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THE LAMPASAS LEADER
owe About:
ailroads
arly Settlers
abylon and Chicago
©. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
By ED HOWE
HERE is much sympathy for the
railroads because of the manner in
vhich they have been ruined by auto-
jobiles and trucks. . . . Still, the
ailroads ruined the stage coaches,
ly town (Atchison, Kan.), was once
amous because the Ben Holliday
tages started from there for the West.
Atchison was then as famous as Los
Angeles, Medicine Hat, Washington,
Chicago, or Kansas City, is now. Hor-
ace Greeley. Mark Twain, Albert D.
Richardson, Artemus Ward, wrote
hooks about it. Thousands of freight
wagons started from Atchison for the
gold fields of the West; the exagger-
ated buffalo and Indian stories col-
lected first at Atchison, and were sent
ut by the new telegraph to the world.
. Still, Atchison was “done up”
by the railroads, and no one came to
its relief.
* * *
Brand Whitlock, former American
■ambassador to Belgium, and writing
in France to introduce an English edi-
tion of an American book, said of our
ountry towns and communities:
“These early settlers were engaged
in a conflict with circumstances that
were too much for human nature.
They had to work to make a bare and
frugal living; they had no time for
culture and refinement. There were
few amenities and no gracious forms
<of art or manners; no background to
life, no racial memory, no traditional
'festivals or amusements, none of these
folk-customs that give unity and
charm to a people’s life. The majority
opinion was stamped by a narrow
piety and assertive provincialism
which ruthlessly imposed its tyranny
on the whole community. The only
escape from its domination and the
■dreary monotony of a harsh material
•existence was to be found either In the
physical debauchery of the har-roora
end the demijohn, or in the emotional
debauchery of the camp meeting and
the religious revival.”
I deny that early settlers anywhere
engage in a conflict with circumstances
too much for human nature; also, that
-men working hard to make a frugal
living have no time left for culture
-and refinement.
The grandfather of the present sec-
retary of agriculture lived in a coun-
try community, and asserts in his mem-
oirs that his neighbors practiced the
gracious forms of manners, and other
old and good customs that give charm
to a people’s lives.
I declare country people may do this
anywhere, and at the same time work
hard, practice frugal lives, and grow
in art. manners, and material comfort.
It is not neecssary for country people
to go away to rowdy colleges or cities
to learn good manners; the memoirs
of Henry Wallace’s grandfather prove
my contention.
And I further declare that good
manners are easier practiced anywhere
than bad manners, and more profitable.
Once I was traveling, and encoun-
tered a lot of Jews wailing at some
kind of wall. (They acted so strange-
ly that a crowd of loafers had col-
f lected, to watch them carry on, as
! idlers gather to watch a negro baptiz-
ing.) . . . There did not seem to
be a first-class Jew In the lot; they
looked like professional wallers. Some
of them had blue or pink whiskers,
and their wailing seemed to be an ac-
cusation against Arabs living In the
same town. I heard that occasionally
the Arabs beat up the wallers, result-
ing in rioting that greatly Injured de-
cent and hard-working citizens on both
sides. ... It was a poor and ri-
diculous show, and I soon passed on.
wondering that such folly had spread
over the earth.
I like better the performance of the
Jews at Babylon. They were taken
there as ignorant slaves, hut learned
everything their masters knew, and,
by saving and Industry, survived as a
race long after the magnificent Baby-
lonian cities had crumbled to dust.
Why don’t the Jews erect monu-
ments in memory of their really great
brethren, and cheer in front of them,
instead of wailing over their lost
cause? T should myself remove my
bat in presence of a monument in
memory of D’Tsraell, who, alone, cap-
tured England, which the great Na-
poleon was unable to do with his
grand army.
What a chance for Jews to cheer In
presence of a monument to Julius
Rosenwald, who captured modern Chi-
cago !
* * *
The people have always known a
good deal. I remember that when a
boy. if- any of. us got out of condition
and were fretful, mothers, the earliest
doctors, said: “He has eaten some-
thing.” . . . The modern preach-
ing that we all eat too much, and, in
nr greed, frequently eat something
ot good for us, is not new.
* * *
In nominating a candidate for Pres-
dent or constable, the politicians se-
ect one who is “good newspaper copy,”
to please the editors and reporters.
. I regret that this is so. A man
who is the best newspaper copy is us-
ually the worst possible man for Pres-
ident or constable. ^
* * •
One man said: “Be hard.” (That
s, mean, radical, quarrelsome, impo-
te, shocking.) . . . Another said:
e politely indifferent.” . . . The
dvice of the second man is far better
and less troublesome.
Distillery Grain
to Aid Dairymen
Cattle Feeders May Be Able
to Obtain Additional
Supply Soon.
There will be a “new deal” in ra-
tions for many of the dairy cows when
distillers’ dried grains and brewers’
dried grains will be available in great-
ly increased quantities.
Both these types of grains are
looked upon with favor by dairy cat-
tlemen. The largest outlet for them
is Id proprietary mixed feeds for dairy
cattle. Considerable quantities also
are bought in unmixed form by dairy
cattle feeders to be used as protein
supplements in dairy rations.
Feeding tests with milk cows have
shown that distillers’ dried grains are
equal to mixtures of wheat bran, cot-
tonseed meal and linseed meal con-
taining equal amounts of protein, and
that distillers’ grains from corn are
more valuable than those from rye.
Further, distillers’ grains were found
more valuable than brewers’ grains.
Other comparisons have shown dis-
tillers’ grains superior to corn gluten
feed, and brewers’ grains better than
wheat bran.
Dairy cattle feeders contemplating
the purchase of one of these feeds
should be guided by the eost of a
pound of protein in that feed in a
comparison with the cost in other
available protein supplements common
ly used for dairy cattle. Buyers of
mixed feeds containing considerable
proportions of distillers’ and brewers'
grains will find the analyses as guar
anteed by the manufacturer are indi-
cative of the feeding value.
When made largely from corn, dis-
tillers’ grains as a rule contain about
32 per cent protein. The fat, or oil
content is high, being about 11 per
cent, and the fiber content is low,
ranging from about 10 to 12 per cent.
Distillers’ grains made largely from
rye contain from 16 to 25 per cent
protein with an average of about 18
per cent. The fat is about 7 per cent
and the fiber about 16 per cent, al-
though the fiber may range from 12 to
IS per cent. When corn, rye and oc
casionally other grains are combined
by the distiller, the resulting grains
have a composition lying between the
extremes for corn and rye and ap
proach one or the other depending up-
on the proportions used.
Brewers’ dried grains contain from
22 to 25 per cent protein. The fat con
tent is about 7 per cent and the fiber
about 13 per cenf.
Several other products from these
and allied industries often are avail
able in the form of malt sprouts, dried
malt grains and yeast and vinegar
grains.
Clover Seed Is Scarce;
Other Crops Are Short
Producers of clover seed will meet
with little competition from European
producers this year, in spite of small
domestic crops. Supplies in Europe
are smaller than usual. The red clo-
ver seed crop is just two-thirds as
large as last year’s. Alsike seed pro
duction Is 30 per cent below average,
and the sweet clover seed crop is one-
fifth less than that of last year, which
was the smallest in ten years. Drought
and hot weather, which curtailed the
production of clover seed, helped to
increase the yield of alfalfa seed. Al-
though almost twice as large as last
year, alfalfa seed yields this year were
near normal. The carryover is the
smallest In recent years.
Demand for Horses
Receipts of horses and mules at
public stock yards were 221,142 for
the first eight months of 1933, as com-
pared with 171,587 for the same period
in 1932, almost a 30 per cent gain.
Demand has overtaken supply, says A.
L. Harvey of the animal husbandry
division. University farm. St. Paul.
Dealers are scouring the whole coun-
try buying, up all the horses and mules
that farmers are willing to sell. Foals,
yearlings, and two-year olds are espe-
cially in demand, and fillies bring more
than geldings of equal merit. The
1930 census showed that 86 out of
each 100 farms were operated entire
ly with horses or mules.
Agricultural Rakings
Thirty states now have farm protec-
tive committees.
• * *
Meat cures better if the animal has
not been fed for 24 hours before kill
ing.
* . * *
At Cornell, a wheat which is prac-
tically identical with the wild wheat
of Palestine has been made by cross-
ing a cultivated wheat with a durum
type.
* * •
Cotton growers in North Carolina
will receive an average of $11.15 an
acre for withholding land from pro-
duction in 1934, say state college spe-
cialists.
• • *
Hundreds of New York farmers de-
vote their spare time during the win-
ter months to farm study courses.
* * *
Government estimates indicate three
billion tons of soil are washed from
fields and pastures in the United
States ee«h year.
* * *
The Saskatchewan government is
making provision for the purchase of
sodium arsenite for poisoning grass-
hoppers in the province. A total of
180,000 gallons, representing 100 tank
cars, are required.
CODE of the NORTH
CHAPTER IX—Continued
—16—
The old fellow described the smoke
and country as best he could. He
brought a chair for her to sit in be-
cause she would not leave the door-
way. He tried to quiet her when she
became frantic as he described the
way the smoke rolled higher and
spread across the upper end of the
lake.
“Are you telling me the truth, Tim?”
she asked repeatedly and the man
swore that he was.
“Oh, l'or eyes!” she cried. “If I’d
stayed in Chicago the bandage was to
have been taken off tomorrow. The
doctor insisted I must not take it off
while I was away from him. So you
must tell me, Tim, and tell every-
thing. I’m depending on you, so!”
After a time, as her agitation only
increased, Tim attempted to take her
mind at least partially from the fire.
He talked of her errand, of the salva-
tion for the job that acquirement of
the Laird’s timber meant.
“Oh, the brief case!” she said.
“Where is it? Mac said lie would put
it in tiie safe.”
"And we will, too, Katie!”
Thu put the money away and went
on talking, trying to keep her inter-
ested in things of a more reassuring
nature than the fire.
At noon they were still in the door-
way of the store, with Kate showing
signs of the physical strain she was
under.
“Better come to my shanty 'nd lay
down a while," the man said solici-
tously.
She protested at first but Tim con-
tinued to insist that she rest and final-
ly his way prevailed. Slowly he led
her across to his one-room cabin,
twenty rods from the store. She lay
down on his bed and turned her
bandaged face toward the wail. He
stood there watching as long sobs com-
menced to rack her body and then
busied himself preparing a lunch.
While he puttered about his stove a
man emerged from the timber on the
opposite side of the lake and stood
looking across the neck of water to-
wards the buildings. His brows were
gathered and he waited as one will
whose first objective is to be certain
that when lie moves it will be in the
proper direction.
After she had rested and eaten,
.Kate Flynn sat on Tim’s doorstep and
once more the old fellow functioned
as eyes for her.
“Hotter 'n hot but she don’t spread.
That means th’ backfire’s boldin’,” he
said over and over.
Across the lake the man had ceased
his prolonged smoking. He walked
slowly back and forth behind the
screening bushes and impatience rode
him severely.
Afternoon waned and once he cursed
softly. He had gone further in his
pacing, that time, and when lie halted
and looked across the water Tim Todd’s
shanty was hidden from him by the
store building. Then he nodded sharp-
ly In decision and hastened through
the brush to where a canoe and pack
were cached. He launched and took
the few strokes necessary to send him
across the intervening water.
Then, very cautiously, looking all
about and with one long stare up/the
lake toward where all the available
man power of Good-Bye battled the
flames he had set, ran across the sand
toward the store.
The lowering sun was reflected
dazzingly from windows in the side
of the building. He approached one,
put his face close and stared within
The place was empty and he smiled.
This was a safe way; to use the door
would be at the risk of revealing him-
self to Tim. Slowly he shoved the
window open, careful to make no
sound, placed his hands on the sill and
vaulted within.. A moment later he
was passing quickly around the end
of the counter and dropping to his
knees before the safe. . . .
Tim Todd had been talking con-
stantly to Kate for the last half hour.
The girl clung tightly to his gnarled
hand.
“Looks better all th’ time, Katie,” he
insisted. “I’d like to bet they stopped
her at Otter cteek, though how they’d
do it In slash like that ’nd on a day
like this—”
He broke short as his gaze chanced
to wander to the store. Through a
window on the near side he saw a
man clambering through a window in
the other!
“I’ll be dusted!” he muttered, drop-
ping the girl’s hand and rising. “How
come that-a-way?”
“What, Tim? What’s happened?”
Kate rose, freshly alarmed at his
tone.
“Just somebody at th’ store, Katie.
Likely they’ll need somethin’. I’ll skip
over.”
He did not skip. He hobbled as
rapidly as he could along the path-
way, his old heart thumping in alarm.
Twenty-five thousand dollars reposed
in the old cheese-box of a safe and
some man had just entered the build-
ing with stealth.
He tiptoed up the steps and poised,
looking within at Franz, kneeling be-
fore the safe. Franz had inserted the
point of a wrecking bar behind the
inner door. He strained against it as
Tim halted: with a grating and a tin-
kle the lock gave, the door swung
open and the brief case dropped from
the shelf on which it had been placed.
“Here, you, Franz! What ’re you-a-
doin’?”
The words brought Franz to his
feet, an odd sound in his throat.
They faced one another for an in-
terval of strained silence. Franz was
By HAROLD TSTIJS
Copyright by Harold Titus
WNU Service
trapped, caught red-handed. He ac-
cepted the situation resolutely.
“You’d better clear out, Tim,” he
said darkly, snatching up the brief
case. “I’m on my way. Right now!”
“You’re a danged thief!” Tim cried.
“Shut up and get out l” Franz
snarled, walking toward him.
“Get out, be dusted! I’m in charge
here! I’m responsible for what’s in
here. Franz, you drop that satchel!”
He lurched inside and snatched up
an ax which leaned against the wall.
The younger man halted, balked by
this show of resolution.
“Put down that ax, you old fool!
I’m caught, fair enough, and I’ve got
to. go through with it, now. You can’t
stop me.”
“Oh, I can’t, eh? Can’t stop ye,
can’t I? Well, we’ll see ’bout—”
And quickly, stoutly, he swung his
ax as though he were striking at a
tree, driving squarely for Franz’s
shoulder.
The other leaped backward; the hit
buried itself deeply in the floor and as
Tim wrenched it free Franz leaped
the counter and made for the window
through which he had entered.
“No ye don’t!” Tim screeched and
lunged after him, swinging the ax
again. “No ye don’t! Ye can’t come-
it over me, Franz! Back into that
corner, young man! I’ll split ye in
two if ye try to git away, now!”
Slowly but surely Franz was being
cornered. The double hit swung in
wide- arcs as Tim advanced step by
step.
Franz’s face lost color.
“Get out, old man !” he cried finally.
“Get out or . . .” And then Tim was
looking down the muzzle of an auto-
matic pistol.
“Yah!” he jeered. “Ye can’t scare
me with no pop gun! Ye drop that or
I’ll chop yer hand—”
“Stay hack!” Franz gasped, com-
ing up against the safe and then the
automatic spat just once, orange
flame darted from the barrel.
Tiie ax lost its firm swoop of direc-
tion. It sagged and drooped and
“Oh, I Can't Eh? Can’t Stop Ye,
Can't I? Well, We’ll See 'Bout—"
dropped, bouncing and sliding to the
far side as Tim, with a low whimper,
raised both hands as If they were
great weights, to his pierced breast.
“Sl.'ot me!” he gasped in amaze-
GKmt. “Dusted If ... ye didn’t. . .
His knees gave. He went down
s’.>wly, wilting rather than falling,
slumped to one hip and then sprawled
shuddering on the floor. . . .
From the doorway of the little
cabin Kate Flynn had heard. She
heard Tim shout; heard another voice
giving answer and the tones of the
exchange stirred her to action. She
groped her way into the beaten path
as voices raised higher, as feet thud-
ded, as the ax crashed and smashed.
Her hands were extended before her
and she called out repeatedly to Tim.
Then, nearing the store, she heard
Franz’s final warning and Todd’s gal-
lant defiance. Lastly, the venomous
spat of the pistol.
With that, the girl ceased groping.
Her hands whipped to her temples,
fingers fastened in the white gauze of
the bandage and with a jerk she
pulled it from her eyes.
Sharp pains tore to the back of her
head. She puckered her lids against
the assault of light and wrinkled her
face against the sudden torture. But
she could see, and that was all that
really mattered.
She stumbled forward tiiose last few
steps, knees weak with misgiving and
when Franz, pistol in one hand, brief
case in the other, stepped over the
prostrate form of the old man he came
face to face with her.
A low breath, half moan, half in-
articulate cursed-slipped from the man.
Kate, a hand on the door jamb,
swayed backward, sick, as her eyes
though throbbing and aching, trans-
mitted to her understanding what had
happened.
“You . . .” she moaned. “You shot
him! You killed him! You’ll answer
for ’t! I heard evex*ything! I was
just outside!”
For an instant Franz stared at her.
Then an odd smfie crossed his face, he
shoved the pistol into its holster
against his side and he wet his lips.
“Yes, you heard. But, you see, you
are here alone,” he said simply and
the quality of his tone was ominous.
“And with you gone? What then?
Who would know?”
Behind him Tim Todd closed ona
hand. From his chest a dark stain
was spreading on the floor boards.
“You mean, you’d shoot me down,
too? Because I know?”
Franz laughed mockingly, and
tucked the brief case under one arm.
“No,” he said, and stepped closer.
“It isn’t pleasant business, I’ve dis-
covered.” A slight shudder traveled
his big body. “I wouldn’t harm a hair
of your head, Kate . . . unless it be-
came necessary.” He licked his lips
again; the lights in his eyes were
shifting and changing as he planned
a way out for himself. “I didn’t in-
tend to steal; I didn’t want to kill. I
wanted to block your deal with Mac-
Donald, only, but”—with a shrug—
“things broke badly. With the breaks
going against you, you do the best you
can. So, with you, there are things to
be done.”
“What things?” she whispered,
alarmed for her own safety, now.
“You are alone. When you go, there
will be none to know what happened.”
“No, no! You can’t do that!”
“I can’t? Ha!” He snuggled the
brief case closer against his side.
“What’s in here, and liberty, are all
I have left.” He caught her hand as
she started to turn away. “I can use
them both, seeing that they’re all I
own.
“We’ll start, now; just you and I.
We’ll be together long enough so I’ll
be sure I’ve a start. And then . . .
we’ll cross that .bridge when we
reach it.”
She commenced to struggle in his
grasp, twisting her arm to free it, kick-
ing out with her small feet. But her
efforts were futile. Franz dropped
the brief case, turned her roughly
about, polled her hands together be-
hind hei md bound them securely.
“Oh, help!” she screamed. “Help,
Hei—”
His palm cut off her words.
“No one near,” he reminded her.
"However, there might be a little
later. We will take no chances.”
The bandage •she had torn from her
eyes hung loostiy about her neck.
He put one arm about her head, draw-
ing it tightly against his breast, and
with quick movements slipped the
gauze across her lips, twisted a knot
at the nape of her neck S.«d then held
her at arm’s length, bound raid gagged.
Kate made inarticulate, raging
sounds, but he. paid them nb t*eed.
Lifting her in his arms, with only one
look behind at old Tim’s form, he
walked quickly out to his canoe, and
laid her gently in the bottom with the
duffle.
He headed up the lake to where the
smoke shroud, now hanging low in the
heavier air of approaching evening,
obscured all landmarks.
“Pleasant journey 1” he taunted, but
a queer and foreboding hunger showed
on his face as he stared at her.
Back in the store old Tim had rolled
over. He tried to rise and could not;
tried to crawl and could not so much
as get his knees up. So, slowly, at
the cost of infinite pain, he hitched
himself along half-way to the open
door. He saw the canoe making
.northward; he tried to call out. Hi?
face dropped again to the planks and
he moaned twice and was still.
• •****•
Steve Drake stood aside as the
other men clustered about Young Jim
Flynn, the men he had saved from
probable death and the others whose
hearts he had won by that achieve-
ment.
LaFane approached him, that grin?
smile playing about his lips.
“Broken, would you say?”
“Lord, no! Made!” Steve replied.
“He’s got the boys with him from
the start!”
“And he’ll keep ’em. _ He’s wound
on grand stuff. No need of your fear-
ing to let ’em know who you are,
now.”
Drake experienced an odd let-down
on this. The Polaris property was
safe, with Kate’s arrival; Young Jim
was finally on the >jb, capable, com-
petent and his courage had been spec-
tacularly demonstrated. There was
no longer any reason for him to use
another’s name; no longer cause to
be reluctant to reveal to Kate Flynn
the facts of his pretense. The twin
goals for which he had struggled
seemed to have been attained.
He drew a slow breath as he thought
of the girl. She was more lovely than
he had believed. The feel of her lips
had stirred in him all manner of in-
credible impulses. The impression of
a girl which he had built up for him-
self in those past weeks was a feeble
thing compared to her reality.
Evening was at hand. The fire was
under control. Already Wartin was
preparing for the night's work. Steve
beckoned to him.
“You told me where she started.
Got any idea how?”
The man pursed his lips and shook
his head.
“Must be a bug fire."
“What makes you think that?”
“Well, she come up over on the
southwest of twenty-four. We’ve had
no men over there all summer. There
ain't any berries in that country so
there wouldn’t he any Injuns there
lookin' for fruit. Nobody would be
going through that particular country
gettin’ from one river to the other
because there’s better ways.”
“Who’d have a reason? That w«
know, I mean?”
“Don’t be dumb, Jimmy,”
“I try not to be. Or to be going off
half-cocked, either. What’s in y--sur
head?”
(TO BE CONTINUED
POULTRY
•mrs-
CONTROL DISEASE
OF YOUNG CHICKS
Proper Handling Important
in Fighting Diarrhea.
The exercise of strict care In han-
dling young chicks Is highly Important
In eradicating bacillary white diarrhea,
states H. C. T. Gauger of the North
Carolina State College poultry depart-
ment.
Persons walking Into brooder houses,
rodents and other wild creatures, con-
taminated food, manure from diseased
birds, and unsanitary houses all are
responsible for spreading the disease
germs. Another source of infection is
In diseased eggs, which always hatch
out diseased chicks.
“To wipe out the diarrhea, all dis-
eased chicks should be killed and
burned or buried,” says Gauger. “All
brooder houses should be cleaned ev-
ery day until the chicks are seven days
old and then once every four days
thereafter. All birds and animals
which might spread the germs should
be kept away from the chicks.”
At least one square foot of floor
space should be provided for each
chick. A good disinfectant should be
placed In their drinking water, and a
well-balanced mash should be included
In their diet so as to build up their
resistance to disease.
To prevent the chicks from eating
food that has fallen to the floor where
germs may be lurking, the feeding
pans should be placed upon wire
frames at least one and one-half feet
square and an inch and one-half above
the floor. The wire should be small
mesh. Or size % hardware cloth will
also serve satisfactorily. The frames
should be cleaned daily.
Gauger states that a most important
step is to secure eggs or chicks from
hatcheries whose flocks have been
found free of the diarrhea after being
given the blood tests, or at least make
sure that the eggs came from blood-
tested birds.
Vitamins Destroyed by
Cooking Poultry Rations
Cooking poultry rations destroys
vitamins B and G and may result in
illness or death of many young chicks,
advises a writer In Successful Farm-
ing. This is the conclusion reached by
nutrition specialists at the University
of Wisconsin after careful tests with
cooked and raw feeds.
A ratfon made up of natural feeds
and fed raw resulted In excellent
growth, of the chicks. But when a
similar group of chicks was fed the
same ration after it had been heated
for hours at 239 degrees Fahrenheit,
it developed polyneuritis. This indi-
cated that vitamin B had been de-
stroyed.
Other tests showed that chicks de-
veloped pellagra when fed the same
ration after it had been heated to 212
degrees Fahhrenheit for 144 hours.
Then this group of chicks was fed
yeast which had been heated enough
to destroy vitamin B but not enough
to Injure vitamin G. They recovered.
This Indicated that cooking the ration
had destroyed vitamin G as well as B.
It is thought that only the vitamins
were injured by the cooking.
In the Poultry Yard
Food hoppers should be kept per-
fectly dry at all times.
* * *
All grit or shell hoppers should be
about one foot from the floor.
• • *
It is well known that geese live to
an old age, especially In pairs and
trios.
• * •
Merely a maintenance ration is In-
sufficient to obtain a well-filled egg
basket.
* • •
The turkey, an American bird, was
carried to Europe In 1519 by a Span-
ish explorer.
• • •
Ducks, chickens and other poultry
preserved by quick freezing and held
in cold storage six montlft? or more
are scarcely to be distinguished from
fresli killed birds in both appearance
and taste.
* * #
The total annual value of the prod-
ucts of poultry in the United States
Is about $S48,000,000.
* * *
Nearly 2,000,000.000 dozen eggs are
sold in a year, with a value of $586.-
,)00.000. Exclusive of baby chicks,
284.000.000 birds are sold, with a value
of $262,000,000.
* * *
Fowl paralysis did not respond to
feeding treatment at the Towa State
agricultural experiment station. Nei-
ther the cause nor the cure for this
chicken disease is known.
* * •
Out of a million eggs handled last
year by dock workers at Brisbane,
Australia, only one was broken.
* * *
African geese are popular because
they grow large In two months’ time.
They are feathered in dark and light
gray.
* • •
A 14-hour day of daylight and arti-
ficial light combined will keep the pul-
lets thrifty by lengthening the dally
feeding period. Morning or evening
lights, or low-powered all-night lights,
are satisfactory.
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