The Boerne Star (Boerne, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 38, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 29, 1940 Page: 3 of 8
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PASTURES AIDED
BY PROPER CARE
Turf Should Be Worked
Before Re-Seeding.
By C. H. FARNHAM
(University of Illinois College of Agriculture.)
Thinning hair is pretty hard to
stop, but thinning pastures can be
rejuvenated.
Since the seedbed largely deter-
mines the success of a pasture, the
turf of old pastures should be sum-
mer-plowed and worked down sev-
eral times before reseeding in late
August or early September. In
some cases thorough disking will
help if existing grasses and weeds
won’t compete too much with the
new seedings.
Because continued pasturing or
cropping reduces the content of
calcium, phosphorus and other plant
food materials, most old pastures
need limestone and fertilizer. Need
of limestone, which can be deter-
mined by an acidity test, usually
shows up first. Limestone should
be applied several months ahead of
legume seedings so it will have time
to sweeten the soil before seeding
time.
If the land is to be plowed, it is
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“And with all of those deeds your
mother has tied you to her for the
rest of your lives, you, John, and
Sarah, at least,” interrupted Gay.
“Oh, of course she’s been splendid. I
mean that sincerely. But it’s a sort
of selfishness, too. She resents me
because I can do things for you
which she can’t. She’s afraid of
me, for you, for your work, for Deb-
by, mainly because she wants to be
the source of all giving, like God,
like—”
“You’re uncharitable, Gay.”
“I’m honest. I’ve seen. If I
weren’t Gabriella Graham, if I had
no money, she would welcome me
for your sake. I being who I am,
she fears and resents me.”
Lack of security breeds fear,
best to apply the limestone after j When you are obliged to consider
plowing so it will sweeten the upper 1 the possible result of every move
portion of the root system as well
as the deeper soil areas. Lime-
stone does not move up in the soil
but the solution goes downward.
Lightly working manure into the soil
before seeding pasture mixtures
also gives them a boost in establish-
ing root and top growth.
On steep slopes, it is best to do
all the plowing and disking on the
level contour. He recommends that
any sod draws that have developed
should be left undisturbed to form
grass waterways.
Pasture improvement, contour
farming, seeding of legumes and
applications of limestone constitute
four of the five practices being
stressed in 1940 to achieve more con-
servation of soil, water and human
resources. The other practice is
tree planting.
Good Pasture for Hogs
Will Reduce Pork Costs
Good pasture for hogs is one way
of really cutting pork production
costs, suggests A. L. Anderson, ani-
mal husbandry specialist at Iowa
State college.
Anderson points to the results of
18 swine feeding demonstrations
conducted on Iowa farms by Iowa
State college in which pasture was
used. Eight of these pastures were
poor to fair in quality, largely of
bluegrass. Ten of the pastures were
good, consisting of alfalfa, red clo-
yer, and rape.
The same rations were used on all
pastures. The pigs on poor pas-
tures fed corn and minerals made
an average gain of .76 pound, while
on good pastures the daily gain was
1.36 pounds, or two-thirds more.
Good pasture is one of the best
sources of easily digested protein.
Rich in lime and phosphorus, the
legumes provide minerals which are
easily assimilated by young pigs.
Current Fencing Methods
Follow Farming Changes
Contour farming, high-speed high-
ways and rotation grazing bring new
problems in fence-building which are
discussed and solved in a recent
publication written by engineers of
the U. S. department of agriculture.
A “bending fence” that won’t
“bend” over, when wires are
stretched tightly, is needed where
hills are farmed on the contour.
Straight fences waste land under
such conditions.
Safe entrances on high-speed high-
ways require proper choice of loca-
tion and special construction, the
bulletin points out. Gates set back
from the fence line avoid sharp
turns with farm machinery, and en-
trances on level ground give a clear
view up and down the road.
Agricultural News
Cows will drink as many as
times a day.
Horses will stand the heat better
if they have free access to com-
mon salt.
Soybean oil meal made by the
expeller process contains 4 to 5.5
per cent of oil, meal made by the
solvent process had about 1 per cent
of oil, and meal made by the hy-
draulic process retains from 5.5 to
6 per cent of oil.
Steers fed on ground ear corn
tend to bloat less on legume pasture
than animals getting shelled corn.
When making large piles of hay
bales, scatter some loose hay or
straw over each layer or row, to
bind them together to prevent slip-
page' or overturning.
you make, you are cautious.
“You’re afraid, too,” she said,
barely audibly, as though the words
had been forced through her lips.
“You don’t trust me.”
He turned to look at her misera-
bly.
“You needn’t tell me. I know.”
Her voice steadied. “The things I’ve
been thinking are true, the things I
thought tonight while I was waiting
here for you.”
“What things, Gay?”
“That it isn’t possible. We hurt
each other. Love isn’t enough.”
“Oh, Gay! I do love you!” His
arms reached for her. Passion
flamed through the dark misery in
his eyes. “I adore you. Since I
first met you, when you were fif-
teen years old, I’ve worshiped you.”
“No! Don’t touch me!” She
slipped away from the sofa, went to
stand, leaning, against the wing-
chair beside the hearth. He half
rose to follow her, dropped back,
! sat with shoulders drooping, his
1 hands swinging between his knees.
; “It’s just biology, isn’t it?” she
: asked with a little brittle laugh. “I
j hoped there was more than that.
' had the naive notion that biology
; was only a part of it, that there
! could be companionship, too, and
| faith and security.”
| “Gay—!” He groaned,
j “I’m beginning to understand. No,
; not that. I guess I’ve known but I
; wouldn’t admit it. Do you remem-
j ber Christmas Eve in New York
| when Suki announced callers? You
| asked me what you should say
j to them. I think I asked you what
| you said to me. You said ‘I tell you
I- I love you.’ That’s the only thing
j we can say to each other without
I quarreling. What will we talk about
when—?”
“But if—when we’re together, we
won’t be here or in New York.
There won’t be people getting in the
way, your family, mine—”
“I’ve told myself that, but it isn’t
true. We can’t escape our environ-
ments. We’ll take them with us
wherever we go. We’ll quarrel and
make up and quarrel again, but each
quarrel will leave a scar. Let’s not
spoil it, John.”
He started up from the sofa.
“Gay! Do you mean—?” he asked
hoarsely.
She held him off with an instinc-
tive gesture. “Uncle John may have
known,” she said steadily, her hands
grasping the back of the chair. “But
he was—dying. We must live, John,
you and I. We can’t let something
that was beautiful become tarnished
and scarred. Let’s stop hurting each
other. Let’s end it now, neatly and
definitely.”
He stood beside her, at a little dis-
tance, his lips moving, his eyes
searching her face. She glanced
away.
“Do you want to do that?” he
asked quietly.
“Yes—” Her reply was as con-
trolled as his question had been. “I
want to go home tomorrow and start
to forget you. It will be difficult
but I’ll manage it. You forget any-
thing, don’t you, in time?”
“Do you mean that? Look at me,
Gay.”
Her head turned. She looked up
at him through a film of tears.
“I mean it—” Her voice faltered.
Clinging to the back of the chair,
she swayed as though her strength
was gone.
He caught her, held her. For an
instant they clung together, urgent-
ly, despairingly, then she broke
away.
“That doesn’t change anything,
John.”
“Doesn’t it? Oh, can’t we, Gay?
I love you so.”
His arms held her again. Her face,
streaming with tears, lifted to his
face. “When I’m with you like this
—Darling! How can we? I don’t
know . . .”
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CHAPTER XV
Kate sat up straight in the chair
beside the long triple window in Kit-
ty Cameron’s drawing-room and
closed the book she had been read-
ing as Gay and Todd came into the
room.
Hello,” she said, removing her
reading glasses.
‘Hello.” Gay returned her greet-
ing cheerfully.
“Hello, Kate,” Todd said smiling.
Kate’s keen eyes regarded them
speculatively. “Where have you
been?” she asked.
“Driving in Connecticut.” Gay
dropped into the chair opposite
Kate’s. “It’s a heavenly day.”
“Grand. Summer at last.” Todd
stood beside Gay’s chair, looking
especially handsome, Kate thought,
in a light flannel suit and a green
shirt with a darker green tie which
accented the lights in his hazel eyes.
“What are you reading, the diction-
ary?”
“Anthony Adverse. Since I can no
longer get a kick out of telling people
I haven’t read if, I thought I might
as well. But riding in Connecticut.”
Kate’s eyebrow lifted. “Aren’t you
working these days?”
“This was business.” Todd
grinned at Kate with a light-hearted
air which raised the eyebrow high-
er. “An estate the bank may risk
a mortgage on. We were looking it
over.”
“Gay must have been a great
help,” Kate said dryly.
“Moral support,” Gay said, smil-
ing.
“I’ve got to run along,” Todd said.
“Will eight be too early, Gay?”
“Just about right, I should say.”
Gay smiled lazily up at Todd. “Tell
your Dad I think it’s a safe risk,
except that the well-sweep, though
picturesque, is a fake.”
“I’ll, remember that.” Todd start-
ed toward the door. “ ’Bye, Kate.
Good-by, Gay. See you at eight.”
“You should learn to control your
voice, Todd.”
“What big ears you have, Katie.
’Bye. Eight o’clock, Gay. Don’t
move. You look too comfortable,
think I can find my way out.”
His footsteps sounded along the
hall. The grill of the lift slurred
and clicked. Kate looked at Gay
leaning back in the chair beside the
windows.
“Hats are getting crazier and
crazier,” she said.
“Yes, aren’t they?” Gay pulled
off the scrap of straw to which Kate
referred.
“That one looks like a fez without
the tassel. Are you a Shriner?”
“No, I’m an elk. Didn’t you
know?” Gay spun the hat on her
forefinger. “Any word from Moth-
er?”
“None. You’re going out for din-
ner?”
“Yes. And dancing afterwards.”
“Well, thanks for this fleeting
glimpse of you.”
“Do you mind? I won’t go if you
do. I know I haven’t been home
with you much and it was nice of
you to come in and stay with me
while Kitty and Robert are away.”
“Go on. I don’t mind. I have
Anthony here for company. Quite a
lad, too, I’ve gathered from the por-
tion I’ve read thus far.”
“Do you mind, really? You
sound—”
“Oh, go on.” Kate regarded Gay
in silence for a moment. Then, “I
suppose you know what you’re do-
ing?” she said.
“What do you mean?” Gay’s
glance turned to the windows
through which showed a glimpse of
blue sky and early June sunlight.
“You know what I mean. Don’t
pretend that you don’t.”
“Todd understands.”
“If he does, it’s more than I do.
You break your engagement, upset
the entire family, and then you pro-
ceed to spend a part of every day
with him.”
“Don’t scold me when I’m cheer-
ful. Todd and I are just very good
friends.”
“Which, I suppose, is the reason
he comes in here fairly dripping
moonlight and roses. There’s noth-
ing like a good friend to put a song
in the voice and a shine in the eyes.”
“There’s no pleasing you.” Gay
laughed. “When I stayed at home
you urged me to go out. Now that
I’m following your advice, you scold
me.”
“You have no sense of proportion.
You either act like a hibernating
ground-hog or a slightly intoxicated
moth. You’re going too hard.”
Kate’s brows drew together in a
frown. “You’re so thin you scarcely
cast a shadow and your eyes are too
big for your face.”
“It makes me interesting look-
ing.”
“Oh, nonsense! I don’t like what
you’re doing to Todd.”
“That should be Todd’s concern,
shouldn’t it?”
“I know. You needn’t tell me.
None of my business.”
“I’m sorry, Kate. It’s all right.
Todd has gotten all over being in
love with me.”
Kate looked at her with an ex-
pression of studied derision which
did not conceal the concern in her
eyes. “I suppose you think it’s
charming modesty to pretend that
he isn’t more in love with you than
ever.” Kate waited, then burst out.
“What has happened? What about
John?”
“Nothing.” Gay’s eyes fell from
Kate’s anxious face to the hat in her
lap.
“Excuse me. I’ve wondered, but
you’ve been so stately that I haven’t
dared to ask questions. “Have
you—?”
“Nothing, really. I hear from him.
He’s well and busy. There’s a
chance of his getting the sort of
work he wants in Boston. He isn’t
particularly interested in general
practice and the doctor for whom he
has been substituting has returned.
I ought to start to dress if I’m go-
ing out. We’re having dinner at the
Heron Club. The food isn’t much
but the music is good. Denny O’Con-
nor is there again. I adore his
songs.”
“That’s right. Change the sub-
ject. Has something happened? I
was afraid—”
“You were right. It isn’t, it hasn’t
worked out.” Gay lifted shadowed
eyes dark with pain which contra-
dicted the half-smile trembling
across her lips. “ ‘East is east and
west is west,’ as Mr. Kipling pointed
out. What’s that about the rich
young man and the camel and the
“You’re so quiet. I thought you
enjoyed this afternoon.”
“I did.” She raised her glass.
“Did you tell your Dad that we
thought the property was a pretty
good risk?”
“You’re unhappy, Gay.”
“That’s very ungrateful of me.
When a gentleman takes a lady
dancing the least she can do is to be
bright and merry.”
“I don’t care about that.” Todd’s
face above the conventional black
and white of his dinner clothes was
very grave. “Is there anything I
can do?”
She was silent for a moment.
Then, “I must do it myself,” she
said, slowly, listlessly. “I should
have made it a clean break three
months ago. I’ve always disliked
loose ends.”
“Gay—” He bent toward her. “Do
you think of what I told you, of
what I’ve been telling you all
spring?”
“Very often.” Her glance lifted,
then fell to the table. Her fingers
twirled the slender stem of the glass.
“Will you?” he asked very low.
Her eyes lifted again, met his
eyes steadily. “I couldn’t do that to
you, Todd.”
“But if I’m willing to take a
chance—”
“We’ll neither of us have any
peace,” she said thoughtfully, “un-
til — He, John —” She paused,
glanced away.
“You know that you can talk oi
him to me.”
know. You’ve been—”
E'LOATING silently, this white
*■ swan, surrounded by colorful
“Yes, I
Her voice faltered. “I can’t tell
you.
‘We could go away, now, tonight,
down into Maryland.”
needle’s eye? You, with your recto-
ry training, should understand. It
applies to young ladies who have
too much money, as well.” She
sagged down in the chair, her hands
falling in a gesture of hopelessness.
“I’m so tired, Kate.”
“Don’t go out. Go to bed. I’ll
bring you something on a tray.”
She sat erect, forcing animation
into her gestures, her voice, her
smile.
“I want to go. When I’m dancing,
where there are people—“ She
sprang up from the chair. “Oh,
how I hate good times!”
“Gay!” Kate rose and went to
her. “There’s no sense in this, you
know. Go to bed. You’re as white
as chalk.”
Gay stood by the windows look-
ing out into the clear atmosphere
still bright with the after-glow of
the sun.
“June,” she said, barely audibly.
“It’s lovely at the cabin now. There
are wild strawberries in the meadow
across the road and the ferns are
uncurling along the lane.”
“I wish you’d never seen the cab-
in!”
“Do you? I don’t. I wouldn’t have
missed it. I’m grateful—”
“You’re half sick, Gay,” Kate
cried -desperately. “Please go to
bed.”
“I’m going out to dance.” She
turned from the windows, not look-
ing at Kate.
“If it takes the rain to make
the pretty flowers,” she sang a little
off-key. “Have you heard Denny
O’Connor? He’s marvelous.”
“Well, if that’s a sample—”
“Are you criticizing my voice?”
She swayed toward Kate, dropped
her head against Kate’s shoulder.
“It just takes time, doesn’t it? Kate,
how much time does it take?”
You do—like me, Gay?”
“You are my best and my dearest
friend.”
“Then why not? You say that he,
that John, half expects it. Wouldn’t
it be the most simple solution? We
could go away, now, tonight, down
into Maryland. You can’t keep on
like this. You’re making yourself
ill. I know you love him. But
you love me, too, in a different way.
And if he’s—”
“It would be a simple solution for
him, for me, too, perhaps. But you,
Todd? You’re too fine to have any-
thing but the besti You’d be sacri-
ficing yourself—”
“To have you, even the part of
you that has always belonged to me?
That’s not a sacrifice. It’s pure
selfishness, Gay. I’m conceited
enough to think that in time—”
“And you’re probably right. I
don’t know—”
“We’ve always come together
again, after either of us has—
strayed.” He smiled. “You remem-
ber when I was pretty crazy about
Julie? I woke up one morning while
visiting her in Charleston, and
couldn’t wait to get back to you.
I had myself all primed for abase-
ments and declarations and when I
burst in on you at Southampton all
you said was, ‘Go change your
clothes, Todd. We’re sailing in a
race this afternoon.’ ”
“I remember.” A faint reflection
of his smile curved her lips.
Encouraged by the smile, he went
on eagerly, persuasively. “And when
you were running a temperature
about that aviator— What was his
name?”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
The music stopped. Todd led Gay
to the seat against the wall uphol-
stered in peacock-blue leather.
“Are you having fun?” He seated
himself beside her. “Has anything
happened since this afternoon?”
“I am.” She turned to smile at
him brightly. “No, nothing has
happened. Why do you ask?”
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A speed of 139 feet per second,
or 94.7 miles per hour is the great-
est recorded speed of a pitched
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by the speed meter owned by the
Cleveland Indians for a ball pitched
by Atley Donald, a member of the
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Indians had a feast on the beach
of an island in Lake Huron at some
time between 500 and 800 A. D. The
fact that this feast was held, how-
ever, is not nearly as important as
the fact that there were Indians in
the Great Lakes region from 1,100
to 1,400 years ago. Until recently
no definite evidence had ever been
produced to prove that there were
human inhabitants of this area at
such an early date.
Searching for early Indian data on
Great Cloche island, just north of
Manitoulin island in the Georgian
bay region, Dr. E. F. Greenman,
University of Michigan archeologist,
discovered the remains of this an-
cient Indian meal. Later Dr. Green-
man returned to the island with Dr.
George M. Stanley, Michigan geolo-
gist, to determine the age of the
find.
Evidence that Indians held such a
feast on the beach of Great Cloche
island consists of the discolored sand
and stones on which their fires were
built, scraps of foreign flint and
quartz, and bones of fish and ani-
mals which made up their meal.
Evidently the meal consisted of
moose, deer, beaver, sturgeon and
another unidentified type of fish.
The beach on which the Indians
ate their meal, now 28 feet above
the water of Lake Huron, says Dr.
Stanley, was on the water level
when the red men visited the island
hundreds of years ago.
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