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the colborne express, colborne, ont. april 2, 1959 Winter Hoseline Because the telephone be\ rang the other morning while he was having breakfast, my lone-time friend, Eugene T. Wakely, zmswered it. He thought it was going to be another oil customer, because Gene is in the fuel business; but it wasn't. I was calling him. "Nice cold morning," I said, to which he agreed with the glee that goes with.being a fuei dealer on a cold morning. It was, indeed, 22 degrees below zero, or 54 degrees of frost, and the sort of morning on which Gene oils his cash register before he tackles his eggs. This has been a wonderful winter for Gene, and he has not been seen without a smile since sometime in September when it was ouite warm. "It's a beautiful day!" he said. I said, "Have you got a garden hose?" "Sure," he said. I said, "Are you planning to use it today?" A considerable pause ensued, during which Gene digested the oddity of this query, and probably measured my sanity down to the last quarter inch. Unlike Gene, he didn't come up with anything memorable, but simply said, "No." "Can I borry it?" I asked. After another pause he said I might. "Good!" I said. "I'll be right down to get it." I didn't hang up at once, for I could sense that Gene was meditating, and probably would like to say more as soon as he could figure out what he would say. "What are you going to* water?" he asked. "My wife," I said. So this has been my project, and of course Gene came around afterward to fill himself in on the details. The continued cold, with little snow cover, has elevated Gene into the Morgan and SAWING WOOD - Talk about a housing shortage. Even these raccoons at the Swope Park Zoo are hard put to find a spot for their afternoon siesta. Sort of a tree stump apartment house. Vanderbilt class, but it has sent the frost deep into the ground until my waterline froze and lapsed into desuetude. Deep under the ground it congealed and lay still. The pump, one morning, was churning without a gurgle, and the sink tap said, "Ah!" Out here, I am my own water commissioner, with full authority. I knew just what to do. I went below, closed valve A and opened valve B. This threw our system off the spring line and onto the well line, and I was glad for two sources. The pump picked up, and we had water again. We bathed and laved, and the frozen springline froze some But a well and a spring are two different things, and while the spring bubbles on with moxe water than we can use, the well has a limited feed, and after about a week the pump began to swish-swish again when it should knock-knock, and my pink apron informed me, "We're dry again!" We were, and in trouble. So I called on Ivan Walling-■ford, who has a 200-amp arc welding machine in the back of his truck, and he came and hooked cables to each end of my frozen pipe and surged his AC with the idea of thawing it out. But he gave up after two dayi and said if June and July didn't come off hot, to let him know. "I don't see," said my pink apron, ". . . why you don't run a hose out to the spring and hook it on the pump!" It wasn't quite that easy, but the idea was sound. I broke the intake line, screwed on an ordinary faucet, and attached the end of my garden hose. All I needed now was 350 feet more garden hose to complete the distance to the hillside spring. I hope somebody smiles a bit at the neighborhood thoughts and inquiries that prevailed when I went out to borrow 350 feet of garden hose on a -22 morning. It is also possible my answers would make gems of whimsey if. anybody had collected them. Gene's hose completed my needs, and I washered them, tightened the joints, and thrust the nether end into the dear, cold, sparkling liquid of my lovely spring. The hoseline wa3 stretched upon the bosom of the snow; through the yellow plastic length I could see the water moving toward the house. When I came in my yellow apron had the laundry going, and was running the tub for ablutions. (She bad changed aprons, was going to wash the pink one.) The only trouble with my system is that I can't shut it off or my hoseline will freeze up instantly. I've had to suspend the automatic pressure shutoff to keep the motor going, and as this gives us surplus water, I've had to run the excess into the well. The well is now fuller than ever before. We use what we can, and run the rest off down the valley. I'm bathing four and five times a day, and tm the cleanest farmer in Maine. But it's kind of comical using Gene's hose. If the power goes off, or a fuse blows, or a pressure valve goes, I'm going to have 400 feet of the frozenest garden hose you ever saw, with Gehe's right in the middle. Meantime, I'm bending all efforts with the authorities to have an early spring and a quick return of warm weather--when I can return Genu's hose. But Gene smiles and smiles, fcnd is delighted to be of service, and keeps telling me not to hurry the least bit about returning his property. "Keep it!" he says, and he means it. When he gets it back, the oil business will be over. Neighborliness is a fine thing. -- By John Gould in The Christian Science Monitor. CROSSWORD PUZZLE (ambling ntfrsecting' 28. Branch * 27. Femah college Bturteni 1. Seat In church 3. Above and touching 4. Morning (ab.) 9! Certificate of Indebtedness 3. Highway 8. Seasoning bud •1. Make edglns DOWN 1. Tableland Answer elsewhree on this page QUICK WAY TO PLANT A FOREST - Loblolly pine seed is loaded in hopper of a specially equipped helicopter, prior to a large-scale forestry direct-seeding project. One 'copter seeded almost 6,000 acres in three days' work with the aid of a ground crew to mark out 90-foot swaths covered by distributor shown, beneath helicopter's framework. Because the 'copter coufd land anywhere a supply truck could go, turn-around for fuel and seed was reduced to a minimum. The project is billed as the world's biggest direct-seeding operation. THEFAEM FRONT Canada's policy of stamping Out certain diseases before they can get a strangle-hold on the country's livestock industry has saved farmers thousands of dollars. Canadian agriculture runs the risk of losing valuable export markets if contagious animal diseases are allowed to become established, and federal veterinarians agree it is cheaper to the producer and the entire industry to eliminate these diseases. Foot-and-mouth disease is an example of how it pays to wipe out certain dreaded diseases. Only once did this killer get a toe hold in Canada, but the results were costly. Direct losses from the foot-and-mouth outbreak in Saskatchewan seven years ago amounted to $1,000,000. Markets to which Canadian livestock and agriculture products normally moved were immediately closed, and it was estimated that the drop • in potential value was $648,278,000. There are other costs to be considered. Health of Animals, Canada Department of Agriculture, estimates a vaccination program for hog cholera would cost swine producers $6,800,000 a year. This is based on the fact that in the United States it cost $1 per hog up to market age to control cholera, and on the fact that Canada's swine population is about 6,800,000. Instead of living with the disease and depending on vaccination, Canada halts any outbreak by slaughtering diseased hogs and compensating the owners. Over the past decade, there have been seven outbreaks in which 3,459 pigs wre victimized. Compensation costs were $96,590. The worst cholera epidemic since the turn of the century occurred in 1940-41, when $204,-176 was paid out in compensation to farmers. Cost of completely driving out this disease,. though, is only a shadow of what it would be to live with it. Canadian sheep producers have been told that -any relaxation in this country's scrapie eradication program could jeopardize the export of purebred breeding stoc': and feeder lambs to the United States. In fact, it is felt that certain segments of the U.S. sheep industry will press for more rigid control on import and on interstate movement. Veterinarians of the Health of Animals Division, Canada Department of Agriculture, sounded this note of warning at meetings of Western Canada and Ontario sheep growers. Scrapie is a chronic disease of sheep involving the central nervous system and characterized by nervous symptoms, such as itching and lack of co-ordination, ending in paralysis and death. It was first identified in Canada in a Suffolk ewe imported from Scotland .in 1938. Since 1945, there have been 14 outbreaks in which 1,570 sheep were ordered destroyed and their owners compensated. Order was signed prohibiting further importations of sheep from the United Kingdom. Under the present Canadian control program, an entire flock is slaughtered after a case of scrapie has been discovered. Sales from the flock for the preceding 42 month are tracked down and kept under scrutiny. The premises are ordered cleaned and the owner is advised not to restock for 90 days. The U.S. control program is similar to that of Canada but more stern. Up to November last year, 138 positive cases of scrapie had been diagnosed in 70 flocks, and 38,611 sheep in 1,101 flocks destroyed. A Canadian observer accompanying a U.S. fact-finding committee studying the scrapie control program reported that the majority of the American sheep industry supported the present eradication program, and that some segments may urge more rigid controls. Antarctic Wait On April 17th we see the sun for the last time, a thin painted fngernail that scratches the northern horizon for a few minutes and then is gone, not to appear again until the end of August. Now little America settles down for the long winter wait. The men start growing whiskers according to their owvi ideas of how an Antarctic explorer should look, the chins of the youngsters sprouting peach fuzz in assorted pastel shades, and the older men cultivating Dundrearys and black spade beards and pointed Vandykes. Gummy, the cook, is the envy of the camp with his flaming led beard that looks like the rear end ol a mandrill. A few of the smart ones remain cleanshaven, for a man's breath in sub-zero cold will frost the whiskers and irritate his face. We are entombed in a glacier Et the bottom of the world, in a total silence broken only by the occasional rumble of an ice-quake as the Ross Shelf shifts and settles. Most of the life in camp is under the snow. The men pop corn over the stoves in their barracks, and play end- less games . . . They scrounge bits of material, robbing one another like a colony of pack rats, to make . . . bookshelves ever their bunks. Old Martin Ronne is busy at his sewing machine day after day, stitching parkas and sleeping-bag covers, and we work out together a new type of barren-land shelter. (It came to be called the Bal-chen-Ronne tent, and was used by the United States Army in Greenland during World War II.) One ol the scientists brings Ronne a sensational pattern he has just invented for a trial mask, with slits for eyes. Ronne inspects his design, and shrugs: "Ja, I make one like that for Captain Amundsen once. He said no good." We show movies now and then to pass the time, and every Saturday night we have a two-way broadcast with the United States, in which the men can talk directly with their families and friends at home. -- From "Come North With Me," by Bernt Balchen. Oceans to Drink? Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink. The Ancient Mariner's classb lament suggests the ironic dilemma facing the United States. On the one hand, supplies of ■fresh water in lakes, reservoirs, and rivers are barely able to satisfy the current national consumption, an amazing 140 gallons a day for each American The future expansion of the nation's industry and population can easily lead to a critical shortage. On the other hand, there is an almost unlimited supply of water in the oceans and, surprisingly, inside the earth itself: Deep beneath the dry, dusty surface ol the Great Plains states, for example, enough water lies in rockbound pools tJ meet all the nation's current agricultural, industrial, and home-consumption needs. But this liquid is so contaminated with salt and minerals that it is unfit for human use. Last month, however, a major step was taken toward converting this promising supply of water into purer form when the Interior Department announced plans to build the nation's first large-scale plant to remove the salt from sea water. A $1.5 million array of tanks and pipes covering not more than an acre, the new plant will distill a million gallons of water a day, at a cost of about $1 per thousand gallons--one-seventh of the oil cost of desalting sea water. However, even $1 a thousand gallons hardly seems a bargain. Most U.S. communities pay an average of 30 cents. But in many water-impoverished areas, the Interior Department's new still would be immediately welcome even without the additional improvements which, department experts say, should further cut the price ot desalting sea water in half. Already, 80 cities around the nation have asked to be considered as possible plant sites. Although the location will not be announced until next summer, it will probably be in southern California where the water situation is often desperate. The Interior Department's new plant is the first of five which will be built under a recent $10 million authorization from Congress. It is based on an idea submitted 'four years ago by tne late Walter Lucius Badger, professor of chemical engineering at the University of Michigan, who was for years a top consultant for the salt industry. Like any other still, Badger's boili water which turns to steam, leaving impurities behind. It is then condensed into pure, rather flat-tasting water. By ingenious use of long tubes in the evaporation process, Badger was able to slash the price of desalting sea water. Badger's most important contribution, however, was a trick he borrowed from the salt industry to lick his plant's big- SON Samuel as Judge 1 Samuel 7:5-16 Memory Selection: God forbid that I should sin against the Lord In ceasing to pray for you: but I will teach you the good and the right way. 1 Samuel 12:23. In the lessons of this quarter we resume the history of Israel, beginning at the time of Samuel, and consider the united kingdom under Saul, David, and Solomon, and then the first 25 years of the division. Samuel was the last of the judges. Like so many of God's great servants during the centuries, he had yielded himself to God's will in his youth. His prophetic career was probably the longest of any Hebrew prophet that ever lived. He guided the nation through the transition period from government by judge to government by monarchs. Under God's direction he chose and anointed the first two of the kings, Saul and David Our lesson is a record of his promotion of a religious revival during a dark period when the Israelites were largely dominated by the Philistines. In obedience to Samuel the people of Israel put away their idols. Then as a priest, Samuel led them in sacrifices and worship. The Philistines came toward them to battle but the Lord thundered with a great .thunder on that day upon the Philistines and discomfited them; and they were smitten before Israel. It was on that memorable day that Samuel set up a stone and called it Eben-ezer, saying Hitherto hath the LORD helped us. This incident has been an encouragement to many people. If we put away oui idols and serve the Lord, He will fully guide and direct our lives. He will bear our burden anc" sustain us. So the Psalmist exhorts us. "Cast they burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee." 55:22. A man shows how great he is, or how small he is, by his attitude when someone else is preferred before him and steps into his place of leadership. The memory selection demonstrates that Samuel was truly a great man. He cared for the people. That love continued even when ths people wanted and gained a king in Samuel's place. They wanted to be like the nations round about them. The story of Samuel's life and devotion to God will always be an inspiration to those who want God's best in their lives. gest, most expensive problem: Cleaning out the salt scale which frequently gummed up his pipes. Since salt scale tends to deposit on other salt crystals instead of a metal surface, Badger simply injected salt crystals into the tubes as bait. The result, according to Interior Secretary Fred Seaton, was "a remarkable break-through in saline water conversion." -- From NEWSWEEK. 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