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This Week
h Arthur Brisbane
Dishing Out Money
Blind, Not Discouraged
What Is Money? Much
150,000,000 to One
Our government, which appears to
be in the business of "dishing out
money," recently distributed through
the Reconstruction Finance corpora-
tion one thousand one hundred and
•ighty-two millions of dollars. A good
deal of money.
Five thousand five hundred and
ninety-nine big borrowers got $1,118,-
000,000. Five hundred and seven
thousand six hundred and seventy-
two farmers got $64,000,000.
This money is all distributed, un-
doubtedly, with the best of inten-
tions, and as much intelligence as the
distributors can bring to their work-
But It seems a pity that it is not pos-
sible to contribute more of the money
to a greater number of human beings.
Near the railroad station, at Farm-
ingdale, N. J., a middle-aged man,
totally blind, felt his way along the
Tillage sidewalk with a cane, held
•gainst the curbstone line.
The light, the sky, all the beauty
Of brightly colored foliage were shut
•ot, every step had Its danger.
But the man smiled as he walked,
feeling his way. He rose above the
worst of physical calamities and
found happiness, In refusing to ad-
■It defeat. His eyes were gone, but
sot his courage.
It might have done the army of
lepresslon mourners good, to see that
Mind man, with darkness all around
bim and light in his soul.
Governor Tejeda of the Mexican
ntate of Vera Cruz, demanding that
all foreign capital be driven out of
Mexico, should read the history of
Sparta, seeking to make its iron
money undesirable, or Russia trying
to destroy all interest in money, or
let hi in consider the decay of Spain
and Portugal when those countries
drove out and humiliated the Jew
that knew how to keep business and
money active.
Money is labor and intelligence^
frozen into cash. If Tejeda succeeds
In driving it out, he will not help his
country.
If you travel much on railroads It
should comfort you to know that the
chances against your being killed In
an accident are one hundred and fifty
million to one—very good odds.
Extraordinary safety in railroad
travel is due to two things—first, ex-
cellent roadbeds, excellent equipment,
good management; and, second, faith-
ful, sober railroad workers—engi-
neers, switchmen, conductors—devot-
ed to their task and to their duty.
Unhappy citizens of Sinchow, China,
know that modern war is complicated.
Ten thousand Chinese Reds took pos-
sesion of their city, an important
trading center, wrecking and looting.
That was bad enough.
Then Hankow, fifty miles away, sent
a squadron of airplanes to bomb Sin-
chow's "Red bandits," killing more
citizens than bandits. That was
worse than the bandits.
It takes little imagination to realize
the part that airplanes will play in
war, when you read statistics of city
papulations. Seven cities contain
more than 33,000,000 inhabitants.
What marvelous targets for air pi-
lots with gas bombs and explosive
bombs are offered by London, New
York, Tokyo, Berlin, Chicago, Paris
and Moscow.
The marquess of Clydesdale, ener-
getic young member of the British
commons, tells his constituents they
must excuse him while be flies his
plane over the top of Mount Everest,
earth's highest peak.
He thinks he may bring back infor-
mation useful to mountain climbers
If they must struggle up on foot, also
hopes to increase British prestige, es-
pecially in India.
If Hindus know that an Englishman
has actually been flying over and
around the sacred "unconquerable"
mountain they will be impressed.
The ordinary human being, especial-
ly If he lost money in the Insull col-
lapse, will find this piece of news en-
tertaining.
Hig utilities companies that took
hundreds of millions from unfortunate
Investors, now ask Uncle Sam to lend
thorn twenty-one millions, from the
Reconstruction Finance corporation.
It should encourage taxpayers whose
money would be lent, and the stock-
holders whose money is gone, to know
that the reorganization of the Insull
companies is now directed by James
Simpson, a man not merely honest and
public spirited, but one of very great
ability. Whatever can be, will be
pulled out of the mess.
A man only forty-seven years old,
onoe prominent In industry, is found
dead in Chicago with a bullet, in his
head. A farewell note said that he
was "another victim of the depres-
sion."
He had only 48 cents left. One of
six letters, laid out on his dresser with
the 48 remaining cents, was addressed
to "Authorities, coroner, or what have
you?"
A thousand men have succeeded be-
ginning with 48 cents and less. That
Is more than John D. Rockefeller had
When he started.
4k IMS. by King Features Syndicate, Inc.
^ WNU Service
Jim the Conqueror
By Peter B. Kyne • • •
Copyright By Peter B. Kynflfc
WNU Service.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
"That's his gringo alias, Mrs. Ganby.
The first Higuenes to be heard of in
Spain was called James Michael Hig-
gins. But the Spaniards gave it a
Spanish twist. With the passage of
time James Michael HIggins, the big
Mick, developed Into Jaime Miguel
Higuenes. When did that happen,
Don Jaime?"
"When the first J. M. married a red-
headed Spanish woman who insisted
on spelling the name as it was pro-
nounced. My ancestor was a good-
natured man; having taken on Spain
and the Spaniards, he did not object.
Anything for the sake of family peace.
So the tribe of Higuenes was born. The
family migrated to Mexico early in
the Nineteenth century, and my great-
grandfather married the daughter of
an Irishman who owned this rancho.
That brought the Celtic strain up a
little. My grandfather added to It by
marrying a girl who was half Irish,
and when he looked at his offspring
he was glad he'd done It He noticed
the cross had increased the height,
breadth, general appearance, industry,
and temper of the Higuenes tribe. We
looked much more like Black Irish
than Mexicans now, and were prob-
ably, a little more than half Celt. But
we had Spanish customs and a Span-
ish outlook on life and Spanish was
our mother tongue. Also we had no
reason to be other than proud of our
Spanish blood, so we never mixed it
with Indian. When we moved to
Texas my grandfather fought under
the Stars and Bars. He sent my fa-
ther to the Virginia Military institute
and father married a Carrol of Vir-
ginia and begot me."
"You have never been married?" the
nurse asked.
"Never."
"Aren't you going to be?"
*T fear not The loneliness here—the
coyote chorus on the buttes—all mili-
tate against it, Mrs. Ganby."
"The right girl," said Mrs. Ganby,
"wouldn't mind it In the least. Go
forth and search for her, Don Jaime."
"Impossible," the master of Valle
Verde replied lazily. "I have sheep on
my hands."
^"If I can credit the gossip I heard
in Los Algodones, you killed the own-
er of those sheep trying to get rid of
them."
Don Jaime nodded.
"Well, why don't you get rid of
them, then?"
"The foreman, Bill Dingle, is still
living and in charge of those sheep.
He's a bad man and a better shot than
old Antrim. Besides, if I get those
sheep off my range now, where will
they go? Why, to somebody else's
range, of course, and then there'd be
trouble and we might lose Bill Dingle."
"So you're putting up with those
sheep on your range merely because
this Antrim girl Is her uncle's heir."
"That's the proposition."
"Why, Is she a friend of yours?"
"No, I've never met her. But then
no Higuenes has ever quarreled with
a lady."
"I fail to see how you are going to
escape a quarrel with her, Don Jaime.
You killed her uncle."
Don Jaime winced. "Perhaps she
will believe that I had no alternative;
that, not until after I had killed him.
did I know he was her uncle. In
fact I didn't know I had killed any-
body until Ken rode down the draw
and informed me of my luck."
"Well, the fact that you are being
so excessively nice to her since may
mitigate the affair, although one can
never predict the attitude a woman
will take. A woman is usually guided
by her heart, not her head, Don
Jaime."
Don Jaime appraised the old nurse
with kindly Interest "1 take It, Mrs.
Ganby, that you are old enough to be
guided by your head. You told me
you are a widow. Have you any chil-
dren?"
"One—a boy of fifteen. He has been
quite crippled since his twelfth birth-
day. Infantile paralysis."
Don*Jaime considered this. "Sup-
pose you had a comfortable home
where you could be with your boy al-
ways—no necessity to hustle hither
and yon nursing people? I should
have a hostess here. For some time I
have felt that Flavio's wife Is too—
well, elemental, for the job. This
hacienda should know a gentlewom-
an's management—at nurse's wages.
There are always some puppies around
here, and the boy could play with
them. He could raise rabbits and
pigeons, I dare say, and if he can sit
a horse I'll stake him to a pretty little
Sonora pony and a Mexican youth to
look after him. I suppose you could
carry on with his schooling—you know,
it does get lonesome here sometimes."
"Oh, Don Jaime! You mean it!"
He nodded. "I'd like to be able to
invite nice people to visit me, Mrs.
Ganby. I should like to have my
friends from the surrounding country
come to dinner oftener, but I'm never
satisfied with the appearance of my
board, the menu or the service. I have
no time to train maids and house-
keepers—and if I did I wouldn't know
how."
"Yes. a man is very helpless. 1
should be glad to come, Dob Jaime."
BEGINNING THE STORY, FOR NEW READERS
Roberta Antrim, beautiful Eastern society ffirl, who lives with her uncle, William B. Latham, known as "Crook-
ed Bill" because^of his amusing slyness, receives a telegram from Jaime Miguel Higuenes, owner of the Rancho
Valle Verde, In Texas, Informing her her Uncle Tom Antrim has died a violent death. At the advice of Glenn
Hackett, who is in love with her, Roberta plans to go to Texas to protect her interests, since she is her uncle's sole
heir to thousands of sheep which Antrim had Impudently driven to graze on land controlled by Don Jaime. Don
Jaime, unmarried and romantic, half Spanish and half Irish, is attracted to Roberta's picture in a magazine. An-
trim is warned to take his sheep oft Don Jaime's ranch at once. Antrim ambushes Don Jaime. They shoot It out.
The young ranch owner is wounded and Tom Antrim killed. On his body are found instructions to notify Miss
Roberta Antrim in the event of his death. Another Higuenes' telegram tells Roberta her uncle was killed by Jim
HIggins (Don Jaime's anglicized name). Latham tells her his fortune is in danger, and she decides to go to Texas to
get Antrim's estate for Crooked Bill.
"You are very kind. Ken, you run
up to El Paso and get the boy. Mrs.
Ganby will arrange that detail with
you. Now clear out and let me sleep."
Mrs. Ganby, with tears of happiness
in her middle-aged eyes, followed the
assistant general manager into the
ranch office.
"How long have you known Don
Jaime?" she asked Hobart.
"A long time. Went to the state uni-
versity with him. My father and I
had a cow outfit down in the Big
Bend country but we went broke dur-
ing the post-war deflation period. Don
Jaime and I enlisted for the World
war—and spent two years guarding
the border. At that we dodged more
lead than some of those who went to
France. After the bank closed in on
the Hobarts I Joined the rangers; now
I've left them to work for Don Jaime."
"He Is congenitally magnificent"
Ken Hobart laughed. "Always re-
members he's muy caballero, Mrs.
Ganby. He does things with a flour-
ish. It isn't pose. His people have
always done It. His father died when
he was twenty. He's twenty-eight
now. His mother died giving him
birth, so you see he's man-raised."
"Why do you suppose he engaged
me, Mr. Hobart? Do you think he sus-
pected he was doing a very wonder-
ful thing for my boy and me?"
"Yes, I think so. Jimmy can see
through a ladder. But he engaged
you, principally, I think, because he
wants the Casa Higuenes to be run-
ning in civilized fashion in case his
luck holds and he should have the
honor of entertaining Miss Roberta
Antrim and her duenna."
"She'll not have a duenna."
"Oh, yes, she will. You'll supply
that lack. Don Jaime is very tactful
and formal."
"Why is he so Interested in the
niece of this vicious old man he had
to kill?"
"Because Don Jaime Miguel Hig-
uenes is a romantic Mick, that's why.
He saw a full-page rotogravure pic-
ture of her in the Suburban Gentle-
man, and picked her for the mother of
his children."
"Oh, dear, he's quite hopeless! She
may photograph beautifully even with
red hair, freckles and green eyes, but
she may also be mean and selfish and
irritating; she may be without man-
ners."
"In that event." said Ken Hobart,
"she just won't be the mother of his
children. Don Jaime doesn't want the
Higuenes tribe to vanish from the
earth, but he would prefer to have
them vanish rather than breed some-
thing ignoble. Where will I find this
boy of yours?" he demanded, tq change
the conversation. "I'm starting for
El Paso now."
Mrs. Ganby wrote a note to the peo-
ple with whom she boarded her crip-
pled son and returned to her pa-
tient.
"What a charming man your Mr.
Hobart Is, Don Jaime!" she began.
"He'll do In a pinch"—laconically.
"He is very devoted to your in-
terests."
Don Jaime did not answer. His
glance was out through the arched
gateway, from which the road ran
straight down the valley. A mile
away a dust-cloud was gathering on
that road.
"Somebody Is coming in a hurry,"
he murmured. "When they hurry it's
always bad news."
A solitary horseman galloped up
to the gate, threw himself off and hur-
ried up the steps.
"Well, my friend?" Don Jaime
queried In Spanish. "What evil mes-
sage do you bring and from whom?"
"Thirty riders crossed the Rio
Grande at daylight, senor. They are
rounding up several hundred of the
senor's cattle. It is a raid."
"My thanks are due you, my friend.
They will not get far. Who sent you
here?"
"The American customs agent at
Los Algodones, Don Jaime. He bids
you send your riders to head them off
before they recross the river with your
cattle."
"Return and tell him 1 have hut
forty men available. The others are
attending a baile at the Rancho Ver-
I dugo. Forty men will be sufficient, I
think. Return to the customs agent
with my gratitude for his timely warn-
ing and tell him my men will start in
ten minutes, perhaps less."
The man touched his hat, flung him
self on his horse and galloped away.
Don Jaime lighted a cigar and smoked
contentedly, while Mrs. Ganby watched
him with alert curiosity.
Presently Ken Hobart, arrayed in
his "town" clothes, came to announce
his impending departure.
"Delay it until tomorrow. Ken." his
employer onlerp-i cas»ally. 'i have
a job for you." And he recounted the
tale brought by his recent visitor.
"Take forty men and ride for the
river. If this man's tale is the truth
you will have work there. I think,
however, he lies. Have Caraveo arm
the other men available and instruct
him to have them remain in the barns
with their horses until I send him
word that he is not going to be
needed."
"A plant, eh?"
"I've been expecting reprisal, Ken.
I told this messenger I had but forty
men available but would send them im-
mediately. Go with them. Then we
shall see that which we shall see. I
smell sheep."
Hobart departed to fulfill his orders,
and Don Jaime stretched himself for
his siesta.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and
turned to Mrs. Ganby. "Please tell
Flavlo to assist me to enter my house,"
"Impossible," the Master of Valle
Verde Replied Lazily. "I Have
Sheep on My Hands."
he said. "There is more dust to the
south. We shall have visitors—about
ten, I think."
When the Indian came Don Jaime
spoke to him in Spanish. The old
peon picked Don Jaime up in his
strong arms, carried him inside and
laid him on a sofa. Then he departed
casually.
"You will oblige me by locking and
bolting that door, Mrs. Ganby," Don
Jaime requested gently.
Presently came the sound of hurry-
ing feet on the veranda, and through
the iron-barred tiny window that gave
on the veranda Mrs. Ganby saw men
standing about. There came a smart
rap on the dor.
"Who's there?" Don Jaime chal-
lenged in a ringing voice. "Quien es?"
"Open the door," a rough voice com-
manded. "We want you and we're go-
ing to have you."
"Ah, so it is my friend Bill Dingle.
I have been expecting you, William,
ever since you so thoughtfully sent
one of your men with a false cry of
raiders from below the Border. I sent
forty men. Your lookout in the hills
saw them ride out, and when they had
passed you decided to come to my
hacienda, deserted save for the women
and children, and kill me in some un-
pleasant manner. Is It not so?"
There was no answer to this and
Don Jaime's mocking laugh floated
through the window. "Now, Dingle,
my poor fellow, consider the situa-
tion. A hundred armed men surround
this poor house of mine. Go you,
Friend Dingle, to the patio entrance
and look."
A murmuring rose among the recent
arrivals and one of them ran to the
entrance of the patio. A volley of
good old Anglo-Saxon curses echoed
through the old-fashioned garden, then
the man came running back'to Join hig
fellows.
"Is seeing believing, Senor Dingle?"
Don Jaime called pleasantly.
"You win, Higuenes."
"One by one you will go to the en-
trance and give up your arms to my
riding boss. It would be madness to
resist. You shall not be killed and
presently you shall all return to your
sheeps—I mean sheep. Forward!
March!"
A moment's hesitation, more low-
voiced colloquy, a curse or two, and
the retreat to the entrance com-
menced. A few minutes later Enrico
Caraveo, a little pockmarked Mexican,
thrust a smiling, sardonic face up to
the grilled window.
"I have the honor to inform Don
Jaime that his visitors await his pleas-
ure."
"Confine them In the barn under
guard. Feed them."
"Si, senor," murmured the riding
boss, and departed chuckling.
Mrs. Ganby, white-faced, speechless
with terror, watched Don Jaime blow-
ing rings. Presently he looked across
at her, his eyes filled with musing, his
white teeth showing in a gentle little
smile.
"It's a great world, isn't it, Mrs.
Ganby?" he murmured. "Please call
Flavio. I-would return to the veranda."
The nurse stood by his chaise
longue after Flavio had deposited him
once more therein.
"Don Jaime Higuenes," she demand-
ed, "after that exhibition of ingrati-
tude on the part of those, sheep men,
are you still going to permit them to
trespass on your range?"
Don Jaime raised a deprecating
hand. "An Higuenes," he assured her,
"does not quarrel with a woman."
Mrs. Ganby's eyes blazed. "Now, at
least," she declared, "I know why Cer-
vantes wrote Don Quixote. Only a
Spaniard could have conceived such a
character and only a Spaniard could—
could—could—"
"Senora," Don Jaime protested, "my
name Is Jimmy Higgins."
Roberta Antrim's limousine rolled
up the graveled driveway to the wide
portals of Hillcrest, and Harms, the
butler, came down the steps and opened
the door.
"Mr. Latham came home an hour
ago, miss," he confided. "Something
must have happened In the city to-
day, miss. He's worried—walking up
and down the drawing room and talk-
ing to himself. I'm a bit worried
about the master, miss."
"Thank you, Harms. You're very
kind."
i A foreboding of disaster brought
Roberta flying into the living room.
Crooked Bill sat huddled in a reading
chair, his face in his hands, his at-
titude reminiscent of profound despair.
"Uncle Bill! What's happened?"
Crooked Bill's old hands merely
clasped his features tighter. He
wagged his head and moaned.
"I'm through. My brokers sold me
out this afternoon. Oh, Bobby, Bobby,
what a massacre! I stayed as long
as I dared, but when the last jump
came I realized that only a crazy man
would continue in this crazy market.
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Ancient Writers Depict Terror Spread by Fly
One old writer tells us that: "Cat-
tle are struck with such terror at the
approach of these insects (flies) that
they forsake the pastures and run, fu-
rious, in every direction, until exhaust-
ed by fatigue they sink down and ex-
pire. Even the elephant and rhinoceros,
though they cover their thick hides
with a coating of mud, are unable to
protect themselves from these trou-
blesome persecutors. Their attacks
are not confined to the brute creation;
and when they sting a human being,
violent tumors are produced, and ev-
ery part of the body becomes as if
infected with leprosy."
When to this graphic description of
the terrors excited by the advent of
such flies, are added the further well
known facts that in the East, some
make their way into the nose, ears
and eyes to breed, others bore into and
deposit their eggs in the flesh, where
maggots are produced, frequent
causes of very painful and often dan
gerous ulcers, we can readily under
stand the awfulness of the plague
whereby Almighty God would drive
Pharaoh and the Egyptians to do his
will, before he should be compelled to
inflict greater troubles upon them.—
Exchange.
Silver as Gerita Killer
Although it was discovered In the
eighties that water kept in a silver
or copper vessel acquired certain germ-
killing properties, it was only recently
that a scientist in Paris found a com-
mercial adaptation for the phenome-
non.
Silver chloride mixed with potter's
clay and baked at a high temperature
is employed as a filtering medium, says
Popular Mechanics Magazine, and it
has been found that water passing
through such a filter has the property
of killing typhoid and other germs,
while itself containing no silver.
Previous researches had demon-
strated that, if silver is to sterilize ef-
fectively, it must have enormous sur-
face. It was therefore converted into
minute bubbles, which make it pos-
sible to kill all germs in 10,000,000 li-
ters of water.
I declined to invest another dollar—
for the reason that I didn't have It
I told my brokers I'd gone the limit
and to sell me out. I'm all washed
up."
"Must we leave Hillcrest ?'* Roberta
queried in a strangled voice.
"We must," Crooked Bill replied
heroically. "I have enough to pay off
the servants and maintain us In re-
spectability at some modest hotel until
we can look around and see what the
future holds for us, but after that—■**
"After that I'll take care of you,
dear Uncle Bill." Roberta's voice was
tender, the touch of her lovely cheek
to Crooked Bill's wrinkled jowls was
very soothing to that wretched wreck
of a financier. "Sheep are up and so
is wool, Uncle Bill. Don Prudencio
Alviso writes me that Uncle Tom's
sheep are worth at least two hundred
thousand as they stand, and he has
over a hundred thousand pounds of
wool In transit to a wool house in Bos-
ton. And good wool is quoted in to-
day's paper at thirty cents a pound.
Uncle Tom has a ranch of sorts also.
Don Prudencio doesn't think much of
it and says it is not of ready sale, but
we can live there and carry on in the
sheep business—"
"You have no conception of what
you are proposing to me," Crooked Bill
groaned. "Sheep are terrible."
"Well, you've always taken care of
me, haven't you, darling? What a
poor sport I'd be to desert you when
you're down and out. No, no, dear.
We'll battle along together to the last
sheep."
Uncle Bill Latham sighed and gazed
drearily out the window. "If you'd
only fixed It up to marry Glenn
Hackett—"
"If we didn't have these sheep and
the wool I'd marry him and risk learn-
ing to love him, just to keep you from
worrying about me," Roberta assured
him heroically. "But of course, thanks
to that odious Jim Higgins, I find my-
self in rather an independent posi-
tion. We will sell off all the sheep
and wool and live comfortably and
economically on the Income from that
until—"
"Hackett is coming for dinner," he
interrupted. "Be nice to him. He's
my attorney, of course, and I'll have
to tell bim what's happened to me.
Promise me, Bobby, that If he renews
his suit you'll accord him kindly and
respectful consideration."
In hfr great distress at the catas-
trophe which had overtaken her guar-
dian Roberta was in a mood to prom-
ise anything—and did. Crooked Bill
appeared to rally immediately.
Roberta was dressing when she
heard Glenn Hackett's car rolling up
the driveway. She looked out her
window and called, "Hello, old Stick-
in-the-mud! How are you?"
He favored her with a not very en-
thusiastic wave of his hand.
"Still holding his little grudge," Ro-
berta thought "Well, I don't blame
him. Nevertheless I loathe sulky
men."
Crooked Bill received his guest at
the door and at once conducted him
to the library.
"I've got to talk fast, my boy," he
began, "before Roberta comes down.
I'm supposed to have gone bust in the
market—Hillcrest has been gobbled
up by my bankers to meet my notes,
I'm down to a couple of thousand dol-
lars. In a word, h—1 pops generally."
Glenn Hackett stared at the old gen-
tleman owlishly. Crooked Bill con-
tinued : >
"I hope I do not have to assure you,
Glenn, that in so far as Bobby is con-
cerned I'm for you all the way."
"Thank you very much," Hackett re-
plied. "I have suspected as much for
quite a while."
"That girl is too dog-gone high and
mighty to suit me," Crooked Bill con-
tinued, sipping his drink with medita-
tive pleasure, "so I've cooked up a
scheme to bring her fluttering to the
ground. Roberta's the light of my eye
and the apple of my heart but never-
theless, as a reasoning human being,
I've got to admit she has her draw-
backs. She's got to be yanked out of
the clouds of romance to earthly prac-
ticalities, and In my feeble way I'm
attempting to do it All of her life
I've been busy spoiling Roberta by
granting every wish she expressed and
a heap she never thought of express-
ing. That's bad business. Now, then,
here's my plan. I came staggering in,
play-acting all over the place, and
moaned aloud that I was out of the
market, that my brokers had sold me
out because I didn't dare stay with the
game any longer. Well, as a matter
of fact I am out of the market. My
brokers did sell me out—but on the
right side of the ledger, and as a
result I've cleaned up about ten mil-
lions. I've arranged with a trusted
friend to pretend he's bought Hillcrest
from the bank to which I had given a
deed. Well. 1 did give the bank a
deed, as security for more money to
play this crazy market, hut I could
afford to. I was miles ahead of the
hounds—playing on margin. I've
leased this place for July, August and
September—and Roberta Is so sorry
for me she's going to sell out her
Uncle Tom's sheep and wool and take
care of me the remainder of my days."
(TO BE CONTINUED.!
MAKE HENS PROVE
WHAT THEY CAN DO
Successful Poultryman Has
No Use for Loafer.
By O. C. UFFORD, Extension Poultryman,
Colorado Agricultural College.
WNU Service.
How many of your hens are eating
good feed and paying nothing for it?
It is now the time of the year to
summon your flock to court and con-
vict and sentence every loafer. Be-
fore a flock can be culled Intelligently
it must be fed the right kind of a ra-
tion to produce eggs, at least six
weeks before the culling starts. This
will give every hen an opportunity to
show what she can do under right con-
ditions.
A good standard ration that will pro-
duce a maximum number of eggs, pd
a ration consisting largely of feeds
available on the farm, is as follows:
Equal parts, by weight, of fine yellow
corn chop, bran, shorts, ground oats or
ground barley, and meat scraps or
meat meal. Ground wheat may be
used for the bran and shorts, and milk
for half the meat
The present low prices of eggs
emphasizes the value and importance
of culling. Only a hen with a well
developed, healthy body will stand the
strain of heavy laying. Clear eyes, a
well-set body and an active disposition
are signs of vigor and health, al-
though there are many robust hens, es-
pecially among the heavy breeds, that
arq poor layers.
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Gives Opinion Agaiast
Confinement of Chicks
Don't confine chicks unless forced to
do so, Is the recommendation of J. O.
Taylor, poultry specialist at the New
Jersey Experiment station. Even
semi-confinement is not advised this
year, except under special conditions.
In summing up the requirements for
the growth of healthy chicks, Profes-
sor Taylor advises poultrymen to
brood their birds with coal brooders
Avoid overcrowding by placing a
small number of chicks under each
hover. See that the chicks have plenty
of fresh air In the houses, that the
food Is kept clean and that plenty of
water Is supplied at all times. The
fresh air will help to prevent over*
heating at this time of the year. Also
get the chicks out on the ground at
the very earliest day.
If the ground Is full of disease and
clean soil cannot be provided, the
confinement system can be used If
proper precautions are taken to avoid
certain troubles that may arise if the
sanitation is not the very best—Amer.
lean Agriculturist
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Turkey Breeding
If old torn turkeys are healthy and
full of vigor and vitality it is all
right to use them with young hens.
It is always best to nse mature hens
for breeders, those that are yearlings
or two-year-olds generally prove the
best as the eggs from these are larger.
As a result the poults are stronger
and show better vitality than stock
which Is raised from young hens.
Young hens, however, can be success-
fully used if they are well developed
and mated to old toms. Use only one
torn with the hens at a time. Con-
fine the gobbler that is not used in a
roomy, well-ventllated pen, giving him
plenty of feed such as mixed grains,
grit oyster shell, a little meat scrap
and plenty of fresh water. Use the
toms alternately.
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Weed Out Affected Birds
If avian tuberculosis is known to be
present in the poultry flock, or on the
farm premises, the birds should not
be held In the flock longer than one
year, is the recommendation of F. H.
Moore, extension poultry specialist of
the North Dakota Agricultural college.
When tuberculosis is not present
and the poultryman Is Interested in
flock improvement, especially from the
standpoint of egg production, the best
birds may be kept as long as they can
stand the tests of rigid culling. Under
these circumstances the birds' abilities
as breeders should be the measure of
their value.—Dakota Farmer.
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Confinement Not Advised
It has been frequently demonstrated
that by special management chicks
can be raised successfully in confine-
ment. However, this method is not
suggested for the poultry raiser who
has not experienced serious disease
and parasitic complications which can
be attributed to contaminated range,
or when a clean range is convenient-
ly available. Confinement it has been
proved, has no advantages.—Ohio Ex-
periment Station Press Bulletin, re-
ported by Hoard's Dairyman.
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Poultry Facts
4-H club members In New York state
are expected to raise 26,000 pheasants
this year.
• • •
Crossing different breeds of poultry
will not produce a standard product
and Is not advisable when one is at-
tempting to obtain a high egg yield.
• • •
Resistance to disease can be In-
creased by breeding from strong un-
related birds a 3d by the use of good
feeds and good feeding methods
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