Kankakee Valley Post, Volume 11, Number 7, DeMotte, Jasper County, 2 January 1941 — Page 3

FARM TOPICS

SOY BEANS ARE VALUABLE FEED Keep Bean Rations Low for Best Results.

By W. H. PETERS

(Professor of Animal Husbandry, University Farm, St. Paul.) Whole soy beans as raised and threshed on the farm have a high feed value, but the feeder should use caution in making up his ration to include such beans. On the basis of experiments carried out to evaluate soy beans in the live-stock ration, several guides have been established.

(1) Do not feed soy beans in ex-cess-of 10 per cent by weight of any grain ration for any type of animal. If beans are fed mote heavily than this, the high oil content will cause scouring -and disturbances of the digestive system. If fed heavily to such animals as high producing milk cows, fattening hogs, cattle or lambs, such animals will in two to three months’ time lose their taste for the beans and voluntarily cut down on their eating. (2) Soy beans fed in excess of 10 per cent of the ration to dairy cows may cause soft butter. Likewise, overfeeding of fattening hogs on beans is quite certain to produce soft pork. (3) In so far as possible soy beans should be fed whole without being ground at all. They are just as palatable in the whole form as after they are ground. Because of their high oil content, soy beans become rancid and objectionable in odor and taste very soon after being ground. If they must be ground to fit in with the rest of the ration, they should be crushed only medium fine, and a fresh supply prepared once each week. ,\j (4) Sucfh practices as cooking or soaking soy beans before feeding them have not proved necjessary or profitably. (5) Whole soy beans have their most satisfactory use in feeding when they are fed as a small part of the grain ration to fattening cattle and lambs and high producing milk cows.

Chickens Need Warmed Water in Winter Months

An egg is 70 per cent water! That is a fact that C. F. Parrish, _ extension poultryman of N C. State college, constantly impresses upon poultry raisers in urging that they provide their flocks with plenty of clean water in convenient fountains. '"“Arrange for some heated water fountains for the flock to use during thiytnld weather. Watei consumption is' greater when the chill is taken ofl\ and the more waiter a hen drinks, the more and the larger her. * eggs,” Parrish added L The also warns that , drafts through openings in the balifc and ends of the laying house should be eliminated by closing siiich cpen- ’ mgs . “Wintei is the tithe to make money from mgg production, when the supply is short.” he said. “There is a surplus of eggs only during about six weeks iri the spring. That leaves about 46 other weeks in the year that our homes and home markets are not amply supplied with eggs. “By selecting chicks of good breeding, and by proper housing and | feeding the farm flock can be managed so as to produce eggs every mpnth in the year.” A

Agricultural News

Soybean production this year is indicated to be 81,500,000 bushels, approximately 6,000,000 bushels belov the 1939 production,'•estimates the 'U. S. Bureau of Agricultural Ec enemies • • • , Tests conducted at Oregon State college show that fence posts with the butts charred do riot last as well as untreated posts, blit green posts treated with a salt combination last almost indefinitely. V it • • Present indications dre that an alltime high of 8,000,000 bales of cotton will be used in the United States alone during - the coming year, although exports will not exceed two million bales. * * * The current Canadian wheat crop, estimated at 561,000,000 bushels, probably exceeds domestic requirements by 275,000,000 bushels, report U. S. department of agriculture foreign experts. * * • A—milking cow should never get more than four tablespoons of codliver oil per day. • * * A winter cover crop returns to the grower many times his investment in seed, fertilizer, and labor by conserving soil, moisture and fertility. * • • • • English farmers are being urged to gather acorns, horse chestnuts and beechnuts to eke out the feedstuff supply of farm animals and thereby release tonnage for other needed imports.

Hawaii... Land of Plenty Which Sweetens Your Coffee

When you think of Hawaii you are more than likely to think of Hula girls and guitars and to forget that Hawaii is responsible for a large quantity of the sugar with which America sweetens its coffee. The sugar industry helps create a $200,009,000 commerce between Hawaii and the rest of the nation. These photos give you a better idea of the commercial side of our island possession in the Pacific.

SUGAR DADDY . . . J. P. Martin , scientist at the Hawaiian sugar planters experimental station in Honolulu, shown injecting liquid food into sugar cane to test growth , and develop new high-juice content types of cane. The experimental station has a large staff which helps spend $500,000 annually to keep America’s sugar industry progressing.

SWEEIiSESS lIS THE RAW Scene at one of the Hawaiian ilants where juice is extracted from sugar cane, boiled and evaporated > make rate sugar. The tanks you see here are the juice boilers.

SHIPPING “WHITE GOLD” ... A California freighter is being loaded with raw sugar at Honolulu for shipment to the mainland. The sugar is processed in V. S. refineries and thereafter appears on the tables of Mr. and Mrs. America.

SUGAR HARVEST FESTIVAL .. . After the sugar crop has been gathered in Hawaii, plantation families celebrate with native feasts and reunions. Here thie Souza family of W'aialua plantation is celebrating the end of a successful harvest. ISote the modern home supplied rentfree to plantation workers.

The beautiful black sand beach at Kalapana, one of America’s most startling scenic wonders. The black grains of sand are as clean as coral .

THE KANKAKEE VALLEY POST

CELESTES WHINES

(Associated Newspapers.) WNU Service.

THERE was nothing new about Celeste’s whining. All of her twenty years she had merely to whine and the whole family hastened to adjust things to suit her fancy. Although her sister was only two years older, Virginia had been made to give up to Celeste from the time she was a baby. Neither the parents nor Virginia realized how completely Celeste had come to dictate their lives. Ji*st now Celeste was demanding a new dress. It little mattered to her that she had had two new dresses since Virginia had any. Virginia sighed and handed over thy money she had been saving for a trip.. There was more, resentment in her heart than she had ever been conscious of before, but her mother’s caressing little pat assured her that she had done the right thing. [‘You know, she’ll be young only ontee,” the mother consoled, and seemed not to think that Virgipia might enjoy being young .once, too. Ih a few hours Celeste returned from her shopping trip in a jubilant mood. “Just as I guessed. I have a perfectly gorgeous date, and now I have something to wear.’’ » On and on she talked of the man who has “everything.” “Who is he?” Virginia asked halfheartedly.

“You’d never'guess in a hundred years. . He’s just inherited SIOO,OOO and only think what a wonderful chance for me, munpsey,” she rejoiced. Hei/ mother agreed with her and they sat planning how Celeste must be given every help in the family’s power that £he might be sure to make the proper impression. “Now, Virginia, since this wonder man is coming this afternoon, won’t you do your best with the lunch? Some of your delicious marshmallow cocoa with chicken salad and some of those new sandwiches like you madq last night, with a relish and some nuts would be just right.” The mother had swallowed hook, line and sinker, as usual, when Celeste had some new plan. And, as usual, the real work of it all fell to Virginia. Virginia went to the kitchen and started her task with rising rebellion In her heart. “Yes, Virginia can look on from afar and do the work,” she stormed as she shredded the chicken for the salad. Before she had finished the salad she heard Celeste talking in her best company voice, and she could imagine her sister, crisp and lovely in the new dress, entertaining her handsome friend. “IjH have to admit that she can look- charming,” Virginia conceded gruc gingly. Just then she heard the swinging door from the dining room creak and: looking up saw her old friend, Bill Thomas. “How’er you, Virginia?’’ he be airbed and grasped both her hands in a hearty grip. “Up to your old trices! Honest, I never saw another girl that could s,tir up as good things to eat as you used to'fix for our school picnics.” “Flatterer! Now you’ll have to pay for your rashness by tasting each of these things I’m preparing and tell me if you think they are good' enough to trap a hundred-thousand-dollar husband for Celeste.’’ “What’s this?” Bill paused midway in his sampling. “That’s what I said. I don’t know who he may be, but it certainly has laid, us all out to get her gowned and fed properly.” “Lucky I didn’t stay in there and queer her chance. Now I’ll slip off my coat and help you here, as we used to when we were in high school. What do you say, Virgie?” Virginia flushed w’ith pleasure at her old nickname and found herself confiding that everything there was Celeste’s, without really meaning to do it. With each glance at Virginia Bill seemed to wear a more satisfied expression. “Yd>u ha vent told me this new man’s name?” “Sorry, but Celeste wouldn’t even tell me,” Virginia confided. Bill gave a low whistle and went on helping. Finally •'things were ready and they both prepared to serve the lunch. Virginia served the plates in a most tempting way while Bill filled the cocoa cups. “I’ve served enough plates for us all to have some. Of course, we’ll eat alone so we won’t spoil the family impression,” Virginia laughed. “Well, something tells me that wewon’t need all those plates,” Bill volunteered. “What, you don’t imagine for one minute that this mysterious gentleman has failed to appear?” “Oh, no, no,” Bill consoled immediately. Sure enough, as Virginia appeared w’ith the luncheon she was met by the astonishing sight of Celeste sitting sedately in a large chair, beautiful in her new dress, but accusingly silent and moody toward her sister. Virginia, entirely innocent of her' sister’s plot that had failed, laughed happily. “Bill just happened in to help me, Celeste. But where is the wonderful man?”

Celeste gave one frantic look at her sister and Bill, the look of a trapped animal, then fled upstairs to fling herself on the bed and cry bitter, stormy tears, unmindful of the damage done the lovely new dress. Virginia gasped in amazement and turned to Bill. “Well, looks as if I’d failed to play up to my part in Celeste’s expectations,” he said as they sat down at table together. “But didn’t she tell you I was planning to come up this afternoon, and didn’t you know that Uncle William had just left me $100,006? You don’t have to answer, for I can see you didn’t.” “Bill, you don’t mean—” Virginia was speechless, t “I do mean that Celeste deliberately took your best at home and then tried to fix things so you’d never see me. I’d like to see the person that could keep me away frorrii you, Virginia, if you really want me near you,” he added tenderly. “Bill, I’m so sorry for silly little Celeste,” Virginia whispered happily.

The Homecoming

By ALLISON L. BURKS

(McClure Syndicate—WNU service.»

T OOKING out the train window, Laura could see the two old people who stood on the platform. In the dim glow of the station light they looked unchanged, exactly as they had when she felt them six years ago. She lifted the child in her arms before she went down the steps of the car. “Laura!” All the way from California there had beeii a weight in Laura’s breast. Now, as her mother’s arms closed pbout her, she felt the weight miraculously dissolving. Her father took the little girl from her arms. “So this is the baby!” His voice sounded choked. A dark figure standing behind him moved closer. Ma chuckled. “You didn’t see Lew, did you, Laurie? He wanted to come with us to meet you.” “Oh, Lew!” Laura’s voice wjas a little breathless. | • The man took the slim hand she held out to him. She knew he was looking dow r n at her intently. “I’m glad you’re back, Laura,” he said quietly. * * * “It’s just the same! It’s the same!” The words were like a song ! in 1 Laura’s heart as they went into the living room. ' I Ma went upstairs with her “I put nev drapes at your winddws,” she told Laura. “How do you think Lew’s looking? He’s the only lawyer in these parts, and he’s doing fine. He’s never forgot you, Lajurie. “Of course, I know you must be grieving over your husband dying —I wish we could’a known [him, j Laurie—but now that you’re back again—” *> * * Laura sat down on the edge of 1 the plump bed. The little girl came ! close t’o her side. t ■_ l l | “Are we going to live here, Mummy?” “Yes, darling.”' She caught the child to her fiercely, staring ahead wdth eyes that w r ere suddenly hard, i Five years! She would have at least five years. Then she would have to go back. But the child would stay here. Ma add Pa weren’t really old. They would be glad to have the baby when she, Laura, was gone. For aP moment she felt the pain that parting would bring. Then she set l)er lipfc resolutely. She would have her fiv£ years in Heaven. Years ago, before she went away, she hadn’t known it was Heaven. But Jack had taught her what Hell could be. Of course, she could have divorced him. But it wouldn’t have done any good. Jack would nevef let her go. Sometimes he loved her; 1 ' more often he hated her. But he’d never let go of her. She washed the little girl’s round face and chubby hands before they! want downstairs.

Lew came into the dining-room; when he saw her there setting the table. “I hope you were a little glad to see me, Laura,” he said awkwardly. “Why, of course, Lew.” She didn’t look at him. “You don’t care if I come here sometimes? ” “The sugar bowl’s empty,” she murmured. She went toward the kitchen. She’d better tell Him. She mustn’t hurt him—not again!; Ma was at the kitchen sink, unwrapping a newspaper from around a bunch of celery. She paused, her eyes caught by an item in the printed columns. “Here’s a funny thing,’’ she said absently. “About a man John Brown. The same name as your man, Laura. In Los Angeles— Oh, well, I guess there’s a lot of John Browns in the world.” She went across the kitchen to the pantry. Laura drew the newspaper toward her. She stood very still, reading the short i-tem. John Brown, sentenced to San Quentin for robbery, was shot and killed while attempting to escape. Lew had followed Laurja into the kitchen. “You didn't answer me, Laura,” he reminded hpr. She turned to him. Her voice wss suddenly alive, vibrant. ‘‘‘Why, Lew,” she said. “I want you to come. I’ll always want you to come!” And, her hands against her face, she began to cry-

The Once Over

by H.I.Phillips

AFTER LISTENING TO A EUROPEAN DICTATOR “I,” he said, “excuse my knife— Am champion of the broader life; 1,” he said, “excuse my gun— Am just a little ray of sun.” i “You,” I said, and raised my hand, | “I find quite hard to understand; Ifow ban you be my guiding light I While slugging me with left and right?” * ( * • * “I am,” he said, “a leader kind— Excuse my wallops from behind— The things I do are for the best— Excuse my fist; it’s just a test!” “Your logic isn’t overclear,” I said (then landed on my ear); “It’s hard to think you such a lamb When underneath yotir feet I am.” • •” *• “1 am,” he said, “a leader kind—j If you can’t see it you are blind; I want this world a sweeter place— I Excuse it if I bash your face!” “I; somehow fail to follow you,” I said, now very black and blue; “How can I see you as my hope? j; You’re standing on my chin, you i dope.” * * * “You are,” he said, “so very dense, hit always gives, me great offense; jlf I but run you up a tree 1 You question if it’s best for thee.” i • ' “It isn’t very clear,” I said, ! “When you have knocked me nearly dead, ’ ' That every new atrocity / j Is done to make it nice for me.” ■ * * * * ! “I am,” he sard, “the Voice of - Good- . Excuse my bomb! ? (I knew you would); I am all sunshine and all bliss-. (Take that . . and that! and this . . . and this!” * * .* lIOW ABOUT IT? Judging from what Mr. Knudsen says, our national defense program has developed into a lag show. + * * ,:V ' . “Germany has nothing against the American people. Germany has all j along recognized the Monroe Doctrine as a basic principle.”—Berlin | newspaper, j,. Wanna bet? * * * IMPRESSIONS General de Gaulle: Man Without a Country. Tommy Harmon: The Michigan Limited, with shoulder pads. IL L. Mencken: Hermit dwelling ■in a huge dictionary. ’ , - f John Garfield: Pix bad boy. —I. J. Fox. v* * * Hanger] Curves Ahead! (“The London Board of Trade refused today to reconsider its order butting British corset production 50 per cent of last year’s sales.”—News item.) Tire Ship of State for an even keel, Needs tons and tons of corset steel, The die. is cast, the Fates have writ- : ten . That ladies now must buige for Britain!- •£. —Louise Shaw.

| Ex-Kaiser Wilhelm has rejected a chance to return to Gerfnany. There’s one man .who has sense enough not to make any move before the final score. ♦- * * “Whitestone Bridge, sew York Sways at Times.”—headline. How about calling it the Great White Sway? 0 0 0 Mussolini is shuffling generals be r cause he doesn’t like the way the war is “running.” 0 0-0 LO, THE POOR INDIAN! On the Tonawanda Seneca reser T vation in New York, the United States government made its 146th annual presentation of six yards of cdlico to each Indian in the Iroquois Confederation Saturday, keeping a treaty of 1794. A speaker glowingly reminded the Indies (and the assembled newsreel men and camera men) that, the United States was keeping a faith which was “unique in a| world of broken promises and enslaved people.” Well, we get the idea, and it is okay with us, but the Red Man was certainly entitled to a loud guffaw and nine giggles. It was old Peter Doctor, oldest of the Senecas, who got his point over. “The Indians were civilized with a veneer of savagery,” he said, taking his calico and wondering wha’t to do with the darned stuff. - “Over there white men have turned to. savagery with a veneer of civilization.” ’ 0 0 m SPEAKING OF DESTRUCTION . j. ’ Neither Vanual, Hun, or Goth Holds a candle To a moth, —Richard Armour. • + + Add similes: as funny as the Vichy government's branding General De Gaulle as “a man without honor.” 0 0 0 All those European small nations must be singing It “PACT all your troubles in your old kit bag.”