Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, July 9, 1920, Page 2

Mfir g I 8 ] i 1 ; : in orth i ¢ 3 i an { i i i ¥ i i I And so on all through-the list. But——once more— 5 S Last fall » big fermer neighbor of mine had- his. gix-acre field bf potitoes dug by = horse-drawn digging machln}, driven by a sample hired man—a sample of the sort one gets, these days. ' I never heard how many potatoes he got. What 1 did hear was the later remark of a small farmer who most of his. work by hand because he can’t afford machines that he gave Mr. Big Farmer $10 for what potatoes he could find on the fleld after the machifte digger had got through and that he ot his money back and good wages for his wotk, too. iThat was the result of machine work digging potatoes. Not far from me is a meadow which has been eut for hay for at least a hun- dred years. It is what we old hayseeds call natiral grass land. Low, moist, a very little gravel mixed in with. a great derl of black loam for goil,” there seems to be am inexhaustible -supply of grass- meking fertilizer in its depths I well remember it as it looked fifty years ago. Well fenced, smooth es a lawn, without stump or ptone or bush in all jts twelve meres, it was so ‘clean” that the old- fashioned wooden-toothed “revolver” rake ¢ ¥ ¥ % ¥ ! ! f 1 E’ga ki gEad¥s SEEEE i fomee, rely upin q 2ot inies never eaught on enag or tussock in all its "‘"& Ay sres. (Any old veteran of the hayeld ho remeinbers. those queer: “revolver” W ""'; rakes il know what it meant) T We're IT 3 dpy that same field is surrounded by 4i: o It” And by “Tewrse reputable looking draggled wire fence, i i i : E . : 4 | i 3 § H 3 8 | mostly hidden in the widening hedgerows of tengled Shrubbery which wholly siir- round it; its surface is uneven and snag- gY: there is & four-rods wide ribbon of alders marking the course of the brook through it. and the entire two acres aeross that brook have reverted to bean- pole jungle. Alko, there are at least a dogen clumps- of alders, choke-cherries, dogwood, and wild grapevines growing up over the remaining portion. Where the old fatmer of fifty years ago used to cut an average of two tons to the acre off twelve acres of . perfect meadow. his grandson cuts now a smailer burden per * a2y i 3 i H MID-SUMMER THOUGHTS When a fetlow’s thoughts run far and free, What vagabond things they seem to be ! They tug and tussle, they fret and frown 7 To lure you far from the crowded town. Thoughts lave a habit of running wild When the sunshine’s warm' and the breezes mild. You stand at your window and look afar, Thea feel what a slave to the job you are. You think of the things you ought to do, But something rebellious comes up in you. Work is a curse, a gruelling grind You long to forget and leave behind. Down comes your hat and the job goes hang— You're breaking away from the whole shebang | And like some wild, unherded thing You and your thoughts go galloping, You smile at the boy-like way you seek The nearest path to the nearest creek. And *way out there on 2 fallen tree You dream of the things that boy eyes see. Hours wear aw‘y as you sit and toss Stones at a can ! Then you start to cross To the other side—but the dream is gone— You can’t do that with your good clothes on ! Wm. Hersthell, in Indianapolis News. the good custom of using ,Instant Postum as their table beverage, seldom change back to coffee. There frequeatly follows such a gain in heaith ‘that this comfort, together with Postum’s satis- | fyibg flavor, makes the changs a permanent one. " If you have not started using Postum, why not order a pack- age from your grocer? - “There’s a Reason’’ i | | i | i | i clse because he uses them. | to its destination that isn't so tiuch our | the pl Name “Bayer” on “Bayer Tabléts of irin” is génu- ‘ine Aspirin proved e by millions and prescribed by physicians for over twenty years. Accept only &n unbroken “Baysr package” which contaifis pro- per directions fo relieve Headache, Toothdche, Earache, Neuralgia, Rheu- matism, Colds and Pain. dy tin ‘boxes of 12 tablets costs few cents. Druggists, also sell ' larger ‘“Bayer packages” Aspirin ' is_trade mark Bayer Manufacture = Monoaceticaci- dester. 'of Salieylicacid. acres -off- less than eight acres. The difference is solely due to the in- troduction of the mowisg machine and horse rake. machine will not and cannot cut into the fence corners as the scythe did. The brook was a bad one to drive a-low-wheeled . machine across and s0 the part beyond it was abandoned. Nor would the machine cut the inch-thick alders which started, here and there. So they were mowed around and left for future ‘attention—thé time and disposi- tion for which mever came. Next year the alders were.biggér and there: were more of them. At least one-third of that meadow, for these Teasons, has been lost to hay production and give~ over to bush growing. A Four or five miles beyond me is a four- acre cornfield. ' It used, to have eight acres in it. There are still eiglit aeres inside ‘its alleged fences, but only half of them are now arable, for similar rea- sons to those outlined above. It was plowed last spring with a sulky plow. That_is, it was plowed 2t. Some of the sod was turned over and some was tilted | on edge and some was just Scratched enough to malke it mad. It was harrowed with a riding harrow, and planted with a horse-drawn corn planter. Two weeks 2go it was “cultivatel” with a four-row t®o-horse cultivator. “From what I could judge motoring by it last week—and I slowed down to a creep 50 as to get a fair observation—the rows might average perhaps two or three corn plants to the rod, with about forty quack-grass plants to the foot in between. The corn looked yellow and discouraged. The quack-grass didnl;t_ Another object lesson in machine work. The simple fact seems to be that we are compelled to use machinery in order to get any work done in any sort of way. 1t's like the famous old story of the trav- eler asking the small boy who. Was furi- ously-digging. in a field by the roadside what he was digging for. “Woodchuck,” gasped the lad, as he gave a deeper thrust with the spade. “But” cried the amazed passer, “you don’t expect to get|® him by diggin’, do ye?' “Got to,” snort- od ihe boy; ‘Jve're out o' meat.” We've got (0. use machines to do so much of our.work as.they will do, because we're short of strength and help to do the work any other Way. “Who sups with the devil 'needs use a long spoon.” We must use the longest spoon we can find. If it spills half the soup en. route fault as the fault of which we find ourselves. I'm not starting or trying to start any crusade against farm machinery. I'm supping with His Brimstone Majesty my- s¢lf, and I'm using just as many and as long spoons as I cap get 'hold of. I've got all the machines I can afford to buy —and some which I couldn’t afford, though I thought I could when I bought them. I'm not poking sticks at anybody the situation in Neverheless, I do not propose to shut my eyes to manifést faets nor try to de- lude myself into the belief that the ma- chines make better farming possible. They don't. They make a sort of farming possible where none of any sort would be possible without them. But they don’t do as good work nor as clean work nor as perma- nently valuable work as can be done and used to be dene with simpler tools. Up to and within their limitations, machines often do tolerably good work, But they have neither praing nor bowels, “That's the best cultivator I ever used,” said a prominent Connecticut farmer to me one time, “but a fellow's got to keep his eye peeled all the time. IUIl tear up a_corn plant jest a8 quick as a weed, if jt gets headed for one.” Even the stupidest “man with the hoe” has intelligence to recognige a plant from weed and bowels of compassion to spare nt while destroying the weed. But the machine, of itself, goes it blind at all times. I've got a pateh of eorn growimg this summer. That is, it is supposed to be growing, though I'm blessed if I can see much progress. It hasn't had g hand hoe on it, for the simple reason that I am so short of help I can't get the time. And igs going to be a poor erop. Fifty years ago. I helped my father, an old-fashioned farmer, grow corn on that same patch. He had no cultivator—used an old plow instead. Then the hand, hoes eame into play. Each hill was hoed around and what weeds the hoe couldn’t reach were vulled out with the fingers. This was done at least three times in the season. Then the corn was “hilled up.” And the | resulting crop was invariably a bouncer. He never had any soft corn or unfilled ears. Moreover, he got at least two more rows on each side of the lot, because he could werk that much nearer the fences by hand than T can with a herse. Again, the difference between that corn patch today and fifty years ago is largely the | result of enforced machine work in place of hand work. 1 shall mrobably get some corn'this fall. Without the machines 1 shouldn't set any, for hand work is no fenger pro- | curable. So much is to the_cregit of the machines. v I'm not complaining of them. Instead I'm profoundly thankful for them. They enable me to make the best of & bad job, But it IS a bad job, all the same, and there's no use denying it. It would be futile folly to kick about machine farming under existing circum- stances. What I am kicking about is not the machines but the shiftless pretense that they do better work. They do not. They do faster work, and they do more work, and they do some.work when it eouldn’t be done at all without them. Furthermore, they make some work easier. Nor will I question that they oc- casionally make possible preduetion at a temporary money profit which would ne- cessitate a money loss if undertaken by hand. Let's give them all the eredit which belongs to them. But, in the name of cammon honesty, let's stop this -foolish talk about their doing better work. If we haven't the time or the boards or the shingles to make a first cla:: pig- pen, it's all right to knock something to- gether out of old hoxes and paper roofing and call it,a hog bouse. But there's no call for us to brag ef our shortcoming and dilate endiessly on the glories of the pig-shack. We knew it's & makeshift, and we ueedn’t be ashamed of doing the best we can with what we have—or haven't. But to make a boast of our inability and celebrate our misfortune as a gain is quite another thing. 2 Let's be honest with ourselves. even if i full-fledged bank. / : A LOCAL MANUFACTURER WHO MUST HAS CONSIGNED TO US 1000 PAIR Men’s Khaki Pants ............ $245 ALSO QUITE A FEW PAIR OF MEN’S DRESS PANTS AT $3.45 AND UP CUSTOM mwmnc—Unique Shops——cusmm TAILORING 56 Franklin Street’ MEN’S AND BOYS’ PANTS TO BE SOLD REGARDLESS OF COST TO MANUFACTURER. SALE STARTS SATURDAY AND CONTINUES UNTIL ALL SOLD. Men’s Cotton Pants ........... $2.25 Men’s Heavy Cotton Pants .. .. $2.85 Boys’ Cotton Pants HAVE MONEY AT ONCE Boys’ Heavy Cotton Pants ..... $1.25 -Boys’ Khaki Pants . N. Blumenthal Norwich, Conn. the machinery dealers don’t approve of 1 i ZHE FARMER. HUMCK OF THE DAY anything about- flirt- “Do you know ing No, I only tried it once and the gifl married me."—Town Topics. Her Fathef—The fact is that 1 can- not give my daughter a dowry just at present. Suitor—That's all right, 1 can love her for herself in the meantime.—Boston Transcript. y did you break off with that ir “Well by the way she and her mother ran the old man, i saw they’d make short work of me."~lLouisville Courier- Journal. “Yonder are a husband and wife who never had a single quarrel with each other™ “How do you explain it2" “That don't know each other. They are other people's husband and wife.” Baltimore American. Editor (to unsuccessful artist)—=None of these drawings suit me—but cheer up. Dame Fortune will come to your door one of these fine days. Artist—She'll jolly well have to knock then. Her daughter, Miss Fortune, has wrecked the bell !"—London Tit-Bits. “You fool, what kind of a husband are you? A burglar came into the house a while ago and like to have frightened me Didn’t you hear me scream- es, my dear, but I though you were singing.”—Florida Times-Union. Smith—You seldom see such beautiful golf as that man plays. 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In China an average of only one child out of ten has an opportunity to attend school. 2 The Atlantic liner Imperator is the first, steamship to be equipped with a to be a The shah of Persia possesses an armchair made of solid gold, inlaid with precious-stenes. In Mexico when friends pass each other in the:street without stopping they’say “Adios” (Goodby). One of the big hotels in New York city pays out more than $8,000 a year for its supply of toilet soap. On dark nights a white light .can be seen farther than any other, but on -light nights red takes the first place, A" sign has Been discovered in an “TIZ” EASES TIRED, SORE, SWOLLEN FEET INSTANT RELIEF FOR ACHING, PUFFED-UP, CALLOUSED FEET AND CORNS. Why go limping around with aching, puffed-up feet—feet so tired, chafed, sore -and swollen you ean hardly get your shoes on or-off! - Why don’t you get a box of “Tiz”-from the drug-store new and gladden your tortured feet? “Tiz" makes your feet glow with comfort; takes down swellings and draws the soreness and misery right out of feet that chafe, smart and burn. “Tiz” instantly stods pain in corns, callouses and bunions. “Tiz" is glori® ous for tired, aching, sore feet. No more shoe tightness—no more foot torture. ’ ' old tailor's shop in Pompeii reading, “Creases ironed in your togas while you wait.” A portrait of Chatles I in an art gallery at Oxford, England, is compos- ed entirely of small letters. . The head and ruff contain the Lord’s Prayer, the Apostles’ .Creed and the‘ Book of Psalms, A great deal is now being learned about Koreans and the statement is made that these people made gunpow- der in 208 B. C. and it is said that they used ironclads against the Jap- anese away back in 1597, In olden times the mayors of Lei- cester, England, were chosen by a pig. The candidates sat in a semi-cirele, each with his hat full of beans in his lap, and he was chosen mayor from whose. hat the pig ate first. A legislative effort to eliminate the distilling interests was made in this country during the revolution, but the beginning of the prohibition movement took place in 1808. The movement did not become wide-spread until about|, seventy years ago. Perhaps one of the most primitive of independent Kingdoms is tthe little island of Johanna, in the Comoro group. - The sultam boards any ship that may ‘call there, and endeavors to obtain the washing for his wives, while the prime minister peddles cocoanuts and bananas. One of the most remarkable places of worship in the world is the chapel in a coal mine near Swansea, Wales, where for more than half a century the miners have assembled daily for worship. The chapel is situated close to the bottom of the deep shaft, and here, during mealtimes, the oldest min- er is generally to be found addressing an earnest and attentive congregation. Manchester,.—Fifteen New York chil- dren, nine girls and six boys, arrived in Manchester ‘at noon Tuesday and were taken in charge by Manchester people who will provide for their comfort for the next two weeks, CHESTERFIELD Misses Lula and Anna Powers of Hart- ford spent the week end with their par- ents here. Ruth Morgan, Lula and Anna, Mildred and Florence Powers were callers at-Miss Ruth Tinker's Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Gurdon Avery and son Caryle were visitors with Mr. and Mrs. Matt Tinker Sunday. 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