Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 58, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 March 1915 — Page 3

MM I Pianos wear well. They remain | | on excellent terms with their ;■ | owners, for they are the embodi- J | ment of qualities you cannot J | see, at prices you scarcely feel. ■ And they are a guaranteed investment. Their certificate of character is the name of the maker | just above the keyboard as well as everlast- ■ j ‘ ingly molded into the solid metal plate within. ’ !| I Your further assurance of satisfaction is the fact j| that for over 30 years we have been making as |H well as selling good pianos, and we are scrupu- |j lously careful to see that they represent the best I j 1 possible values for the price asked. || H Then there is the reliable || I Kingsbury I I fAROLA INNER-PLAYER I |g| which contains one of the most perfect player actions yet ||| H produced. This player is not only equipped with the H B silent, powerful, six unit motor, but with the celebrated H Miniature Keyboard, which enables the player to get the ||| E j most delicate phrasing. And it has a Transposing Device ||l H and ten other exclusive patented features. gj Music You will find in our Music Roll | 3 I |l ||j=|| '' Department in Chicago all the most ~ I Sil i Rolls popular Dance Records and Ballads. for 1 i This week we are featuring them —— * in the Hand Played Rolls at -in ||| T v C uncommonly low prices. y I,IU s|| I 11 - ■ - —I Write today for our Seven Beautifully Illustrated Factory Piano Catalogs and our Music Roll Catalog I I E Main warerooms Wabash & Jackson, Chicago. Exhibition Space S |=| Worland’s Furniture Store. E. E. Hershman, special traveling rep- Sil IH resentatfcve. - S|l Siuainuwuinimuuuu...,—^.m^„„..^Udlllllll.tilillbswiHllllllimilluilßUUiiuiiiuuuuii lU imi.a

A. F. Long made a business trip to Chicago today. John Siersema, of Lafayette, was a business visitor in Rensselaer today. Eli Gerber today made a trip to Roselawn, near which place he owns a farm. Dr. and Mrs. H. J. Kannal went to Chicago this morning for a short stay. The G. E. Murray Co. will have many special bargains to offer on the big bargain day. Carl Carpenter has purchased the “Grandma” Brouhard property in Fair Oaks, paying 0400 cash for it and is occupying it as a residence. You will always find the most dependable stock of standard and high class groceries at The G. E. Murray Co’s. ~. Don’t fail to visit our store market day, and see the many beautiful dishes we are gpfng to give away. E. VANARSDEL CO. Mrs. Marshall Johnson, living op the former Joe Gaines farm west of town, is quite ill ahd her niece, Mrs. Carl Carpenter, of Fair Oaks, came today to assist in caring for her. 1,000 pieces of German china to give away market-day. Remember, you get a dish for every dollar you spend with us on that day. E. VANARSDEL CO. You will save money by buying of the G. E. Murray Co., and will find the most complete lines of merchandise from which to make your selection. ' ;■ ■ Mr. and Mrs. Hiram Day and F. F, Wilson, returned this morning from Lafayette, where they attended the funeral Tuesday of Mrs. Charles Nelson, a relative. " * 1 "■ 11 ’ Remember, we will give away a beautiful decorated - German china dinh with each and every one dollar’s worth purchased of us on market day, March 18th. E. VANARSDEL CO.

W. F. Osborne returned recently from Hildreth, Ohio, where he took his aged father, Jesse Osborne, to spend an indefinite time with’ his daughter. Isaac Wade, for many years a worker in the cause of prohibition, was in Rensselaer a short time this morning and called on A. G. W. Farmer and other members of the party. He had been at Fair Oaks and Mt. Ayr holding temperance meetings. Ross Q. Hufford, formerly a telegraph operator here before the Monon was forced to adopt an economy program, was here between trains today. He has been at Rossville and has had no work aside from following the plow a day or two. Miss Gertrude Kannal is again taking treatment for infantile paralysis at the sanitarium at Nevada, where she received much benefit before. Dr. Kannal accompanied her there and the specialists were very much gratified at the improvement she had shown. Mrs. A. G. Work, accompanied by her father, C. P. Moody, went to Chicago this morning and will be joined there tomorrow by Mrs. Stella Ketchum, and together they will go to Mrs. Work’s home in Detroit, where Mrs. Work will spend a month or six weeks. We especially invite you to come in and see our line of new spring dress goods which we will display on market day. Also the celebrated La Vogue line of ladies’ new spring coats and suits, which can ont be surpassed for beauty and price. E. VANARSDEL CO. Harold Blackman, a primary pupil, was run over by a delivery wagon Tuesday morning. Dr. Gwin attended him and found that his injuries were not serious. Automobile drivers and the drivers of other conveyances should be very careful while near the school buildings to avoid accidents, as the little fellows are often intent upon their play and may not hear the warning when signaled.

THE EVENING REPUBLIC AN.RENSSELAER,, IND.

THE BOY FARMER.

Ord Member of flic Corn Club

CHAPTER VII. SAM met Mr. Burns in town one day tn September. The agent's district embraced several counties. and be bad been absent for some time. The two had not seen each other for several weeks. "Hello, SamF’ accosted the agent “How’s the corn?” “That com is all right Mr. Burns.’’ replied Sam, “and I'd like you to come out''one day this week to see it gatb ered and measured." “AU right. I’ll be out Friday and bring along the committee that’s going to report on the contest acres in this county. Will it take long to gather the corn?” “Yes, it’s going to take quite a bit of time, for unless I’m mighty badly mistaken there’s sure some corn on that patch.” “Well, 'you’ve tried farming for a year. What do you think of it as a business?” *1 think it’s the finest business there is. I like it better than anything else I can think of. and I’m going to stick to it and learn it” Mr. Burns smiled. “1 see. ” he said, “that you don’t think you know all about the business. Did you read those books that I told you about?” I “No, sir,” said Sam. replying to the agent’s first remark, “1 really don’t know much about farming. 1 need more experience. Most of what 1 know I’ve learned from reading. As for those books, I’ve not only read them, but I’ve studied them too. I’ve bought several more since then, and I’m going to keep on buying till 1 get aU the best ones in my line. I don’t believe it pays to economize on books, do you?’ “No, it doesn’t,” said Mr. Bums. “If you know the science of farming it is «swy onongh to learn the rest. But you never can farm intelligently without learning the science of it. What other books did you buy?'

'“Well, 1 bought Bailey’s ‘Manual of gardening* for mother, but I’m studying it myself. There’s a whole lot to learn about gardening, and every farm might to have a garden. Besides that. 1 bought Fletcher’s ‘Soils—How to Handle and Improve Them’ and Duggar’s ’Diseases of Cultivated Plants' and ‘Weeds, Insects and insecticides.’ ” "They’re just the books yon needed,” said Mr. Burns. "My, if you keep on rending and studying this wa# it won’t take yon any time to finish the course in the agricultural college when you go down there.” Friday morning early Bill Googe came over with his wagon and team, and be and Bam started in to gather the contest acre. The day before Sam had gone over the patch and gathered the ears selected for seed and piled them at the edge of the patch. Before 8 o’clock they had one big load gathered and were just driving out to on load it in a bln that Sam had prepared when Mr. Burns and the judging committee arrived. The men stood around, examined the ears and watched them unload, then went back to the patch and helped to gather the next load, which required but a very little time for all of them. After that Sam brought out some melons and cantaloupes, and the men feasted in the shade of a tree while he and BUI Googe gathered the remainder of the corn. By 11 o’clock the last of the corn had been gathered and unloaded. Mr. Burns and the committee then measured the pile of seed corn and calculated the contents of the bln. “One hundred and thirty-nine bushels,” announced Mr. Burns. “Now for the cost” '

Every item of expense and labor connected with the acre was put down. All this was added up and the result divided by 139 “One hundred and thirty-nine bushels; cost per bushel, 11 cents,” announced the agent again. "Well, Sam. you’re sure going to win some of those prizes. Several of the boys are going to beat you on production, but the cost is where you come in. Your acre shows a big profit Well, gentlemen, let’s go down to the next place. You’ll hear from me later, Sam.” One hundred and thirty-nine bushels, and Fagan had made twenty-five bushels to the acre just opposite. One always feels relieved when a long, hard tusk is finished. This was Sam’s feet ing as be watched the men drive off. He bad done his best and his work had been falrl.t measured. He felt more free now to finish up the. work on the farm and turn his attention to school and study. The juuinu farmer removed the busks from his seed « <»rn. then went through it ami made a second selection of the flpeMf ea tr From these.. earp here pjo ved j he defertlve grajns at the ends apd then shelled the rest into stout sacks. »* . in selei-tlutr seed cotton be pursued

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pretty much the same plan. Arter picking the cotton from the finest stalks and bolls he bad it ginned and saved the seed. These seeds be put in a screen that let the small and lintless ones pass through. ’ This method gave Sam the finest seed from the largest and most perfect plants, both of cotton and com. He could have sold at high prices much more than he had to spare of either kind. One day. Just after the seed had been selected and was stored away. Miles Fagan cameover to buy. “I want to buy some o’ that cotton and com seed of yours,” he said. “How much can you spare me and what’ll they be worth?' “I'm selling them at $2 per bushel for either kind.” Sam told him, “and 1 have only six bushels of com and twenty of cotton seed to sell." “My, but that’s a high price!” exclaimed Fagan. “Still. 1 reckon they’re worth it and I’U take the lot.” “Can’t let you have them al}.” said the boy farmer. “I’ve promised Bill Googe half of them, so you can have three bushels of com and ten of cotton seed.’’ “That ain’t as many as 1 need, but I’ll take ’em.” said Mr. Fagan. ’Sam’s school chums gathered most of his cotton crop, for which he paid them at the rate of 60 cents per hundred pounds. Ten and sometimes twelve of them would come out early Saturday morning and pick until night, in which time no less than a bale would be gathered. When the last straggling locks of the patch had been gathered Sam found that his crop had yielded >one bale to the acre. The five bales he sold for $250 and stored away 150 bushels of seed for feed. The four acre tract of com yielded seventy bushels to the acre, or a total of 280 bushels, all of which Sam put in the bam with that from the one acre. He didn’t intend to sell any of this crop, as he could make more by feeding it to hogs. The crops were now about all gathered. There remained the peas and the pumpkins that had been sown among the com and the turnips, which were not yet ready to be gathered. Sam hauled out many loads of big fcblden onmpkins with the one horse wagon. There was not much market for pumpkins, but he managed to sell about 100 at 5 cents each, or a total of $5 worth. And still he had more pumpkins than he knew what to do with. He knew, however, that what the family did not use would be fine feed for the hogs and cows when the cold weather of winter came on. So he carefully stored them away. With the black eyed pea crop it was the same. Sam thought that be had never seen so many peas in all his life. He sold. S2O worth, gathered what would bo Deeded at home, and then, the vines still full, he turned in the hogs and cows for a week’s feast According to agreement Bill Googe came over when the stock had cleared out most of the pea crop and set to work with a large plow turning under vines, stalks and all. The cotton stalks were large, and a great many of them, as well as some cornstalks, were left above ground. But when Sam sowed the ground with winter oats and rye and had Googe follow him with a disk it cut the stalks to pieces and left the soil smooth and unbroken.

Soon after they finished sowing a gentle rain began falling, lasting for a day; It sank into the soft soli and seemed to touch the planted grain with magic. In a very short time the field from end to end was one long carpet of green. The year was growing old, and the great bulk of the work was done. Sam now bad more leisure than he bad bad at any time during the year. Of mornings there was sometimes a bint of frost in the air, but the days were yet hot and sultry. Sam’s friends. Fred Martin, Joe Watson and Andrew White, had visited, him several times that summer in addition to the days that they had worked. But be had something that he thought would make a pleasant surprise for the boys, so he invited his neighbor. Bob Fagan, and .those three from town to visit him on Saturday. Sam’s surprise was some large watermelons, the last of the season, that he had covered up with grass and kept fresh and sound. The melon crop had been gone for a long time, and this would be a treat worth giving on what would probably be their last visit this year. Even Bob Fagan would be as much surprised as any. for they never grew melons on the Fagan farm and knew nothing about keeping them until cold weather. The boys came, and the day proved to be suitable for the occasion. It was a hot, sultry alay and seemed to belong more to midsummer than to autumn. First the melons. were carried to the creeknear theswimming hole and dumped tn a clear pool to float round and -round and eool. Then the boys ware off on a bunt for wild crapes and

pecans, 'iney rouna ootn. winter grapes and fox grapes they found hanging in thick, purple clusters from vines that ran along branches and from tree to tree. To get them the boys generally had to do a lot of climbing, but they liked this, though they had to be careful about getting too far out on weak limbs. The pecans* hulls were popping open and dropping their fruit to the ground, so they bad little to do except to pick

Ths Melons Were Carried to the Creek Near the Swimming Holo.

them up or chunk the trees to bring more down. The only competitors they had were the squirrels and crows. The crows' merely feasted, but the squirrels were busy In every tree, gathering their winter supply and storing them away in their homes in the tree hollows. Autumn is a time of beautiful colors, and the nature lover, like Sam Powell, prizes it almost as much as spring. Sam gave his comrades their first lesson In woodcraft—how to see things. He pointed out to them the flashing colors of red and brown and green and gold. For the first time they really saw the sumacs flaming on the hill or the red birds and jay birds making red and blue streaks as they flew swiftly through the woods. He showed them bow to sit very still and see the wild things that would come out and begin their work and play all around. The hours passed swiftly, and before the boys realized It noon was long past' Being hungry and tired, they turned back toward the creek and the pool where the melons were floating In the sparkling water.. In a short time they were there, and, carrying melons to a grassy place In the shade of some trees, they cut them in halves and exposed the juicy red hearts. In a jiffy each boy had a big dripping slice and was eating it between grunts of satisfaction. They lay in the shade and talked a long time after they had disposed of the watermelons. One or two slept, and Sam and the others amused themselves by throwing rocks at the trunk of a tree. Suddenly some one said: “Let’s go swimming. I’m going to be first In!” Then the race began. Every boy was up in a second, peeling off his clothes faster than he had ever done before in his life. Three were so close together that It was hard to tell which was first They gave a whoop and, running to the bank, sprang Into the air. They came down head first, for the water was deep, and there was no danger of striking anything. Chug, chug, chug they went one after the other. The water was as warm as on an August day, and the boys had fine sport They dived after pebbles, had contests of swimming under water, floating, treading, or swimming on their backs. Somehow that afternoon seemed too short to the boys. They had been swimming a long time when Joe 'Watson spoke up suddenly: “My, but look how low the sun’s • getting! We’ve got to be hiking, boys!” “Well,” said Fred Martin as they were dressing on the grassy bank, “we’ve had our last melon for this year.” , “And our last swim, too,” added Andrew White. “Yes, that’s so,” said Bob Fagan, “but they were both daisies for last ones.” “No need to grieve, boys,” Sam explained. “You .forget that we’ll soon have snow and Christmas.” .“That's the truth,” they exclaimed in chorus. “They’ll be here before we know it” This new subject afforded conversation for the boys till th£y came to the place of parting. Sam himself as he walked slowly homeward kept thinking of Christmas. The Christmas feeling was getting In his blood, and that’s a delightful feeling to have. The young farmer on arriving 1 home immediately set about doing the evening chores. He felt vigorous and fresh and happy. Nothing seemed lacking Nevertheless when he bad finished the chores and gone indoors be found a letter that added to his, feelings of Burns, the agricultural agent, request-' Ing him to be present the following asinrfrr at a meeting or tne Bovm

CkttT CTflb, WMi «« S—state and county would bo awarded. The following Saturday morning Sam Powell was up early and away to town to be present at the meeting of the corn club. He didn’t feel sure that be would win a prize. He thought that he might win one of the smaller county prizes, but, as for the first ones offered for the county and the state, of course he didn’t have any chance to win. If he could just win the gold watch offered by the governor or the trip to Washington or the $25 in gold or the Jersey cow he’d be satisfied. But, anyway, he said to himself, If he didn’t win a single prize this year bo would next. (To be Continued.)

ECHOES FROM MONTICELLO

Monticello Happenings Always Interest Our Readers. After reading of so many people in our town who have been cured by Doan’ sKidney Pills, the question naturally arises: "Is this medicine equally successful in our neighboring towns?” The general statement of this Monticello resident leaves no room for doubt on this point. Mrs. George Howell, N. Main St., Monticello, Ind., says: “I suffered off and on for two or three years from attacks of kidney and bladder complaint. Sharp twinges often darted through my kidneys and sides and were followed by a dull, nagging ache in the small of my back. The kidney secretions were unnatural and I had headaches. I finally got Doan’s Kidney Pills and they quickly relieved me, toning up my system. I have since then enjoyed good health.” Price 50c, at all dealers. Don’t simply ask for a kidney remedy—get Doan’s Kidney Pills—the same that Mrs. Howell had. Foster-Milburn Co., Props., Buffalo, N. Y.

Would Like to Meet Ten Checker Players All Right.

Renseslaer checker players authorize The Republican to reply to the challenge made through The Monticello Journal for an inter-city match of ten players on a side. Rensselaer is to confine its players to the city of Rensselaer and Monticello is to confine its players to Monticello with the two exceptions of John Raub and John Smith, of Chalmers. The match should take place in Rensselaer within the next two weeks.

Thomas Was Top in Local Weekly Checker Match.

The weekly checker tournament resulted in a victory for Thomas, whose score was 10 out of a possible 12. Molony was second with 8% points, McFarland and Hill had 7, Griffin 4, Swartzell,3% and Long 2. Stevens did not play.

Fresh Fish.

On account of the reduction in the wholesale market we can sell fish this week as follows: Halibut steak 17 cents, Whitefish 16 cents, Catfish 15 cents and Pickerel at 11 cents per pound. i ; ■..: We keep a supply of fish on hand at all times in a sanitary ice box and will appreciate your patronage. We also handle smoked Whitefish and smoked Salmon. Osborne’s Fish-Market, Van Rensselaer Street, Phone 439.

Fresh Fish Friday.

I will have some fine pickerel, the best fish that comes to Rensselaer, Friday and will sell them at 12% cents a pound.—Albert Wolf.

Flour Sale For this week only A & K’s Best Flour $1.60 a sack Every sack guaranteed to give perfectsatisfaction or money refunded. • HOME GROCERY Phone 41