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THE SCHULENBURG STICKER. SCHULENBURG, TEXAS
This Week
h Arthur Brisbane
Flying Becomes Real
Mixture at Topock
Doctor to Governor
How Europe Loves Us
San Simeon, Calif.—Flying increases
oat here, where distances are long.
Those In a hurry, or convinced that
they are In a hurry, must fly.
The other day, jnst after he beat
the transcontinental record, Roscoe
Tomer, flying by here on the way from
]<os Angeles to San Francisco, some-
thing over three hundred miles by air,
to his friend, Ben Lyon, visiting
Til be flying past you pretty soon,
liook up If you want to see a good
He had flown by before the wire
arrived and Ben Lyon missed him. A
radio station at the ranch keeps track
of the planes in flight, and sends any
"weather warning.
The trip from Los Angeles to San
I'rancisco, thirteen hours by train,
Turner made in less than an hour and
a half. That means severe competi-
tion, for railroads, later.
Regular commercial planes, crowded
every day, take passengers from coast
to coast in thirty-two hours. Turner
did it in a little over twelve hours.
Five hours will be the commercial fly-
ing time later on But don't wait for
tliat to make the trip, by air, rail,
motor or ship via the canal.
At Topock, Ariz., where the railroad
and automobile bridges cross the Colo-
rado river, modern ways and wild na-
ture are mixed. A flock of gasoline
stations lie in wait for touring cars.
Men with guns lie in wait for wild
ducks and geese, "Canadian honkers."
They are plentiful here. And here
tbe Colorado river, unconscious of
all changes, continues to roll as It
chooses.
To the east you see green trees and
glass growing where the river bed
omce was. The Santa Fe railroad has
been three times compelled to move
it» tracks southward, at the river's
command. Part of the old track bed
■till stands at the- river's edge, and re-
cently the Colorado, lazily avoiding a
•a ad bar of its own construction, has
eaten the land away within a few feet
of the paved highway.
But soon Hoover dam wall will hold
back these turbulent waters and the
big river, like the rest of us, coerced
by civilization, will behave.
Jit
Copyright by Peter B. Xyn&
he Conqueror
By
WNU Service.
CHAPTER X—Continued
—12—
Crooked Bill laughed pleasurably.
He liked this young man's gay frank-
ness and humor although it disturbed
him. Here (he reflected) was exactly
the sort of male biped to appeal to his
Nearly to the north Is the Grand
canyon, most remarkable gorge on
earth, cut a mile deep by the Colo-
rado" river.
You should see that and the won-
ders to the west of it, and all this
great nation between the two oceans.
Coming out here is so easy.
Dr. B. B. Moeur never expected to
be governor of Arizona. A country
doctor, his specialty was bringing ba-
bies into the world. Mother and baby
always lived and "did wqp."
He says: "I never owned a dress
aultx Just wear one kind of clothes.
They are good enough to go anywhere.
Never asked anyone to vote for me;
never had to deny anything; never
had to look over my shoulder while I
talked."
"Seest thou a man diligent in his
business, he shall stand before kings."
Doctor Moeur is diligent. Spent his
yonth on the Texas range. When he
has a patient very ill he says to as-
sembled relatives: "Get down on your
knees and pray. I have done all I
can."
Also, in 1917, when young men from
Tempe, his home town, went to war,
Doctor Moeur sent each one a letter
saying any bills they owed were can-
celed and he would look after their
families without charge while they
were away.
In Tla Juana, Mexico, across the
California border, many drinking sa-
loons, including one bar, longest in the
world, have reduced beer to 5 cents a
big glass as a tribute to depression In
the United States. Mexico has no real
depression, for every Mexican knows
how to work on the land, and Mexi-
cans can live on what they produce
from the soil—corn and beans—plus
sunshine, air, water.
Parliamentary circles In Belgium
calls America's refusal to continue
postponing or cancel the debt "a colos-
sal monument to egotism."
Do you remember when Americans
were sending millions to be spent in
Belgium for charity, while Mr. Hoover
fed the Belgian children so generously
that Indigestion became a national
complaint, and American mothers were
urged by clergymen and other good
Americans not to give too much sugar,
oatmeal, meat or anything else to their
own children.
Belgium did not call that "monu-
mental egotism." Some Belgians and
other Europeans even strained a point
^and said thank you.
illfornia grape growers will sell
when law makes It legal, at |1.40
on, 35 cents a full quart. That
prlce^e* «o«r wlne> although
_ been much lower. In Italy It
has been sold for S cents a quart and
fed to horse mixed with their oats.
Red wine, mixed with water, Its alco-
holic content reduced to 2 per cent or
less. 1 per cent for children, is an ex-
cellent family drink. It discourages
typhoid and other disease affecting
the Intestinal tract, fortifies the blood.
#, lilt, by King Features Syndicate. Inc.
WNU Service
"I hear Antrim's niece, who Is his
heir, is a guest at your ranch, Mr.
HIguenes," he said cautiously. "Is she
anything like her uncle?"
"Tom Antrim was her misfortune,
not her fault. Miss Antrim is, without
doubt, the most delightful, fascinating,
provoking, adroit, belligerent, sports-
man-like and honest young lady it has
ever been my fortune to meet."
"You're in love with her," Crooked
Bill charged. It was his habit to at-
tack without warning, for he knew the
value of surprise and grasping the
Initiative.
Don Jaime shrugged. "What else
would one expect?"
"Well, do you stand a Chinaman's
chance?"
"Alas, no! I killed her uncle."
"Yet she's your guest."
"Oh, she realized I had no other al-
ternative. However, under the cir-
cumstances I have thought it the part
of wisdom to remain the "good friend.
I am afraid of that young woman. I
fear she would not be an ideal wife
for a Higuenes."
"You're an ass, young man," Crooked
Bill cried sharply, all of his love and
loyalty to his niece instantly out-
raged. "If she's all that you have just
told me she is, she's a prize and you're
a lobster not to go in and win her."
"I have some pride," Don Jaime
murmured sadly. "I could not risk a
refusal. It wouid kill me. Moreover,
there is another man—some fellow in
New York." He sat down to permit
the juleps to chill.
"Oh I" Crooked Bill was relieved.
He was discovering things, and dis-
coveries were not unpleasant.
"So you're going to buy the Antrim
sheep?" Don Jaime resumed.
"I've bought them—subject to the
approval of the heir and the probate
court"
"I'm very much afraid neither one
will approve, Mr. Blodgett. Unfor-
tunately, I want those sheep. They've
been feeding for two months on grass
that's rightfully mine and they've done
so much damage to my range I might
as well keep them there and make
a profit out of them—for Miss An-
trim. She tells me her uncle, who was
very rich, has gone broke in the mar-
ket, and she's hocked the sheep and
the ranch to help him out."
"By George, she is a sport, Isn't
she?"
"If I permit you to buy those sheep
where do you intend to graze them?"
"Don't intend to graze them. I'm
going to sell them immediately."
"Locally?"
"Perhaps."
"That makes it a little binding. I
wouldn't like to see you sell those sheep
locally. While I can stand them on
my range, for Miss Antrim's sake, my
forbearance would cease if they be-
longed to anybody else and continued
to trespass on my range."
"Is it your range?"
"No, it's state land, but I control the
water. So I fear I'll have to outbid
you on those sheep, Mr. Blodgett."
"I've got my heart set on them, son,
and when that happens I usually get
what I go after."
Don Jaime concluded it was time to
strike. "You went after my dad once
—and you didn't get him. He got you
—In the heel—you cunning old four-
flusher. And I'm here to tell you that
the old greaser spirit isn't frozen in
the veins of Patricio's son, Mr. Wil-
liam B. Latham!"
"H—l's fire!" Crooked Bill appeared
about to collapse in his chair.
"I haven't figured out what you're
up to, Mr. Crooked Bill, but It's de-
vious, and Mr. Glenn Hackett is help-
ing you out. You're framing some-
thing on me, and I think you merely
want to get those sheep out of the
way so your niece can be ordered
home, leaving little Jaime Miguel Hig-
uenes bereft. Not so, Bolivia. Those
sheep stay and Roberta stays. Your
niece is an outrageous coquette, if you
\ must know it—and I bet you do—so
, it's my job to bust that young woman
, and marry her and I'd like to see the
photograph of the antediluvian uncle
that can throw a cold chisel into my
cogs and get away with it."
Crooked Bill thought swiftly of all
the things he would have to explain
If Roberta ever learned what he had
been up to, and his thoughts saddened
him. "Can you fix It with the Judge
to disapprove the sale?"
"Certainly. I'll offer ten cents a
head more for those sheep than you
j have. I can't spare that amount of
ready cash to put Into sheep Just now,
so you'll loan me the money, secured
by a chattel mortgage on the sheep—"
But Crooked Bill had been crowded
far enough. "I'll see you in h—1 first."
"Where do you expect to land your-
self if Bobby hears what you've been
up to? Uncle Bill, Jim Higgins Is
talking to you now."
"Don't you call me Uncle Bill. D—n
you. you're Impertinent."
"How you do violate the rules of
hospitality! Well, please answer my
question."
"You've got me foul. Don Pruden-
cio Alviso evidently didn't receive any
Instructions from you regarding those
sheep, so the deal's gone through."
Don Jaime sighed. "I wanted it to
go through—until I discovered the
Identity of the buyer. But I wasn't
certain about you until I suggested a
drink. I wanted to see you walk. If
you didn't limp I was going to let you
have the sheep. But If you limped—"
"You've been slow on the trigger,
Jim Higgins, Just a few hours,
though."
"Evidently. Why did you want those
sheep?"
"So my niece would have no further
excuse to remain at Valle Verde. I'm
not playing you as the favorite in this
race, Mr. Higgins, I don't want my
niece to marry you. You confounded
Latins are too mercurial. Besides, I
don't want Roberta to live in Texas.
She's like a daughter to me. I'd miss
her. I'm an old man—■"
Don Jaime sipped his julep thought-
fully. "I wouldn't bet more than a
five-cent bag of tobacco that you're go-
ing to have your peace of mind dis-
turbed, but—I'll disturb it if I can.
You don't figure very largely in my
plans, either, and I don't believe you
ever went bust. Judging by the care-
less way you buy sheep, you must have
money to burn. Who did you sell the
sheep to?"
"Bill Dingle. That is, I haven't
sold them to him yet, but the deal is
ready to be closed."
"Ah, on jawbone, eh? You're going
to take a chattel mortgage and sell at
a loss, for Dingle is too good a sheep-
man to give you a profit on your deal."
Don Jaime commenced to chuckle.
"You're doomed to pay a high price
for your fancies, Uncle William. Din-
gle will sell those sheep as soon as
he can and beat it for parts unknown
with the money, leaving you to charge
that chattel mortgage off on your next
Income tax statement."
Crooked Bill's face registered alarm.
"You think so?"
"Well after you've closed the deal
I'll bet you a hundred thousand dollars
he'll try to. And he'll succeed unless
he's stopped. Let me know the min-
ute the deal with Dingle is closed, be-
cause immediately thereafter I'm going
to guard every water-hole, and those
sheep of yours will die of thirst before
Dingle can move them off that range."
"I think I'll sell you those sheep,"
Crooked Bill faltered.
"You're regaining your senses. I'll
buy them from you—at two dollars a
head less than you paid for them. I'll
teach you to take a joke, mister. You
horned in on my private affairs and
now you've got to fee the fiddler. And
I'll not pay cash, either. Five per cent
interest on a chattel mortgage. How-
ever, you'll be safe with a chattel
mortgage of mine."
"If I sell to you will you give me
your word of honor never to tell Ro-
berta a word about this?"
"I'm willing to make that stipula-
tion a part of the contract. Let's shake
hands on It.$
They shook hands. "You're a smart
devil," said Crooked Bill admiringly.
"I'm sort of sorry I conspired against
you, but I had my reasons. I wanted
Glenn Hackett, my attorney, to be my
nephew-in-law. He's a gentleman."
"So am I."
"You're a wild Irish bandit. You
just get by, and one of these days
you'll not. Somebody will tunnel you
yet."
They had dinner, after which they
strolled over to Don Prudencio Al-
viso's office and closed the sale of, the
sheep. "And now," Crooked Bill de-
manded, when the deal was consum-
mated, "I'll forgive you a whole lot,
Jim Higgins, if you'll tell me how
come you got on to me."
SO Don Jaime toid him. "Serves me
right," the old gentleman declared. "I
played my hand poorly. Well, I'm out
of the sheep business, it seems, so
about all that's left for me to do now
is to go back to New York."
"Oh, say not so. Uncle Bill. Just go
back to the hotel, climb into your reg-
ular clothes and come along out to the
ranch with me. You'll surprise Ro-
berta. She'll think I sent for you, just
to give her a pleasant surprise, and
she'll be very grateful. Thus I shall
boom my stock a bit with her. Be-
sides, I want you to see Valle Verde."
"I saw it twenty-five years ago."
"You'd never know the old home-
stead now. I want to show you the
room you'll occupy six months of the
year. Then, when I visit you at Dobbs
Ferry you can reciprocate and show
me the room I'll occupy there six
months of the year—provided I marry
Roberta."
"You going to ask her?"
"At the proper time."
"Thanks for the proffer of your hos-
pitality, son, but I'll not accept it.
You see, I 'm going to put the skids
"under you and it just wouldn't be right
to harbor such intentions while under
your roof."
"So you're going to make Roberta
come home, are you?"
"That's the program."
"Got a good excuse?"
"The best in-the world. I've made
another killing in the market, the
sheep have b»"ri soli' to advantage
and she hasn't an excuse in the world
for hanging around Valle Verde wait-
ing for you to screw your courage up
to the point of proposing."
Don Jaime sighed. "Well, I'm not
exactly shackled to those sheep. I
have good men to care for them. I
suppose there's a hotel of sorts in
Dobbs Ferry where I can put up while
paying court to Roberta," he announced
plaintively. "She'll invite me to the
house, of course, and you'll have to
stand for it, because you can never
give a good and, sufficient reason for
objecting to me. You know, deep in
your wicked old heart, Uncle Bill, that
I'm quite a fellow. Before I ask Ro-
berta to marry me I mean to be cer-
tain she's going to like Texas well
enough to live in it. I want to know
that life will not be dull for her on
"You Confounded Latins Are Too
Mercurial."
Valle Verde. I want her to know the
job I'm doing and why I'm doing it. I
want her to realize that if she mar-
ries me she's got to be an asset, not
a liability. Consequently, I want her
to stay another month, at least, and
learn things."
"She'd never be happy with you.
You're too fierce and tough, in your
friendly, humorous way, which is just
your camouflage. You're a dangerous
man."
"Look here, Uncle Bill, has it oc-
curred to you that an Higuenes is step-
ping out of his class to mate with an
Antrim?" All the fierce, hot pride of
his Spanish ancestors was flaring in
Don Jaime's black orbs. "You knew
my father. You know the tribe of
Higuenes. We have no family skele-
tons, and if Tom Antrim suborned one
murder he suborned half a dozen. My
Spanish ancestors were not peasants,
I'll have you understand."
"Oh, I know that! It's your Irish
ancestors that I object to."
"Ireland was Ireland when England
was a pup. My Irish ancestors were
twanging harps in Tara's halls when
your Anglo-Saxon progenitors were
blubbering because somebody had
stolen their bearskins and left them
naked."
"Oh, well, lefs not talk about It.
You've had your way with me and now
I'll have my way with you if I can. I
wouldn't fool you, boy."
CHAPTER XI
* '
An hour later Crooked Bill boarded
the train for El Paso, but before doing
so he sent the following telegram to
Glenn Hackett:
"The ship is sunk without a trace
so brace yourself for bad news stop
This Higgins boy gave me cards and
spades four aces big and little casino
and bet me to death on the sweeps
stop I am mighty sorry you have lost
but far from depressed that he ap-
pears to be going to win stop I belong
in a home for the feeble-minded."
At almost the same time Don Jaime
Joined Ken Ilobart in front of the
Mansion house.
"Any luck?" Hobart queried anx-
iously.
"I'm in the sheep business and may
God have mercy on my soul, Ken. To-
morrow morning we'll pay off that
gang of murderers Dingle has herd-
ing those sheep and put our own men
on the job. Dingle gets the raus, too."
"Well, you'll clear a nice profit,
won't you, chief?"
"What," replied Don Jaime mourn-
fully, "doth it profit a man If he
gaineth the whole world and suffereth
the loss of the lode-star of his exist-
ence?"
"None whatever," Ken admitted,
without knowing In the least what he
was talking about.
Five miles outside Los Algodones his
sharp eyes observed something far
ahead and off the side of the road. He
called Don Jaime's attention to it. In
the starlight a tiny red dot gleamed.
"Cigarette—Mexican—careless," Don
Jaime murmured. "Ah, he's doused it.
Getting ready for business." He
reached down into the tonneau and
brought ui> a carbine; simultaneously
Ken Hobart, swung the car off the
road and went crashing away through
the low sage in a wide arc. "There
may be holes and dry watercourses on
this road," he announced calmly, "but
we'll have to take a chance."
He switched off the lights just as a
volley of rifle fire broke the stillness
of the night. The car was hit twice
but most of the bullets droned over-
head. Don Jaime pumped his carbine,
firing at the flashes, and the car
crashed on; when the magazine was
empty he set the rifle back in the ton-
neau.
"They'll be careful after that," he
announced calmly. "They'll not close
with us, because they know we're bad
medicine at close quarters, Ken. Bet-
ter swing back into the road."
They did, and reached the hacienda
without further incident. Don Jaime
alighted and entered the patio, while
Ken Hobart drove the car to the
garage. Roberta ran swiftly to meet
Don Jaime.
"You're safe, Jimmy?" she cried in
a choking voice.
"Reasonably so, Bobby," he replied.
"My information was correct. Din-
gle's crowd of imported killers laid
for us. Well, that finishes Bill Dingle
in Las Cruces county. Tomorrow he
goes and on the run, or somebody will
be carrying him to slow music that he
won't hear. Have you been worried,
Bobby?" he asked gently.
She nodded.
"It's been a long time since anybody
worried over me, Bobby. What will I
do when you're gone?"
"What did you do before I came,
Jimmy? And I think—Jimmy, I'd
better go soon. There's really nothing
more of a business nature for me to
attend to. There never was, in fact—
just a few papers to sign, some sheep
to look at—and they're really your
worry, not mine. This afternoon I re-
ceived a letter from my uncle. It
seems that after losing his money on
a big rise, he plunged again on the
same stock, anticipating it would drop
sharply. Our friend—Glenn Hackett—
backed him, and I secured Glenn with
an assignment of the Antrim estate.
There are no other heirs, you see.
Well, the stock performed as expected,
and Uncle Bill is on his feet again.
Glenn is paid back, and Uncle Bill
wants me to sell the sheep for what-
ever I can get for them and come
home."
"Well, that's certainly very nice
news for all hands with the exception
of the Higuenes boy. I don't want you
to go, Bobby. We're just getting ac-
quainted with each other."
"And I don't want to go, either—so
soon. It's been wonderful to visit
Valle Verde. It's quiet here, so peace-
ful. At first I thought it such a for-
lorn country, but now I can see beauty
in It. I can understand why you love
it, Jimmy, and why you wouldn't give
it up for anything In the world. It's
yours. This land is part of you, these
people are your responsibilities. It
must be wonderful to have responsi-
bilities. You mustn't take risks. You
mustn't fight with that Dingle man."
"Oh, there will be no fight. I'll just
tell him to get out of Las Cruces coun-
ty and he'll get out. By the way, is
Glenn Hackett a pretty fine fellow?"
"As fine as a man can be, I think."
"Are you going to marry him, Bob-
by?"
"No." She fairly fired the word at
him.
"Excuse me for being curious about
your business Roberta, but I just
wanted to know if you had a reason-
able excuse for going back to New
York. You're very welcome here.
Won't you please stay a little longer?"
"No, I think not, Jimmy."
Fie shrugged. "Well, suit yourself.
But anyhow, we'll tie a can to Dingle
and his men before you go." He stifled
a little yawn. "I'm tired, Bobby.
Breakfast at six tomorrow morning.
Will you join me? Then we can get
an early start for the old Antrim
ranch and jolt Mr. Dingle out of his
complacency."
She nodded and turned away to hide
the tears of mortification that were
welling to her eyes. Why couldn't he
see that she did not want to leave
Valle Verde at all? Why had he not
urged her to stay? Of course he had
urged her, but then he had not been
persistent in it. If he had persisted
she would have reconsidered. No, he
did not love her. Absolutely not! Out-
wardly he was fiery; inwardly he was
cold.
Roberta felt very miserable as she
bade him good night with a little
catch in her throat.
At breakfast Jimmy noted the faint
circles under her eyes and rejoiced
exceedingly thereat "When they
worry so about a fellow that they
can't sleep, a deaf man with his. ear
to the ground may not infrequently
catch the faint sound ,of distant wed-
ding bells," he reflected.
They chatted in desultory fashion
during the meal; then Roberta went to
fetch her coat and hat She was wait-
ing for him at the patio gate when he
emerged from the ranch office, a car-
bine in his hands, a belt of ammuni-
tion around his waist and the two
pearl-handled pistols tied down
to his legs. Julio brought the en-
closed car up and when they climbed
in, Roberta noticed that beside Julio
sat Ken Hobart He was armed sim-
ilarly to his chief and carried a spare
carbine—for the use, in an emergency,
of the boy Julio, doubtless. An hour
later they pulled up at the Antrim
ranchhouse.
Ken Hobart got out, walked to the
front door and banged on it loudly. A
Chinaman, in a greasy apron, opened it
"Where's Dingle?" the foreman de-
manded.
"He go ketchum sheep. No come
back long time."
Hobart walked around the house
and inspected the interior of an equal-
ly dilapidated barn.
"I imagine the Chinaman's telling
the truth. Dingle's car is not In the
barn," he reported.
"We've had our drive for nothing,
Ken. Well, we'll go back to Valle
Verde, put a couple of saddle horses
In a truck and run down to the range
where the sheep are. We'll go as far
as we can with the truck, and this
car, then unload and ride up into the
hills. Game for the journey, Bobby?"
She nodded and they whirled across
the dusty plain to Valle Verde. Here
four horses were saddled and led up
a ramp into a large motor truck, and,
preceded by the motorcar, they headed
down the road toward Los Algodones.
They left the road presently and
broke trail across the sage to the foot-
hills, where the ramp was let down
from the rear of the motor truck and
the horses backed out.
'''Ken, you and Julio ride In a north-
easterly direction," Don Jaime ordered.
"Miss Antrim and I will ride in the
general direction of that butte yonder
to the southeast. Aurelio, you will re-
main here with the truck and motor-
car. We will meet here not later than
four o'clock this afternoon, Ken."
Roberta mounted the hunter Don
Jaime had given her. To her surprise
she found a light carbine protruding
from a holster swung under the sweat
leather on her stock saddle, and a belt
of cartridges hung over the pommeL
"Am I expected to do some shooting
in the event of emergency, Jimmy?"
she queried.
"Not at all. But you can shoot—at
least that magazine article I read
about you so stated. If we should get
separated, even briefly, I'd feel better
to know you were armed. Fve been
charged on this range by wild hogs."
"In that event I imagine I can take
care of myself," she assured him.
They rode steadily into the south-
east, gradually climbing the butte;
when they reached its crest a wide val-
ley lay outspread before and below
them, and Don Jaime reined In his
horse. With his binoculars he swept
the country for miles in every direc-
tion, but there was no sign of the vast
flock.
"It would seem we're In for a good
hard ride if we are to find Mr. Dingle
with those sheep," Roberta ventured,
as he lowered the binoculars.
"They were In that valley yesterday
and two miles south of it the day
before. There's feed for a week yon-
der. ... I don't understand." He
searched with the glass again to the
south, then handed it to her. "Do you
see a slight film of white dust in the
sky—rising beyond those low slate-
colored hills yonder?" He pointed.
Roberta adjusted the glasses and
looked. The cloud in question was
very faint, but—it was a cloud.
"Sheep moving—south," Don Jaime
informed her laconically. "Roberta, I
have a hunch your Mr. Dingle is yon-
der with that dust cloud headed for
Mexico with the said sheep."
"You mean—he's stealing them?"
"I do. There's fair range below the
Rio Grande for sheep—and it isn't at
all a difficult job for the Dingles of
this world to get across the line with-
out being detected. Well, we can't af-
ford to lose our sheep, can we?"
"It would mean a severe loss," Ro-
berta answered. "Is there no way to
stop him?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Nature Responsible for Bestowal of Talents
Every anatomy Is defective some-
where. Reasoning by analogy, can
we expect perfect intelligence in our-
selves or In others? Scorn for the
moron seems to Imply that we think
that the moron, by taking thought,
might cease to be one. Let our own
deficiencies make us charitable. Do
we comprehend the Binstein theory;
do we know what the financial col-
umns on the market and business
pages mean to a degree that we can
make money by thetn its some do;
could we invent anything median
ical? What is the capacity of our
mind,?
Providence bestows upon us our
talents as It bestows upon us our
arms, legs and Internal organs to be
used as we best know how. If we
have "that kind of a brain"—among
our other "internal organs"—that Is
the kind of brain we have. Whom
does it become to be harsh about the
wits of others?—F II. Collier in the
St. Louis (!!obe-Pemocrat.
P00LTKY
PUTTING FLESH ON
BIRDS FOR MARKET
Fools steal time and temper.
Advice Applicable to All
Turkey Raisers.
By O. C. UFFORD, Extension Poultrymu,
Colorado Agricultural College.
WNU Service.
The range for turkeys to be fattened
should be restricted, because excessive
exercise on a free range prevents the
birds from putting on flesh as they
should.
A mash of ground feeds should be
kept before them all the time, in hop-
pers. Any of the grains that are
raised in the state, such as corn,
wheat oats or barley, may be used In
this mash, which may be composed
of equal parts by weight of the grains
available.
In addition to mash, the turkeys be-
ing fattened should receive whole
grain in the mornings and evenings.
Some growers prefer to put the whole
grain in hoppers and keep it before
the birds at all times.
It may require some time before the
turkeys take to grains they have not
been used to, and any change In the
ration of the flock should be made
early enough that the birds will be-
come accustomed to the change before
the fattening period starts. Milk, If
available, should be kept before the
flock being fattened. It is also a good
practice to soak some of the whole
grain in milk before feeding it
Fright Often Cause of
Eggs With Soft Shells
Fright is often the cause of internal-
ly broken eggs which generally prove
fataL Fright is a common cause of
soft-shelled eggs. Such eggs are not
only a loss, but they are passed with
such difficulty as to give rise to se-
rious complications which may end
with the loss of the pullet Soft-
shelled eggs may also be responsible
for pullets contracting the egg-eating
habit
Moreover, fright seriously affects
egg production. Unfortunately, fright
often becomes a permanent condition
and injury; let the pullets become
frightened once and the least disturb-
ance or irregularity afterwards will
often cause them to go "all to pieces."
Whether a flock of pullets has "gone
to nerves" or not may determine
whether they will yield a profit or a
loss.
Since fright may lead to serious
conditions and losses, how can It be
prevented? Simply by special care
and management When pullets are
given no cause for fear they soon wel-
come the companionship of the care-
taker or even visitors if due care and
precaution are exercised.—Farm Jour-
nal.
Increases Size of Eggs
Increasing the size of eggs laid by a
flock can be brought about by using
only male birds from large-egg dams,
states C. G. Burroughs, Dane county,
Wisconsin. In three years the average
weight of a dozen eggs from his flock
has increased from 23.2 ounces to 26.4
ounces.
Mr. Burroughs attributes his early
small-egg weights to a group of cock-
erels saved from heavy-producing,
small-egg hens, but his present pullets
are sired by cockerels from dams that
produced eggs weighing from 26 to 27
ounces per dozen. In April this flock
was the leader In the Record of Per-
formance poultry flocks of the state.
In this contest production and egg size
are both considered.—Prairie Farmer.
Hen Pests
Menopon gallinae, tbe common hen
louse, is a profit-cutting poultry pest,
and is known wherever hens congre-
gate. Keeping company with the louse
are the mites, the hen flea, and sundry
relatives that specialize on eating
feathers, sucking blood, or just pester-
ing their victims. Cornell bulletin
dealing with chicken lice and mites,
and their control Is available on re-
quest to the office of publication at the
New York State College of Agricul-
ture at Ithaca, N. Y.
Wage War on Worms
Worms in poultry run the feed bill
up, we are reminded by one of our
folks In Washington. Says he: "The
worms are always on the job and their
continual sucking of blood means they
are taking a large share of the birds*
mash and grain. Many of the ail-
ments of poultry, including paralysis
and deficiency diseases, are the result
of worms—roundworms, tapeworms,
caeca worms." You can make similar
charges against all parasites internal
and external, of poultry and of stock.
Exhibition Hints
It Is well known that white or
plumaged birds intended for exhibition
are Improved in appearance by "sift-
ing" laundry starch into the feathers
after they are washed with a good
grade of soap and then rinsed in luke-
warm water. In the final tubbing a
little laundry bluing will help remove
any yellow tinge. Proper drying aft-
er washing is essential. The bird
must not be placed too close to a fire
or the feathers will curL Peroxide of
hydrogen, diluted, will remove
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