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Useful Pointers Tractor motors eovered with oll, grease and dust become fire has- ards. Pounds gained by letting pigs nurse after 56 days of age are lost in the weight of the sow. First defense against flies is to destroy their hatching places. Keep manure hauled away from barns. Baled bay is packaged hay. You can feed it, sell it or store it. For storage it goes in about half the' space required for loose hay, An old saying among farmers is that early-cut hay is washy--Ilate cut hay "sticks to the ribs." Tests show that early-cut hay has more protein and less fibre than hay cut after the grass is ripe. So, if you want meat on the animals' ribs, cut the hay early. A rich mixture in the tractor car- burctor wastes fuel. One engineer says a quarter turn over 'the cor- rect adjustment may raise fuel con- sumption 10 per cent. To adjust the load needle valve and idling jet, consult operator's manual which came with the machine. Tree plantings should be culti- vated early, You will have better luck keeping the land clean if you never let the weeds get two inches high, -- . If weeds in your corn fields are mostly the srasyd hoe will save olfe cultivation, and aso keep the corn cleaner in the row. tHay-barn ropes should be 'check ed to sce that they are in shape for the 'haying season, A rope that has hung where a leaking roof let water drip on it is likely to break with the fi hig forkful, Harrowing corn just as it comas thru the ground does much less damage to the stand than appears to the eye, If the ground is dry on top, the corn will come up even where the tractor wheels run over the hills. 4 I; ON TRIAL--Former State De- partment official Alger Hiss, - above, is being tried in the New York U.S. District Court on two oounts of perjury arising out of his testimony concerning the turning of Btate Department secrets over to Russian agents, Not A Record To Point At With Pride Ask almost anyone what countcy has the highest traffic acoident record and they would say the United 8tates, But they would be wrong. That grim record belongs to Canada. For every million motor miles driven in the United States last year, 1.7 people were killed, The sorresponding figure for Canada js Just a shade under ten. : And the Canadian rate is rising. Ia Ontario, 'as in most other prov- inces, it was up sharply in the first quarter 'of 1949. At the present rate, at least 2,000 people will die violently in traffic accidents this year, 40,000 will be injured, many of them , for life, and property damage will amount to the stagget- lng sum of $50,000,000. Only a thoroughly aroused pub- lic opinion and a firm determination on the part of every "adult citizen oan check that shocking toll, A great many different factors are responsible for traffic accidents, but the most common and important of all is carelessness, darelessness on the part of the speeding driver who thinks that nothing will hap- pen to him; carelessness on the part of the pedestrian who steps onto the road without, looking either way, Unless wetcan make these people realize always tire pen- alty for a moment's carelessness there will be a lot of mourning ahead of us in the summer months just starting. Looked Real Cuts, No Doubt "The Rev. George Thalasattis of St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox church was decorated with arrange- menfs of white gladio us and ferns." --Ashyille (NN.C.) Citizen-Times, 4 7 IRAE Se 3 THE LE PIAL STP T Lor -. SERATEES The # Se laa SEIN ud type, the rotary All Ashore--Fire sweeps the passenger steamer Northumberland, berthed at Port Dalhousie, Ontario, as it was about to start its 39th year on estimated at $200,000 in the blaze which started in the e control after two houts. .ake Ontario. ngine room. The vessel suffered damage It was brought under 'THE FARM FRONT If you're going to get the big- gest possible profits from your lay- ing hens, you've got to be hard- boiled. Along about this time of year a whole lot of hens quit laying and start molting; yet these slug- gards will tuck away six or seven pounds of feed apiece per month -- and there's no percentage in that. * * * So speed up your culling program end get rid of the loafers. Keep the birds that have bright combs and uncoloréd beaks and legs. Sell the others, * * Last week I had something to say about the problem of letting the grade of your eggs get lower during hot weather, same line it's interesting to note some recent remarks of H.H. Alp, ap American Farm Bureau expert. He says that the U.S, Government would not have been obliged to buy a single surplus egg last year if Americans had only eaten just seven more eggs apiece. * * » And, he adds, there wouldn't have been any trick tc that if house- wives had been able to buy better eggs. In other words, he contends that egg surpluses aye mostly by sloppy handling on the way to market, * * » "Phere never has been a true surplus of high-quality, graded eggs," says Mr. Alp, "and there is salt a great, unsatisfied customer demand for this type of egg." Se he shinks that the poultry industry would be smart to do everything possible' to produce quality eggs. ; Cok * Gould be, there's a thought there for some of us on this side of the Hae ag well. * « .* If shat tractor of yours is "act- ing up" and not giving you the service you have a right to expeot, here's a tip. that inight be worth while. 'Air leaks between the tractor alc cleaner and the carburetor will make -the eatburetor mixture in- aorrect, also let dust into the motor, * * » Just what this 'means is evidenced "by a recent test in which, after a badly clogged air cleaner on a tractor had been cleaned out, the machine delivered p2% more power oir 13% less gasoline, * * * Just because 24D has given such wonderful results on weeks out in the open fields and along roadsides, a lot of "folks wonder if ; they can't use it for the same pur- pose in their gardens. Some of them Along this caused have done so -- but not always with satisfactory results, worse luck. * * * - The trouble is that many garden Grops are very susceptible to the effects of 2,4-D -- so much so that they "do not even need the direct spray in order to be affected, but can be destroyed even by very light drifting fumes. . * * Most garden weeds are actually some form of grass, which would escape the chemical anyway, If broad-leafed weeds such 'as poison ivy are troublesome along the fence rows, the 2,4-D solution may assist wonderfully "in" cleaning them out. But extreme caution is needed as regards winds and drifting spray or fumes. ' * * * : Not long ago I saw an instance of a highway crew of men who were spraying certain noxious weeds along a roadside, and who seriously injured a long strip of soybeans in a field just beyond the fence. And an ornamental hedge of honeysuckle shrubs also lost about half its leaves. Chances are the wind was in the wrong direction when the spray- ing was done --.or else the highway workers just didn't care. * * * So, as one 'writer puts it, we're not ready yet to "lay down the shubbel and the hoe" in favor of the: modern weed-killers so far as gardening is concerned. Motorized garden cultivators are a grand thing and are no doubt here to stay. But the good old hoe is still just about the most useful asset for a gardener who takes pride in his -- or her -- work, and likely will continue to be for some time to come. Worse luck] - * * * Getting back to poultry -- feather picking In laying birds has long been a problem to Canadian poultry- men; but if long-term experience bears out the initial results of tests made at the Dominion Experimental Farm, Harrow, Ont., the problem may have been solved. * * * Green feeds -- chopped alfalfa is the most effective tried so far -- geem to be the cure for this vicious habit. Cut in half-inch lengths, steeped in eold water overnight, drained in the morning and fed ia shallow tubs, the alfalfa makes a real hit with the hens, leaving them with neither the taste or inclination to pick each other. * * * The overnight steeping is highly important, If the alfalfa is fed dry the birds aren't irfterested. It must be steeped to stimulate their appe- Great Sport--Attractive Too! -- New Zealanders ace zealous about the bow and arrow sport, and this attractive archer is © no exception. She's taking a bead on the bull's-eye in Jaa tion for the New Zealand Archery championships. run out of arrows, but should ha e may ve no trouble keeping a beau. tites and get the desired results, And as it's well known that feather- picking, once it gets under way, often leads to cannibalism, further results of the green feeding will be watched with interest. SHORT STi<Y Oordlally | Disliked By Richard HIN Wilkinsed I have never knowa a maa to be wre wholeheartedly disliked thea Spafford. The reason for it is his braggartly qualities, his ovec- searing sense of importance. We tolerate him because we like his wife, Madge, but even so our toleration is a chore. The other night I was over to the Spafford's and sat through an hour of Henry's bragging. It scems that the big boss in New York--Henry is em: ployed by the Jason Reid Steam- ship Company--called up the Phila- delphia office where Henry works and Henry answered the phone. "Jay's a great guy," Henry told me, referring to the incident. "He's asked me to run up to New York to see him a couple of times. | must remember to do that." "Who's Jay?" | asked. "lay?" Why, Jason Reid, who owns the line, of course" YOM" 1 said. "The way to get afong in any business." Henry went on, "is to let the boss know right off he can depend on you. That's the way | am with Jay." I left the Spafford home an hour later, furious that | had stayed so long, pitying Madge and disliking Henry with a renewed sense of dis- gust. "Something," 1 told Betty, my EJ de A do" Bepy sailed, "4s to be am pot anaoyed. Josru just any Gio, aid thers' always Madge to at his ravings, "Even Madge," I replied, "won't oop me from Ing one of these days. Aol - ested, "ought to be done about dm." Whether or not my $hinkiig about it had anythihg to do wi what happened a couple of days latee I will never know. Heney was fired. Without warning or ex- "planation he was given a vouple of weeks' pay and was bounced out on his ear. My first reaction when Betty told me about it was one of exuberanee, A fiendish desire to rush over there and gloat, to sneer: "I told you sol Why don't you call up your friend, Jay, wise guy?' But this feeling passed immediately. Curiously #& was followed by one of pity. The more | thought about it the deeper became my sympathy. What great er humiliation, 1 thought, could a man endure than this that confront ed Henry Spafford? Next day I called Hal Wheaton and asked him to have lunch with ne. "Have you heard about Henry?" I asked when we were seated. Hal nodded, avoiding my eyes. "I met the poor devil on the streat this morning. 1 don't mind saying that it was an ordeal." I thoughtfully lighted a sigacet "Hal," | said, "think of Madge. Isn't there something we oan dol" "Well," said Hal, "I've been won- dering, too. Poor -Madge." He ooughed. "I called Bob Taylor of the Taylor Lines this morning, Bob says that he might be " to do something for Henry on owe recommendation." "lI guess," I grinned, "that's the answer." And it was. Heory and Madge were over three days later. "I ua- derstand, you've got a new joh?* I remarked to Henry. "Yes," he said with a bored look on his face. "Bob Taylor called up as soon as he heard that I wae free, and asked i€ I'd consider a position with him. Well, you know when a man offers you more money--"' ' / [ glanced at Betty, Thore wee a faint smile on hor face. I sup- ose she was amused. I a #0, ecause an hour later, with Mes stil blowing, | was mad eaou to choke him, and almost dtd. THE END HOLIDAY ON THE ROCKS A Short Story «By DUDLEY HOYS ' At four o'clock on Easter Satue- day Harry Cartmel was looking genially expectant. At 4.20 his youthful blue éyes were dark with resentment, At 4.21 he had the dazed, ecstatic stare of a young man who has never seen anvhody to be' compared with her" These sudden translations hap- pened when he arrived at the Ling- bridge Inn. Many 'people like to spend Laster at large and glittering hotels, some choose Switzerland, if they can afford the cost and collect the currency, and others prefer to foregather in private houses. Him- self, he aimed at walking big dis- tances among the tall fells of Cum- berland, Foo Rock-climbing, unless he could find a companion, was out of the question. But even if the bright weather broke he would be happy enough inside the Lingbridge. He had stayed at the old, stone-built inn twice before, and the food was good and visitors pleasantly friendly, He came down from his room for tea. There were about a dozen peo- ple in thé lounge. He glanced at them casually. There were two middle-aged women, a youngish couple with a small boy. Here he stiffened, and swallowed an urgent swear-word, Almost hid- den by the wings of an armchair was a man with a broad face and dark, glossy eyes and a long upper lip, a man in-his early thirties, a man who positively radiated a sort of as- sertive friendliness. He knew him all right. He had met him here before. It was Poss- tlethwaite, an ardent fell-walker and rock-climber who professed to know the whole Lake District like the back of his thick hand, and insisted on being the life and soul of any party. ' He thought fiercely: "Fancy hav- ing to spend Faster with Posstle- thwaite!" : Something quite marvellous stop- ped further thought. He had turned his head a little and found himself looking at a girl straight out of the enchanted garden of dreaming -im- aginliok, She had the lissom polse of a jonquil, hair like sable silk, and the features of a humorous Madon- na not long since left school. She was sitting next t¢ a woman who was obviously her mother. 'He thought with exultant rever- ence: "Fancy spending Easter with her!" and nearly upset 'his tea. Posstlethwaite glanced around, grinned, and nodded. "Hullo, Cart- mel! Going to do a few peaks?" "Hope 80, if the weather holds." One of the middle-aged women sighed, "My sister and I don't know the district, But if it's fine in the morning we really must have a nice walk somewhere." "You could do Brantfell lunch," said Posstlethwaite. "I dot suppose we should find our way." "I'll act as guide if you like," an- nounced Posstlethwaite, with tre- mendous affability, "Anybody else care to come?" before The youngish couple nodded, and. several others said "Yes," and the Madonna said: "I'd love to." Harry could have kicked himself. Why on carth hadn't he somehow managed to get in first and invited her to explore the fells? After all, he knew the district just as well as Posstlethwaite. He decided that he was not going to lose any more chances, : $ Somebody was saying: "Should we have time to go across from Brantfell to Brantfell Pike?" Posstlethwaite's expression held the rebuke of a kindly and all-wise parent. "You have to shin down a fifty foot precipice and then snake your way along Black Trod, which is a sheer knife-edge with space on either side of it." He shook his head and laughed gently. "No even the star turns treat that as a very nasty bit. ' "Have you ever crossed it?" askad the youngish husband. Posstlethwaite's smile was mod- est, and aimed straight at the Ma- donna, "Once or twice," he said, "but it was rather silly of me." Harry had a childish desire to throw the teapot at him. Not that Posstlethiwate had said anything untrue, But the way he had sald wo... Before the evening was out he had learned three things. Mer name was Helen Slade, She was on the stage. And she was leaving early on Easter Monday morning. The shock of that last piece of news jolted him badly. "But nobody ends their holiday on a bank holiday morning!" he blurted out with the frank ruefulness of a schoolboy. There was amusement in her eyes. "I do. You see, I'm on the stage, I'm in a show at Manchester and have to be there for the matinee." He wanted to say: "They, for Heaven's sake come for a walk to- morrow afternoon," but could not quite bolster up tenough aourage. Instead, he mumbled lamely about thinking of going up Brantfell with the rest of the party in the morning, "That's fine," she said, and there was a tiny, encouraging Nit in her voice that made him dare to believe she meant it. The rest of his even- ing 'was happiness except when Posstlethwaite monopolized her at- tention, and she showed no sign of being revolted. - Harry went to bed vowing that on the walk up Brantfell ja then morning he would get her alone by some means and dodge the others, Tew of them, Including she litle boy whose name was Peter, started up the sharp, green track behind the inn under a rather cold blue sky. They turned right between dead, umbered brackens aad granite boulders and tangled slumps of old heather. Harry drew Helen aslde to point out one of the Herdwlok sheep with its flock marks of a ved stripe over the withers aad a red spot above the tail. At once Posstle- thwaite's voice boomed out with affable gusto: Z "Some along there! Can't have any of my party losing themsolves. Not fair to the guide." Harry scowled.. Helen's eyes twinkled. She looked up at the tilted heights above, with thelc jagged outlines, and sprawls of soree and pearly, foaming beaks. "Isn't it a gorgeous morning?" she said, o> "It could be if---" Posstlethwaite's loud voice same echoing back from the rocks, an- swering somebody's question. "What if mist came down? Don't you worry. I could tackle shis track blindfolded. A head for height? Yas, I suppose 1 have. Now, don't get worried about this next bit. It's really quite easy." Where the track eurlod up a stié- fish slope with a drop to one side, he stood there encouraging them, - and let a hand to Helen. After an hour and a half of steady_scrambling , they came out on the summit of Brantfell, To their left was the kaife-edge of Black Trod. To thelr right spread a level surfage sovered rock-face falling to the sickening with bents and boulders. Posstle- thwaite started to point out the dis- tant peaks and valleys and give thelr sound, and Peter's mother said in a names, Then they heard a queer quick, shrill voice: "That's Peter!" They swung around. Aa awful stillness came over them. Peter was out on Black Trod, his body balanc- ed on the edge, his hands clutching convulsively at the jagged rock. How he had got down the rock- face and out there only a small boy . could know. The sound they had heard was his terrified sobbing. Posstlethwaite said hoarsely: "With ropes, I--I don't see how--" Harry stared at that vertical pitch, and the space beneath. He ° flinched, and clenched his hands, and sald: "We'll have to have a ghot at it. We must. That 3 3 ' He took a pace forward, and heard Helen's voice speaking calm- ly "I'll 'get him." He thrust out a hand to stop her, but she had already swung her logs over the lip of the slope, and her fingers were finding a hold in a crack, and her feet were wedging in another below, Desperate, he follow- ed her and the rest of them up there Jal Jumper's Wife in Trouble ow -- Fol Gerhart Eisler, above, has baen recommended br deportation to her native oland by Immigration offi- elals. She was arrested short! after her husband, America's No. 1 Communist, jumped bai and stowed away on a Polish nor. She will be detained at is Tsland until case ig reviewed. stared down silently with white, sick faces. ! She had reached Black Trod be- fore he was halfway down the rock- "face. What she did next savoured of that abominable edge as If supported by some Unseen wh as If fear the inoredible, She walked along had become meaningless. She picked up the child and walked back with him io her arms. "Hold one of his hands and clinih atiead, Harry," she said, and that mention of his name gave him a buoyant eonfidence. "I'll: deal wilh his feet." "They got the boy back to sale(y and into his mother's trembling arms." For once, Posstlethwaite wag speechless for awhile. At length he managed to stammer in a hushed way: Hi a "I don't understand. It was a miracle, It was impossible, How eould you have----?" Helen's lips twitched. "It wasn'{ so tricky. It's in my line." He gaped at her. "But-- what d'you mean. Surely you're on the stage?" "I am, [ shall be doing something lilsg that in the show on Nong i le i hewlldere [0 ture, "In the show? What ip the name of mystery is your Tne "Thank you for what you did," she said to Harry, and the glance she gave him set his pulses flaring. Then, without looking at Posstle- thwaite, she smiled demurely and said: ~~ "My line? 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