Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, June 3, 1908, Page 3

WHAT THE FARM DAIRY —_— SHOULD BE TO SUCCEED) Arrange the Building Conventently for Handling the Milk Product. EF RIGERATOR, i a Sox 46° re he eneine Jal BOILER, The accompanying plan for a farm dairy will give a general idea of the requirements for such a building. Ac- commodation is made for handling the milk of 30 cows and making butter. A cement floor is in every way superi- ROOM Ox 150" or to a wooden floor for a creamery. When properly put in, a cement floor will last indefinitely and can be kept clean and sanitary, whereas a wooden floor is short lived, rots quickly and is always a source of contamination. AS TO LICE AND MITES Don’t Board Them. Other foes of little chicks are ex- ternal parasites, lice and mites. We frequently find lice even among win- ter brooder chicks. Lice on the head are most troublesome. They fasten themselves to the back of the chick's head, near the base of the brain and gradually kill the chick. It is a piti- ful sight to see the little chick scratching the back of its head try- ing to dislodge the pest. Good _ re- sults are usually obtained by greasing the head of each chick with five per cent. carbonated vaseline. Kerosene and lard, equal parts, prove equally effective. The chicks can be rapidly treated and should be attended to as soon as there is any suspicion’ of head lice. The. louse may be seen readily by means of a small magnify- ing glass. It can also be detected with the naked eye if one is very care- ful to examine the right place, al- though one must look carefully to see it. To kill mites, clean all coops and brooders perfectly, then apply thor- oughly, either whitewash, kerosene oil, or some of the prepared insecti- cides. Be sure to fill all the cracks and crevices as these are the places where mites will be found hiding dur- ing the day. Burn all the litter and add new. A spray pump may be used for applying the insecticide, as it drives the liquid into the cracks and crevices better than can be done with a brush. Whitewash can be applied with a pump and then smoothed over with a brush, doing rapid and effec- tive work. Mites differ from body lice in that they suck the blood from the fowls’ bodies, while lice have biting mouthparts and live on the skin and feathers, causing intense itching and annoyance. Mites live on the fowls’ body at night only, hiding in cracks and crevices during the day. They appear red when gorged with blood, or white when there is little blood in their bodies. To kill the lice we must treat the hen’s or chick’s body, as the lice live there practically all the time. There are several kinds of these lice, but they all yield to the some treatment, namely, a good dusting. The dust fills up the breathing pores in their bodies, and thus suffocates them. A good insect powder may be made from equal parts of fine ground tobacco and powdered sulphur. Snuff is also used. ‘ There are a number of insect powders on the market and most of them prove very satisfactory. The essential thing is a finely pulverized substance thet will go through the feathers. Having curefully dusted the chicks (and hens, if the chicks are running with them) clean the houses and _ re- move to clean ground. A good dust bath should be arranged so that the hens and chicks may help keep them- selves clean. An excellent dust bath is made by drawing a load of “chip- dirt” and dumping it in the yard where the little fellows may have ready access to it. For winter use a box partly filled with fine sand, road- dust, land plaster or coal or wood ashes answers very well. A mixture of sand and land plaster seems to please them more than either one alone. Some use wood ashes alone, but a mixture of wood ashes and road dust, or fine sand, makes a heavier bath and therefore more ef- fective in cleaning the lice out of the feathers. Good Alfalfa Field.—I have a two- year-old field of alfalfa from which I cut last year on June 30 3% tons per acre, on August 1 1% ton per acre, and on October 24 overa ton. It also gave five weeks’ pasture before the snow fell. I do not irrigate my al- falfa, as it is only 12 to 20 feet to water. Trap Nest of Simple Construction The construction of this style of trap nest is as follows: The front of the nest box should be 14 inches wide and 20 inches high; two inches from the bottom a circular hole eight inches in diameter is cut. A door is placed at the top eight by ten inches square by which the hen is removed. The trap consists of ‘a board ten inches square, with an eye serew on each side. The door slides up and down on a . 9 wire passing through the screw eyes of the trap door. A nail bent in the shape of an “L” and filed flat on the bottom side is driven into the center of the bot- tom of the trap door with the bottom 14x 20 STOP FoR TRAP poor part of the “L” projecting toward the inside of the box. About one inck above the middle of the entrance ¢ hole is bored large enough to admit a No. 9 wire that is bent as shown. The top side of the bent piece of wire upon which the nail of the trap door rests is also filed flat, and the trap is set by placing the “L” shaped nail of the trap door on the wire, as illustrated. The wire hangs on the inside of the next box, as shown. The hen in passing through the entrance on either side cf the wire moves it enough to re- lease the trap door and lock herself in. The length of this nest may from 16 to 20 inches, A Delicate Position. “This, then, Miss Jones,” said the young man as he started for the door, “is your final decision?” “It is, Mr. Wick,” said the young girl firmly. “Then,” he replied, his voice be- traying an unnatural calmness, “there is but one more thing to add.” “What is that?” she asked, toying absently with the lobe of her shell- like ear. “It is this,” he muttered; “shall I return those black satin suspenders by parcels post, or will you have them now?” Carrying It Along. An elderly and most respectable looking man was recently brought be- fore a magistrate, says the London Telegraph, charged with unbecoming and hilarious conduct. When he was asked what he had to say for himself, he mumbled some- thing about “doing as the Romans ry good,” returned the magis- trate. “Continue to do as_ the Ro- mans do. Pay seven shillings six- pence!” PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: H. E. John- son, Clitherall, Minn., stamping ma- chine; A. B. Nichols, Hastings, Minn., cultivator fender; F. L. Thompson, Great Bend, N. D., door for grain cars; J. E. Tornquist, St. Paul, Minn., stamping clip; G. E. Wilson, Still- water, Minn., intercepting valve; A. G. Dickson, Dolph, S. D., wrench; K. Hagen, Webster, S. D., can cleaner. Desperate Gambling. An English merchant was a daily customer in a well known restaurant, and always honored the waiter in a most generous fashion, as he liked him for his attentiveness. One day, to his surprise, another waiter served him. “The other waiter is here,” said the new one, “but he can’t serve you.” “Why not?” queried the astonished diner. “Well, you see, sir,” was the reply, “we played cards the other evening, and after he had lost all his money I had the good fortune to win you.” It Cures While You Walk. 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Says it’s the last of the family jars.” A Practical View. “Took me two months to get an au- dience with the king.” “So?” “Yes; seemed a waste of time, too, ‘when I wasn’t selling anything.” HOYT’S HEADACHE AND NEURALGIA COLOGNE. A harmless and refreshing remedy that quickly relieves headache, neu- ralgia, nervousness, faintness, exhaus- tion, sleeplessness; used only by in- haling and outward application. For sale by all druggists. 25 and 50c bot- tles. A Modern Need. “Why are you collecting those an- cient witticisms? Getting up a joke book?” “No; I’m compiling a complete post- card writer.” There {s more Catarrh in this section of the count than ali other diseases put together, and until the last fow years wassup) tobe incurable. Fors great many years doctors pronounced it a local disease and prescribed local remedies, and by constantly falling to cure with local treatment, pronounced {t incurable. Science has proven Catarrh to be a constitutional dis- and therefore requires constitutional treatment. Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F.J.Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, is the only Constitutt ure OD the market. It is taken internally in doses from 10 drops to a teaspoonful. It acts directly on the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. They offer one hundred dollars for any case it fails to cure. for circulars and testimoutals. Address: F.J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, Ohio. Bold by Draggists. 75e. Take Hall's Family Pills for constipation. / If women are talking machines, men who sow wild oats should be classed as sewing machines. * a Net Di te 2 . \e a! b . FETE Blinc: La. #01 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pa. What does a woman with a drug store complexion do when she wants to make a bluff at blushing? STACK COVERS, AWNINGS, TENTS, Flags etc. For information and prices,write American Tent & Awning Co.. Minneapolis Some people squander a lot of mon- ey in trying to make fools of them- selves. ‘vor chitiren wsething, softens the gurus, reduces tm It’s folly trying to hide a false life be] pehind a fight for truth. When the Deacon Fell from Grace By HUGH PENDEX@ER (Copyright.) It was on the first day of the county fair that Deacon Plunkett fell from grace. There were many who merely pitied him for ever wagering his hard- earned money on the gaunt mare, Abigail’s Pride, but the insistence of the spiteful few that he be disciplined carried the day, and as a result three feilow churchmen met in solemn con- clave to mete out justice. _ The postmaster, a staunch elder, presided and duly read the charges. The poor deacon could only groan and twist his rheumatic fingers and gaze appealingly from one stern face to an- other and breathe hurriedly as if pressed for air. The session was held in the back room of the post office, overlooking the old-style, half-mile track, where even now the fair mana- gers were preparing for the morrow by dragging brush around the circle. The rain had interrupted the races after the day of the deacon’s down- fall, but the culprit, even amid his heavy groans, realized the sun and wind would thoroughly dry the gravel inside of the next 24 hours. “Wal, Brother Plunkett, how d’ye plead to this charge of sinfully bettin’ on a hoss race?” said the postmaster gravely, his angular lower jaw thrust- ing forward with a puritanic fixity of purpose. i “Lawd! What can I say, elder? That pesky Widder Peasly says she see me plank down a half dollar on th’ fence an’ then see Ab Thomas cover it with another half dollar,” moaned the deacon. “We’re surprised, Deacon Plunkett, i that a man of your years should be so weak,” growled Hiram Whitten’s heavy bass, and he wrinkled his nose sourly, while his half-closed eyes gave no intimation of leniency. “It would seem, brethering, that as th’ deacon has well-nigh confessed we can only return a verdict of guilty as charged an’ leave it for th’ congregation to say what shall be done.” “Mebbe, we ought to dig into this a bit deeper,” suggested the third inves- tigator, Head Selectman Carr. “Mebbe, his mind was upsot in some way. What hoss did yet bet on, deacon?” “On that derned Abigail’s Pride,” sighed-the deacon. “Shé struck me as; such a sweet natur’d driver, such a cheerful, gamy little mare, that I didn’t think it was gamblin’. Why, I'd aswore Ab Thomas didn’t have a ghost of a show. An’ where there ain’t no chance to lose I don’t see how it is gamblin’.” “I never liked th’ way she carried her head,” observed Mr. Carr, mildly. “I dunno about that,” protested Mr. Whitten, shaking his head stoutly and pursing up his lips. “Why, a man that would bet on that nag,” cried the postmaster, strongly, ‘ain’t né gambler. He's jest common “i'm Surprised, Deacon Plunket, That a Man of Your Years Should Be So Weak.” ; crazy, that’s all. I wouldn't put a penny on her to beat a hearse—that is, s’posing I was sinful enough to bet on a hoss race.” “She made good time las’ fall on th’ Durginville track,” defended Mr. Whit- ten, shortly. “Track was muddy, too.” “That's jest it,” cried the deacon. “She’s a hummer on a wet track. That’s why to-morrow will see her leavin’ everything behind her as if they was hitched. Why, Sim Cole's hired man told me yesterday that try after a rain like we've jest been havin’ she'll go through th’ field like a streak.” Mr. Carr pricked up his ears and twisted nervously in his chair, while the postmaster bit his pencil dubiously and sneered: ‘What does Sim Cole's man know about her, anyway?” “He took care of her at th’ Durgin- ville track,” informed the deacon. “He knows a _ hoss all right,” declared Mr. Whitten, dreamily. “But I can’t say I like th’ way th’ mare was handled th’ ’t’other day. Seems if her driver fretted her at th’ stretch.” “She grew wuss an’ wuss in every heat,” added the postmaster, listlessly. “She’d probably make a fine showin’ to-morrer if she was given a fair chance,” lamented Mr. Carr. “An’ she'll git th’ chance,” cried the deacon, seeming to forget the hazard of his position; “for Sim’s man is goin’ to handle her. Lawd! I pity them folks that’s weak an’ sinful enough to i dollar'n a half to seventy cents she’s | distanced.” “Tt ain’t our duty to save Josh Run- nell’s money for him,” remirded Mr. Carr, decisively. Then he added: “An’ so Josh is stoppin’ here at th’ village this week, eh?” “He's workin’ at th’ livery stable durin’ th’ fair,” informed the deacon. “Hm,” muttered the postmaster, eyeing Mr. Whitten’s unfair proximity to the door in gloomy disguist. “Wal,” he finally added, “seein’ as how Dea- con Plunkett is repentant an’ don’t know hardly nothin’ about hosses, I guess we'll draw up a report saying he is innercent.” “T’'m in a hurry,” explained Mr. Whit- ten, “an’ I guess I'll sign my name to this blank sheet an’ let ye fill in th’ report to suit yourself, elder.” “Td trust th’ elder to say th’ right thing,” added Mr. Carr, warmly, as he followed the other’s example. The postmaster frowned, and when left alone wrote his brief report most hurriedly. The exoneration of the deacon was warmly applauded by the majority that night. His long life of correct living and his many kindly deeds were not to be outweighed by one foolish act, it was urged; and with a bland smile he accepted forgiveness and bustled about his duties with all his old-time energy. The morrow saw the same bland smile on his face as he slowly entered the fair grounds where he met the tribunal of yesterday in the immediate vicinity of the stables. “Lookin’ at th’ hosses?” he asked, genially. The postmaster bit at a straw re- flectively, and then in a confidential tone returned: “Th’ more I see of Abigail's Pride, th’ more foolish I think ye was to bet on her.” “I think she’s gone plum lame,” de- clared Mr. Carr, joining the two. “Shoes too heavy,” added Mr. Whit- ten. And in vindication of the trio’s judg- ment Abigail’s Pride that afternoon, despite the shrewd jockeying of Sim Cole’s hired man, proved a complete lure and was thoroughly distanced. “Thought ye said she was all hunky- dory on a muddy track,” snarled the postmaster. “Simply chain lightnin’ to go,” sneered Mr. Whitten, bitterly, as he mechanically slapped an empty pocket. “A dollar 'n a half to seventy cents,” mumbled Mr. Carr, despondently. “Wal, I'm dod-rotted glad ye lost on th’ first day’s racin’, Plunkett. Wish ye'd lost to-day,” growled the post- master. “So do I,” grimly. “I can’t lose all th’ time,” grinned the deacon, complacently, edging to- ward the door. “Jim Silby’s roan, Bluefly, looked purty good to me to- day, an’ I hedged a bit.” “A reg’lar gambler,” gasped Mr. Carr, as the door softly closed and the trio were left alone. added Mr. Whitten, YES, THEY ARE ALL ALIKE. Mild-Eyed Man Found Quick Proof of Assertion He Had Made. As the mild-eyed, slow-spoken man turned from the car window to regard his seat companion his gaze fell on the great letters heading the account of an accident. “That’s the only way to do it,” he said half to himself. “What's the only way?’ asked the other man. “Write it,” said the mild-eyed man. “Then folks wil read it; they won't listen to you telling it. “If you've been in the most thrilling accident in the history of the nation and begin to relate your experience they'll sit with their mouths open, but not from amazement. O no!” “No?” echoed the other. “No, sir,” said the mild-eyed man “It’s so that the first time you stop for breath they can burst into the middle of your story to tell about the acci- dents they were in; or if they weren’t ever in any, about the ones their fa- ther's great-uncles or their second cousins-in-law were i “You speak bitterly panion with interest. ence have you had?” “T was out in San Francisco the day of the earthquake,” said the mild-eyed man, “and my hotel—” “ “What hotel were you in?” asked the other. “My sister and her husband were—” “There!” said the mild-eyed man, and he turned his head to the window and he did not speak again till he said good-bye as he clambered out over the other man’s feet.—Youth’s Com- panion. ’ said his com- “What experi- Didn’t Recognize His Own. Probably the most flagrant case of “touching-up” a play has just been ex- perienced by a young playwright in Paris. Some months ago he sent the manuscript of a play to the manager of the Porte Saint Martin and, as time passed and he heard nothing from the management, he came to town to look into the matter. He passed the evening at the thea- ter and later met the manager at sup- per. In the course of the conversation that followed, he modestly inquired: “By the way, when will you be able to bring out that trifle of mine which you were good enough to say would suit you?” “When shall I bring it out? My dear fellow, I brought it out a month ago, bet agin her. I feel so repentant I cal’late it’s my duty to warn ’em all.” “No,” decided the postmaster, firm- ly, “it ain't your duty, Egbert, to do that.” ‘ : “I should say not,” cried Mr. Whit- ten, his eyes glittering. “But folks will be givin’ odds against her,” protested the deacon, humbly.| on his piece, however touched up, “Joshua Runnells says he'll bet a'so does not complain and it has been playing ever since to full houses. Why, it was played this evening.” “Was it, indeed? I did not know. Then it was on your six-play bill this evening. By the way, can you tell me which of the six plays_was my play?” But the author draws his royalties as A KENTUCKY CASE, That Will Interest All Suffering Women, Mrs. Della Meanes, 328 E. Front St., Maysville, Ky., says: “Seven years ago I began to notice sharp pain in the kidneys and a bear- ing down sensation through the hips, dull headache and dizzy spells. Dropsy appeared, and my feet and ankles swelled so I could not get my shoes on. I was in misery, and had despaired of ever getting cured when I decided to try Doan’s Kidney Pills. One box helped me so much that I kept on until en- tirely cured.” Sold by all dealers, 50 cents a box Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. They Knew Paul. “Would you think Paul capable of deceiving a friend?” * “Certainly not. Not one of his friends believes a word he says.” BAD ITCHING HUMOR. Limbs Below the Knees Were Raw— Feet Swollen—Sleep Broken— Cured in 2 Days by Cuticura. “Some two months ago I had a hu mor break out on my limbs below my knees. They came to look like raw beefsteak, all red, and no one knows how they itched and burned. They were so swollen that I could not get my shoes on for a week or more. I used five or six different remedies and got no help, only when applying them the burning was worse and the itching less. For two or three weeks the suf- fering was intense and during that time 4 did not sleep an hour at a time. Then one morning I tried a bit of Cuticura. From the moment it touched me the itching was gone and I have not telt a bit of it since. The swelling went Gown and in two days I had my shoes on and was about as usual. George B. Farley, 50 South State St. Concord, N. H., May 14, 1907.” THE MARINER'S COMPASS. Influences That Draw It From Its Al- legiance to the Magnetic Pole. Nothing in the navigational equip- ment of a ship has been the subject of more anxious scientific research or receives more jealous care than the mariner’s compass. The popular notion of the compass needle always pointing north and south is—well, more inaccurate than even popular notions usually are. Even under the most favorable condi tions there are only certain places upon the surface of the earth where the compass needle does point north and south, and it is quite safe to say that such conditions are never found on board of any ship. But we must go further and say that no more unfavorable position could be found for a compass than on board of a modern steamship, which is a com- plicated mass of steel, all tending to draw the compass needle from its al- legiance to the magnetic pole of the earth, warring influences which must needs be counteracted by all sorts of devices which hedge round the in- strument by an invisible wall of con- flicting currents of magnetism. And as if this were not enough there are now huge dynamos to be reckoned with, producing electric currents for all sorts of purposes on board. In the midst of these msytic currents the poor little compass needle, upon which the mariner depends for his guide across the trackless deep, hangs sus- pended like one shrinking saint sur- rounded by legion of devils. THE FIRST TASTE Learned to Drink Coffee When a Baby. If parents realized the fact that cof- fee contains a drug—caffeine—which is especially harmful to children, they would doubtless hesitate before giv- ing the babies coffee to drink. “When I was a child in my mother’s arms and first began to nibble things at the table, mother used to give me sips of coffee. As my parents used coffee exclusively at meals I never knew there was anything to drink but coffee and water. “And so I contracted the coffee habit early. I remember when quite young, the continual use of coffee so affected my parents that they tried roasting wheat and barley, then ground it in the coffee-mill, as a substitute for coffee. “But it did not taste right and they went back to coffee again. That was long before Postum was ever heard of. I continued to use coffee until I was 27, and when I got into office work, I be- gan to have nervous spells. Especially after breakfast I was so nervous I could scarcely attend to my _ corre- spondence. “At night, after having coffee for supper, I could hardly sleep, and on rising in the morning would feel weak and nervous. “A friend persuaded me to try Post- um. My wife and I did not like it at first, but later when boiled good and strong it was fine. Now we weuld not give up Postum for the best coffee we ever tasted. “I can now get good sleep, am free from nervousness and headaches. I recommend Postum to all coffee drink- ers. “There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. 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