Green
vas still busy, but as soon as she could straighten out everything she said
she was ready to go with the minister. Colonel Green had his car In readi-
ness and the trip across the river to Jersey City on their spiritual mission,
was made.
Several persons noticed Mrs. Green as she alighted from the car and
entered the rectory, but nobody recognized her. Even the sexton of th©
church was kept In ignorance. The baptismal ceremony was conducted in
the church. Owing to the advanced age of Mrs. Green sponsors were not
required, according to the church laws, and Colonel Green merely acted as a.
witness. The Greens returned to New York after the ceremony.
Mrs. Green will now prepare herself for confirmation, a ceremony fhaty
will he conducted by Bishop Edwin S. Lines of the New York diocese.
wore a gray sack suit and a small
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