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PLATT KNOWS BIRDS
his opera glasses in his pocket. A bird may take the view of the one in the
poem and assert: “Nobody knows but my mate and I, where our nestlings lie.
Chee, chee, chee.’’
But that bird is wrong. For Platt knows.
One morning Platt paused in a little park on his way up to Capitol hill
to fix his opera glasses on a bird that was going twee, twee, twee, in a mighty
oak tree. Innocent pedestrians stopped to look, wondering what manner of
man or beast Platt had sighted in the tree. One old fellow, however, was
smarter than the rest. As he passed he remarked out of the corner of his
mouth to Platt:
“Fve seen you practical jokers before. You’ll stare up yonder a long time
before you’ll get me to look.”
P DEMOCRATSNEvT SECRETARY "
Normal promotion and recogni
tion of ability both operated when W.
R. Hollister was appointed acting sec
retary of the Democratic national
committee not long ago. The change
was made necessary by the lamented
death of Thomas J. Pence, the secre
tary, and it is believed and hoped by
the many friends of Mr. Hollister that
his present temporary position will
be made permanent at the Democratic
national convention at St. Louis next
June. Mr. Hollister was appointed
assistant secretary by Mr. Pence and
conducted the affairs of the office for
several weeks under the direction of
the secretary.
Mr. Hollister, who hails from Jef
ferson City, Mo., is clerk of the sen
ate committee on foreign relations, of
which Senator Stone of Missouri is
chairman. Moreover, he has con
ducted two campaigns for Senator
Stone with skill and success. In 1912,
before the Baltimore convention, he was an active member of the forces that
tried in vain to bring about the nomination of Speaker Clark, but as soon as
his party decided it wanted to run Woodrow Wilson for president, Mr. Hol
lister devoted all his energy and experience to the election of that gentleman.
The new secretary is still a bachelor, despite his good looks, affability and
wide acquaintance.
INTERVIEWING CARTER GLASS
reporter used both “hell and perdition” in his indignant outburst for press
gallery consumption and analysis.
KEYNOTER FOR REPUBLICANS
Warren G. Harding, United States
senator from Ohio, selected as tem
porary chairman of the Republican
national convention in Chicago in
June by the executive committee
of the national committee, will
be called upon to sound, in his open
ing address to the convention, the
keynote of the Republican campaign.
That he will sound it in eloquent
periods is a certainty, for he is one of
the silver-tongued orators of his party,
whose words are a delight to the ear,
whether or not they carry conviction
to the mind.
Mr. Harding has been classed as a
conservative and has announced that
preparedness and the tariff will be the
paramount issues in the next cam
paign. Consequently these questions
will be dealt with at length In the key
note address.
Senator Harding is a tall, erect,
striking figure. Born in Blooming
Grove, O„ in 1865, and educated at the now defunct Ohio Central college at
Iberia, he became a printer, and soon rose from the case to be editor and
owner of the Marion Star. Naturally drifting into politics, he was elected a
state senator in 1889 and served two terms. Then, in 1903, he was made lieu
tenant governor. In 1910 he was the Republican candidate for governor, but
was defeated by Judson Harmon. Four years later he contested the Repub
lican nomination for United States senator with Senator Foraker and won
out, and was elected. His term expires in 1921.
So well does Ohio think of Senator Harding that until a few months ago
he was much talked of as that state’s "favorite son” for the presidential
nomination at Uie Chicago convention. I
Representative Edmund Platt, who
is a newspaper publisher of Pough
keepsie, N. Y., knows more things
that are true about birds than any
body else in congress.
Whenever he can collect a little
spare time, Platt puts dull statecraft
behind him and sets forth into the
woods and fields to listen to the song
and twitter of the birds. Sparrows,
robins, flamingoes, storks, crows,
wrens —no matter what kind of birds
he sees, Platt knows them all by sight. :
If a bird is sitting still he can tell it '
by its plumage, if flying, by its flight.
And if he can’t see the stork or linnet ;
or cockatoo or whatever the bird is, :
he can identify it by its song. A bird
finds it practically impossible to fool
Platt. The blackbird that tries to
pass itself off on Platt for a quail pre
sents an absurd spectacle.
Rarely does Platt venture out of
the house without his bird book and
“When is an interview not an in
terview?” was a question asked by
Washington correspondents one day
not long ago after an experience with
Representative Carter Glass of Vir
ginia, chairman of the house commit
tee on banking and currency and one
of the steadfast supporters of Presi
dent Wilson in the "armed-ship” con
troversy.
Mr. Glass was questioned by sev
eral correspondents regarding the
near revolt in the house, and he used
vigorous language in expressing his
opinion of certain of his colleagues.
One correspondent prepared his
“story” and took it to Mr. Glass lor
approval before publication. The Vir
ginian made a few changes and later i
in the evening called up the writer
and asked him to “make it perdition
instead of hell.” The next day, when
he saw his words in cold type, he de
nied he had been interviewed. The
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON. GEORGIA.
AUTHORS AS IMAGINED.
A few little words! Before that day
I never had taken heed;
But, O, how blessed the love that came—
The love that taught me to read!
Very recently I received an invita
tion from the Woodcraft league to
one of their grand
councils in New
York city. A large
number of authors
were to be pres
ent “What’s the
Woodcraft
league?” I asked
myself, with some
curiosity. My
imagination con
jured up hand
somely carved
and burned woods
—m any things
cunningly fash
ioned from wood.
Would they inter
est me? I was
not sure, but the
thought that I
would meet many authors tempted me.
I went. I was ushered into a strange
atmosphere—a veritable Indian wig
wam, such as must have been on the
western plains at the time when
America was in its infancy. Boys
representing Indian lads played about
or were engaged in rubbing together
two pieces of wood to light their
campfires—it being the only way then
known to produce flame, by friction.
Lights there were none save for the
bright blaze of the campfire, which
threw its rose glow over the faces of
the assembled guests.
If anybody expected authors to be
a prosy set of blue stockings, he would
find himself much mistaken. On the
contrary, it appeared more like the
coming-out hall of a bevy of debut
antes. Beauty was liberally mixed
with brains.
Os course you have often imagined
what your favorite author looked like.
Ten to one you have shot your arrows
wide of the mark. First came Ella
Wheeler Wilcox, blonde, dainty, with
a round apple face and eyes blue as
larkspurs. She wore a cream-colored
satin dress, ankle length, with garni
ture of silver lace —a veritable pic
ture.
Ellen Glasgow was in the receiv
ing line, plump, demure and fascinat
ing, of Titian type. The tall, slender
lady with dark wavy hair and thought
ful face, garbed simply in white, with
no gleam of jewelry about her, was
Alice Hegan Rice, she of “Mrs. Wiggs
of Cabbage Patch” fame, said my in
formant, a newspaper man.
A moment later I was chatting with
Cosmo Hamilton, the famous writer.
He was a smooth-faced Englishman,
who could tell the best laughable
story without cracking a smile. Be
side him stood George Barr McCutch
eon, round, roly-poly, good natured;
just the man you would pick out as
having written the books you have
read.
My interest was intense when Win
ston Churchill was announced. The
pretty young things in tulle and flow
ers who had evidently waited for him
to put in an appearance manifested
their delight by asking: “Isn’t it per
fectly lovely of him to come!” “Is
he married?” they asked of each oth
er, noticing he had come alone ap
parently.
I promised to find out and let them
know. Such an unaffected, jolly young
man would never have been suspect
ed as being the author of the world
: famous novels. It wouldn't do to
compliment him, for he can fire a
dozen back at you in the same breath.
He is tall, slender, dark eyed—sh—
handsome, girls!
But the Ernest Thompson Setons, as
host and hostess of the evening, were
of course In the spotlight. Like the
generality of authors, he is slender,
of medium height, cordial in manner.
He knows how to write a mighty In
teresting book. Best of all, he knew
how to pick out a handsome wife. It
is said of her that she is one of the
most beautiful women in New York.
, She has chestnut hair, blue eyes and
is of medium height, plump, but not
too plump. Her gown was of black
tulle, ankle length, yith splashes of
sea-blue spangles. As hostess she is
perfect. She clasps your hands, looks
into your eyes, smiles her inimitable
smile, subtly giving you the impres
sion that the affair is given just for
you! Most every author known to
fame who could get there was present.
Blue stockings? Not a bit of it. They
were like a lot of school boys and
girls let out for a holiday.
WHICH 18 THE LONELIERf
For some this earth la a paradise
And they live in a long, sweet dream,
While others live from day to day
Pulling forever against the stream.
The independent bachelor girl is
more apt to deny than not that she has
lonely moments, while, on the con
trary, a widow never lets up impress
ing you with her loneliness, real or
Imaginary.
The spinster who is any age be
tween thirty and over has seen enough
of life to realize what she is missing
in not having a husband, home and
children of her own. She looks about
among her married woman friends and
studies their condition. If they have a
pain ih their little finger, hubby calls
up half a dozen times a day from his
office to inquire If the pain has sub
sided or if he hadn’t better call a doc
tor. Her children are as solicitous.
One holds her hand, another smooths
her forehead, while the others are en
deavoring to charm the pain away.
The bachelor girl, alone in her small
rented room, may have pains in her
whole body and there is no one to
know or care. She feels keenly the
lack of solicitude and sympathy.
The childless widow, who has been
petted and adored by her good man
who has gone before her, may in time
become resigned to her situation. But
the lack of someone to love her and
someone whom ehe can love fills her
soul with a yearning want which will
not be stifled. A pleasant evening
among her congenial friends will sat
isfy the bachelor girl’s heart. The
widow comes home from such an en
tertainment to cry over her present
existence. The bachelor girl gets her
solitary meal and eats it with relish,
giving the matter no particular
thought. The widow, through sheer
sentiment, sets her table for two. Her
lips quiver and her eyes fill with tears
as she looks upon the vacant chair op
posite.
She concludes she must see it occu
pied once more if she is to dispel her
loneliness. Such a thought never oc
curs to the bachelor girl. Sentiment
with her is lost in the labyrinth of
duty, as she elbows her way through
the hard business world to vie with
others, to earn her daily bread. She
lays by what she can, which is not
much —having the advantage over the
widow in this respect—she is not
sought out by the money sharks, who
make love to her in one breath and
coax loans from her to make invest
ments in the stock market a moment
later.
The business girl is just smart
enough to look into sharpers’ schemes
and judge for herself what is best to
do. The widow, used to depending on
what a man has told her, believes im
plicitly the lips that purr a love story
in her ear, calling her “girlie,” declar
ing even though she sent him from
her he must see her again.
The average widow is unsuspicious
regarding matrimony. The bachelor
maid is armed with doubts. The wid
ow’s standard excuse is that she was
too lonely in single blessedness. The
bachelor girl cannot feel the want of
what she has never had —a husband
and his love.
WHAT LOVE MEANS TO MAN.
A man fell in love. What was that to
him?
'Twas all. 'Twas the breath of his life—
’twas a hymn
Os the soul whose music and rhythm and
ring
Were sweeter than songs that the angels
sing.
He loved. That was all—but it filled up
his life
So that all of his thought was of mar
riage, and wife.
Before the heart of a man has
been touched by the tender passion,
he is a cynic in regard to love. He
does not think it worth while to give
it a thought. He slaps his bachelor
chums on the back and tells them how
lucky they are in being free lances.
He actually pities the man who Is
tied down to one woman’s apron
strings, as he phrases it.
No matter how fascinating the wom
en with whom he is brought in con
tact may be, he prides himself upon
the fact that when they are out of
his sight they are out of his mint!.
He is amused at the girls who set
their caps for him under their mam
mas’ directions. He knows —what
they don’t know —that it is time lost.
But he is a man with a man’s in
stincts and his heritage for loving.
His heart may be a plant of slow
growth, but he cannot live his life
out without its breaking into blossom
soon or late.
All men are not attracted by the
same type of woman. It takes a cer
tain particular heart to mate with
some other heart. Outward beauty of
face or form or brilliant intellect has
nothing to do with it. It is the un
mistakable power of mutual attrac
tion, that wonderful magnet so inde
scribable, yet the golden key, to un
lock love, the chord in each heart
which vibrates to the touch of but
one only. Two may meet strangers,
glance casually into each other's eyes,
and without a spoken word or clasp
of the hand each may realize the influ
ence which means the awakening of
the heart. A woman ponders over
this sweet and new sensation roman
tically, yet earnestly. With a man it
is different. He finds himself com
pletely submerged in the labyrinth of
an unseen power. Love strikes into a
man’s breast deeper than is the case
with woman. x
He realizes that it is man’s destiny.
He is filled with the fever of unrest
until he is presented to the woman
Whose personality has such an influ
ence. Her presence, the sound of her
voice, and the touch of her hand add
to his enthrallment. She is ever in
his thoughts. He cannot get away
from them if he would.
He loved! It opened out a new
world to him. The one fear that op
pressed him was that he was not
good enough for her.
He laughs at scars who never felt a
। sword cut. Nothing is as it was be
fore to him. He realizes God’s plan
to mate—that it is not well for map
' to live alone; that he needs the gentle
companionship of a noble, virtuous
woman to guide him aright through
। this forward world of temptation and
; folly. He realizes marriage makes or
I mars a man. Marriage means every
i thing to him.
SUCCESS OF A PROSPEROUS HOG BREEDER |
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Strong, Healthy and Vigorous Bunch of Hogs.
(By C. W. HICKMAN. Idaho Experi
ment Station.)
The success of the prosperous hog
breeder is due to the wise selection
of the brood sow.
In selection of the individual ani
mal, there are a few points to con
sider. In general appearance, the sow
should be fairly low set, good length,
good constitution, deep bodied, strong
back and symmetrical throughout. She
should stand square on strong feet
and legs. Her head should be’’ re
fined, indicating quality and present
a feminine (breedy) appearance. The
shoulders should be broad, deep,
smooth on top and well fleshed. The
back should be strong, slightly arched
and with well-sprung ribs. The loin
should be wide, thick and strong. The
sides should be long, deep and smooth,
free from wrinkles. The rump should
be broad and well carried out, (not
too drooping). The hams should be
wide, deep and well filled down to the
hocks. The legs should be straight
and have quality and substance com
bined.
Other things besides individuality
must be^onsidered. One of the most
important characters of the brood sow
is fecundity, that is, the bearing of
large litters. It costs just as much
VALUE OF RYE AS A
FEED FOR THE COWS
Composition Is Almost Identical
With That of Com in Car
bohydrate Content.
Concerning the value of rye as a
feed for dairy cows, Prof. R. E. Cald
wall of the dairy department at Pur
due says: “Ground rye as a feed
for dairy cows, has received very lit
tle attention in this state, due to its
limited production. The composition
of this material is almost identical
with that of corn, especially, in re
spect to its carbohydrate content. Ex-1
perimental results in the feeding of
rye to dairy cows indicate that it is
not entirely equal to ground corn, al
though under average conditions, it
may be substituted for corn pound for
pound with very fair results. In using
this material, I would suggest the fol
lowing alternative:
Ration 1. Ground corn, 4 parts by
weight; wheat bran or ground oats, 2
parts by weight; cottonseed meal, 1
part by weight.
Ration 2. Ground rye, 4 parts by
weight; wheat bran or ground oats,
2 parts by weight; cottonseed meal,
1 part by weight.
“Os the above grain mixtures, feed
1 pound for each 3 or 3% pounds of
average testing (4 per cent) milk pro
duced. In case crushed corn (corn
and cobmeal) are used, use 3 parts,
by weight, instead of 4 as above indi
cated for ground corn.”
TO INSURE HEALTH
AND THRIFT IN HOGS
Mixture of Wood Ashes, Lime,
Copper Sulphate, Salt and
Sulphur Is Favored.
! To guard against worms and to in
sure general health and thrift in hogs,
W. H. Peters of the North Dakota
, experiment station recommends the
. following:
Mix thoroughly two bushels of wood
। ashes or pulverized charcoal, one
, peck air-slacked lime, one gallon pul
। verized copper sulphate, one quart of
। salt and one pint flowers of sulphur,
i The best way to > feed this is to
i place it in a box where the hogs can
, get at it any time, as they only eat
I what is good for them. It can also
■ be fed to them once a week in case
this is more convenient than to keep
it where the hogs have continual ac
cess to it
/ .
to winter a brood sow that produces
three or four pigs in the spring as it
does to winter one that will produce
eight or nine. In selecting the brood
sow, it is well to select those from
large litters and whose mothers and
grandmothers were from large litters.
After the first crop of pigs are
weaned, the poor mothers and the
sows that produced small, runty lit
ters should be culled out and sent to
the butcher.
Good sows improve for a number of
years in the number and size of pigs
they produce to the litter. At the Wis
consin experiment station, yearling
sows averaged 7.8 pigs per litter with
an average weight of 14.2 pounds per
litter, while sows from four to five
years old averaged nine pigs per litter,
with an average weight of 26 pounds
per litter. The United States depart
ment of agriculture compiled the rec
ords of over six thousand sows and
found that yearling sows averaged
6.65 pigs per litter and five-year-old
sows averaged 8.4 pigs per litter.
The practice of some farmers sell
ing their old brood sows each year
and replacing them with immature
ones is a bad one, as the older sows
are better mothers and produce larger
and stronger litters.
USING TRACTOR ON
VERY SMALL FARMS
Good Return Can Be Made on In
vestment Where Machine Dis
places Three Horses.
(By I. W. DICKERSON, Illinois Experi
ment Station.)
Where a well-built tractor costing
less than SI,OOO will displace three
good work horses, I think it can eas
ily be made to pay a good return on
the investment.
It is really a matter of balancing
the cost of keeping and operating the
i three horses displaced. At the same
time, the work for which it is adapt
ed can be done better and In better
> season. It should be kept in mind,
however, that the matter of success
or failure of tractor operation lies
largely in the farmer himself and his
ability and willingness to master the
details of operation.
In general, I f.ave not advocated
very strongly the use of a tractor on
a quarter section farm, as I think in
many cases its economy would be
doubtful. Where the three or four
year rotation is followed the amount
of plowing, disking and pulverizing
in any season will not be very great;
and’ unless the farmer has some belt
work of ensilage cutting, corn shell
ing, thrashing grain, food grinding,
elevating etc., a tractor may not pay.
There is no doubt that two such farms
together could find plenty of the prop
er work to justify such a tractor.
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PLOWING LAND FOR
OATS NOT FAVORED
Greater Yields Obtained at Ohio
Station by Disking—Doesn’t
Pay to Clean Seed.
Does it pay to plow ground for oats
and to clean the seed for this crop?
The Ohio station says that farmers
are frequently misled by such prac
tices. Six years’ results at the state
experiment station show that disked
land has given greater yields than
plowed soil, and the cost of preparing
the seed bed has been much less. The
only objection to disking is on land
where weeds are unusually abundant
or on exceptionally heavy soil.
Cleaning seed oats to remove all
the small grains it is said has like
wise been unprofitable. Yields are
increased so slightly by repeated
cleaning of the oats in a fanning mill
that the station advises only the re
moval of dirt, broken straw and weed
seeds in the grain. —
