The Lucknow Sentinel, 1922-09-21, Page 7the stiffest
photo-topo-
is usually
THE FRIENDLIEST FENCE IN THE WORLD
I
or
the Interior, and labelled
Handle Carefully, Value
The box contains several
exposed photographic plates,
In the fall of each year a stout wood
en box measuring about a foot each
way is shipped from the west to the
topographical surveys branch, depart
ment of
“Glass,
$5,000.”
hundred
the entire results of a season’s work
by a party of experts engaged in mak
ing photographic surveys in the moun
tains. They are sent to Ottawa to be
developed and enlarged, after which
they are used in making a map on
which every mountain peak and
gentle slope, every brook and alpine
lakelet, every valley and ravine will
be shown in fullest detail merely by
measuring the photographs.
Until his exposed plates have been
developed the camera surveyor has
nothing to show as the result of a sea
son spent in climbing dangerous cliffs,
crossing snow slopes and glaciers., and
often suffering severely from cold and
wind. With the exception of some
angles to determine the positions of
his camera stations, he has not made
any of the measurements that other
surveyors usually make in the field.
He will make them in the office. We
might almost imagine that he has
brought the mountains home in a box
so that he may survey them indoors.
His pictures are ordinary] photo
graphs, but his camera is very strong
ly and accurately made and is pro
vided with adjustments for keeping
the plate exactly upright while the
picture is being taken.
An architect, in preparing a draw-,
ing showing the finished appearance 1
I of a building upon which he is work-
| ing builds up a perspective from the
ground plan and a couple of side views
of a house. The camera surveyor uses
the same principles, of perspective, but
he first gets the photographs, which
are really perspective views, and from
| them he makes his ground plan or
I map. Thousands of points have to be
! located, and each point must be vis-
i ibie in at least two photographs to
■ find its position on the map. Although
i by experience some short cuts have
: been found, the office work generally
takes at least tw’ice as long as the
work in the field. Economically, this
is an advantage, since the office work
■ is less expensive than the field work.
As camera surveying is adapted to
i mountainous country only the field
I work is. rather strenuous, and the sur-
veyor has to be an alpinist of the first
order. The most desirable camera sta
tions may be on peaks that are very
difficult of access, but the surveyor
does not hesitate to tackle
climb.
Camera surveying,
graphical surveying as it
called, has been carried on in Canada
| for about thirty-five years; in no other
I country has it been used to so great
; an extent. Dr. E. Deville, surveyor-
; general of Canada, is universally re-
' cognized as one of the world’s authori-
■ ties on the subject, and it is worthy of
i note that in Indian, on the recent
’ Mount Everest expeditions, pboto-
■ graphic surveys were made with a
i camera copied from those designed by
: Dr. Deville for use on Canadian sur-
! veys.
“How Are You, Grandmam
ma?” Said the Dog.
Dogs are supposed to talk only in
stories for young children. But Mr.
Alexander Graham Bell’s Skye terrier
—'so we learn from an article by the
inventor in the National Geographic
Magazine—-was an exception to that
rule; he could say, “How are you,
grandmamma ?”
I had, says Mr. Bell, often wondered
whether there was anything in the
mouth of a dog to prevent it from
speaking, and I began to make experi
ments with! an intelligent Skye terrier
that we possessed. By giving suitable
kinds of food I soon taught the dog
to sit up on his hind legs and to growl
continuously while I manipulated his
mouth and to top growling when I
took my hands, away. Taking ibis
muzzle in my hands, I opened and
closed the jaws a number of times in
succession. That act produced the
syllables “ma-ma-ma-ma.”
The mouth proved to be too. small
for me to manipulate individual parts
of the tongue, but, on pushing upward
between the bone.s of the lower jaw
near the point, I found that I could
completely close the passageway at
the back; and a succession of pushes
resulted in the syllables “ga-ga-ga-ga.”
The simple growl was an approxi
mation of the vowel “ah,” and, wihen
followed by a gradual constriction and
rounding of the labial orifice by the
hand, it became converted into the
diphthong “ow.” The dog’s repertoire
of sounds finally consisted of the
vowels “ah” and *‘oo,” the diphthong
“ow” and the syllables “ma” and “ga.”
Then we began to form words and
sentences of those elements, and final
ly the dog wa.s able to say, “Ow-ah-oo-
gamama?” which by the exercise of a
little imagination readily passed for
“How are you, grandmamma?”
The terrier took a bread-and-butter
interest in the experiments and often
used to stand on his hind legs and try
to say the sentence by himself, but
without the help of hands on his
throat ihe was' never able to do any
thing more than growl. The fame of
the dog soon spread among my fath
er’s friends, and people came from far
and near to hear him talk.
that the
borax. Un-
had to be
Hotest Spot on Earth.
The hottest spot in the world is
Death Valley, an arid, sunken plain
in California, about twelve miles in
width and 150 miles in length.
Its maximum temperature of 160 de
grees Fehrenheit has never been
equalled elsewhere. Even at midnight
the mercury hovers round 120 degrees
and so hot does the earth become in
summer that a rock or a piece of iron
scorches the naked hand.
It is from this district
world obtains its. supply of
til recently the commodity
hauled by specially built motor-lorries
to the nearest railway station, 165
miles distant.
Driving these lories in the more tor
rid season proved fearfully trying. Be
fore now drivers have been found
dead, yet holding a canteen of water
in their hand. In a few hours the
water carried in the tank became so
heated by the sun’s rays that frequent
ly it was pumped into the boiler al
most a.t the steam-producing stage.
Engineers have now conquered this
death spot by linking the most import
ant mines with the outside world by
railway. It has meant the erection of
miles of trestle embankments made
from stout timber.
What the men dreaded was not the
loneliness of their surroundings, but
the pitiless sun. Some idea of the in
tense heat experienced may be imag
ined when it is stated that a writing-
desk provided for the engineer curled,
split, and fell to pieces in a few days.
Now the railway has been com
pleted and is bringing out borax at
the rate of three million tons a year.
Not a Friend.
you,Mistress—“When I engaged
Susan, you told me that you ihad no
man-friends. Now, almost every time
I come into the kitchen I find a man
there.”
Susan—“Bless you, mum, he ain’t
no friend of mine! ”
‘‘Then who is he?”
“My husband.”
nearest spout,
For
me backward
me into the
found myself
Outliving Oneself.FAMOUS WARSHIPS
WILL BE SCRAPPED
CRUISERS THAT HAVE
MADE HISTORY.
fresh adventures,
old until we
are content
are. If we
I
reach the
with our-
are never
eager to
Reproducing Instruments
Arouse Interest in Piano.
Among a great many people to-day
there seems to be a belief that on ac
count of automatic musical instru
ments, such as talking machines and
piano players, the days of the piano
are numbered.
Now, mechanical instruments have
come to stay and in Increasing num
bers, there is not the slightest doubt,
and it is well that it is so, for there
is an abundant field for all. One’s
ability to put records of the world’s
greatest pianists on the pianola and
hear the masterpieces played by mas
ter pianists; to hear great art as sung
by world celebrites, is both worthy
and -wholesome. These inventions are
among the marvels of recent years,
and should receive every support for
what they are, but, like everything
else, there are twro sides to the ques
tion, for while they temporarily fas
cinate and entertain they can never
fully satisfy, for the reason that the
psychological fact will remain that the
fascination, the joy, the wholesome
imagination, and the real contentment
to be gotten by doing the things our
selves, is
ever.
Not so
with the
versifies he asked if the player pianos
were not destined to drive the piano
students from the field. To this a
well-known critic replied that there
were young people constantly in a cer
tain home and they played all the
time, the phonograph being used only
for dancing. Some of the players
knew' but one or two chords, some
played tunes with one finger, and one
enthusiast played all the popular
melodies with his right hand, his left
monotonously played the tonic chord.
There is no doubt whatever that the
player piano and the phonograph
stimulate affection and interest in the
art of piano playing. The average
young person seeks to know some
thing about the piano. So, thanks to
the value of the mechanical instru
ments, piano playing proper is increas
ing by leaps and bounds.
Dangers of Deforestation.
When by reckless tree-cutting the
forest cover is removed from hills and
mountains., nothing is left to hold the
rain—no layer of living roots, mosses
or other vegetable growths mixed with
decaying leaves., to act as a sponge
and retain the moisture Thereafter,
in consequence, the rainfall runs off
in torrents., and the streams to which
it should afford a regulated supply
throughout the year are flooded in
winter and dried up in summer. Inci
dentally, the soil is washed away and
the hillsides', once beautiful with fresh
growing verdure, become so much
barren desert.
In this way the water supply of cer
tain areas of country has been prac
tically destroyed. The forests of the
hills and mountains are natural stor
age reservoirs. Destruction of these
reservoirs means, ruin to the farmers
in the valleys and on the prairies.
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Savings are a weapon which no one
can afford to disdain
the same yesterday and for-
long ago, in conversation
president of one of our uni-
a
in
The Gentle Art of Making
Out Bills.
In Tiffin, Ohio, says F. P. A. in the
New York Tribune, there is a tailor
who has had a few garage repair bills.
The other day the garage man had the
tailor sew a button on. The next day
he got this bill:
To sewing cn button ....... .15
Thread .................................... .03
Rutton ......................................... . .06
Labor 1-4 hour..................... .30
Removing old thread ....... .07
Labor 1-8 hour......... ..... .... .15
Needle..................................... .02
Beeswax.................. .... .01
Knotting thread ................... .02
Labor 1-6 hour .... . ...........
... .20
Total .................® • • • •.. $1.01
Chased by Orcas.
Explorers in arctic and in antarctic
regions look upon danger to life and
limb as merely an unpleasant and
rather commonplace circumstance in
the day’s work. Mr. Herbert G. Pont
ing, who wa,s a member of the ill-fated
Scott expedition to the South Pole, de
scribes. in Travel an incident that
shows how insecure the life of man is
among the ice floes of the far South.
One morning, he says, I wp.s about
to start along the edge of the ice w'ith
my camera when eight killer whales,
appeared; they were heading toward
the ice and were blowing loudly. Ever
since I had first seen some of those
wolves of the sea off Cape Crozier I
had been anxious to get photographs
of them. The whales dived under the
ice; so, hastily estimating where they
would be likely to rise again, I ran
toward the spot.
I had got to within six feet of the
edge of the ice, which was perhaps a
yard thick, when to my consternation
it heaved violently under my feet and
split into fragments round me, and
the eight whalesi, side by side and al
most touching one another, burst from
under the ice and “blew off steam.”
The head of one was within two
yards of me. I saw its nostrils open,
and at such close quarters the release
of its pent-up breath! was like a blast
from an air compressor. The noise of
the eight simultaneous “blows” was
terrific, and I was* enveloped in the
warm vapor of the
which smelled strongly of fish,
tunately, the shock sent
instead of precipitating
sea; but to my alarm I
on a small Isolated floe.
I remember that when the whales
struck the ioe with their backs there
was. a loud booming sound, and that
as soon as they were clear of the ice
they made a tremendous commotion
and set the floe to rocking so furiously
that I had all I could do to keep from
falling into the water. Then they
turned, intending “deliberately to at
tack me. I heard wild shouts from the
ship, which was within sixty yards:
“Look out!” “Run!” “Jump, man,
jump!” “Run quick!”
But I could not run; I had all I could
do to keep my feet as I leaped from
piece to piece of the rocking ice. Be
hind me, snorting and blowing among
the blocks of ice, came the whales! I
wondered whether I should be ab.e to
reach safety before they reached me.
and I remember thinking, If they did
get me, how unpleasant the first bite
would feel. I knew th t it would not
matter much about the second.
The broken floes had already start
ed to drift away with the current, and
as I reached the fragment nearest the
firm ice I saw that the lead was too
wide for me to leap. The whales were
making a horrible noise among the
broken ice behind me; I stood for a
moment, hesitating. More frantic
shouts of “Jump, man, jump!” reached
me from my friends.
Just then by good luck the floe on
which I was standing turned slightly
in the current and the distance to the
firm ice lessened. I leaped across,
and I was not a moment too scon, for
as I looked back I saw a huge black-
and-tawny head resting on the bit of
ice from which I had jumped; the lit
tle pig eyes were locking to see what
had become of me.
its jaws wide, and
teeth that I had so
The brute opened
I saw' the terrible
narrowly escaped.
As men survey the untimely pass
ing of such as Rupert Brooke, Joyce
Kilmer, Alan Seeger, there is inevitab
ly the poignant sense of frustration
by death’s hand, of dreams yet un-1
fulfilled, of great promise not come
to the full flower of realization. It ■
has sometimes assuaged a human1
grief, when the young whom the gods!
love go from us “with the white rays
of morn upon their shields of expec
tation,” to reflect that these, at any
rate, knew not the pain and bitterness
that came to those who have outlived
the flush of golden promise and beheld
the dawn fade “into the light of com- j
mon day.” They never lost their ideals,
they never surrendered their illusions.
The incommunicable raptures were
not ended. They went on from'
strength to strength,
Still nursing the unconquerable hope,1
Still clutching the inviolable shade. ;
The hour when they said like the
old guide, on the Matterhorn, “I can
not!” never came to them. They felt
equal to anything; to the last they
were daring, defiant, ready to address
themselves to
We are not
age when we
selves as we
sati/sfied—if we are still
learn—we never become aged. A more
splendid thing to see than the radiant
optimism of youth is the undaunted
ongoing of those who laugh at the
calendar because their wills are
young, and—like Tennyson’s “Ulys
ses”—their purpose holds. It will not
do to spend what are so dismally
named “declining” years by review
ing, with a great regret, the bygone
days. Why should they be years of
declining? Why may they not be
years of accepting? Not a mere
acquiescence, not a placid resignation,
with hands folded and feet altogether
idle. But an acceptance of the re-]
sponsibilities referred to our costly
experience and our valuable discre
tion. The elders may be spared those
quick, physical errands that are bet
ter committed to juniors sound of
wind and fleet of limb. But they have
their own place, their own use and
their peculiar fitness.
The light of a luminous example
shines in sundown as at sunrise. The
real readiness to die does not consist
in waiting for the end, but in a joyful
willingness to live, each day, for all,
that there is in it. The beloved, ad
mired “old” people that we know are
not timorous of the open door. They!
are not tired of life and they are not;
afraid of death—since it admits
“life that shall endless be.”
Sending Oil by Cable.
to
Passing of the Princes Royal,
Lion, Orion, Conqueror,
Monarch and Erin.
The doom of six of Britains-’ most
famous warships has been passed, and
in accordance with the Washington
Armament Limitation agreement, the
Admiralty has selected the vessels to
be scrapped. They are tile battle
cruisers Princess Royal and the Lion,
and the battleships Orion, Conqueror,
Monarch and Erin.
There is a touch of pathos for the
British sailors in the passing of these
great ships which have made history.
All have fine wrar records. The Lion
was the first one to taste battle when
Beatty made a dash at the Germans at
the end of August, 1914.
In the following January, the Lion
was- in the fleet which inflicted heavy
loss on Von Hipper’s fleet at Dog
ger Bank. The Lion was disabled in
this battle and Admiral Beatty trans
ferred his flag from it to the Princess
Royal.
Battled Valiantly Off Jutland.
The Lion again was conspicuous in
the battle of Jutland, May 31 and June
1, 1916, when it was subjected to a
heavy fire and nearly blown up when
a shell struck one of its1 turrets. The
Princess Royal also was. hit several
times in the engagement and the Mon
arch and Conqueror also did good
work. The Erin was originally built
for Turkey but battled valiantly at
Jutland. Each of the battleships
mounts thirteen five point guns' w'hich
will be sold witih the vessels.
The Indomitable, which was the first
battle cruiser built for the royal navy,
in 1908, already has been towed from
Sheerness by Dutch tugs and will be
broken up after a glorious career, in
cluding participation in the Dogger
Bank engagement and the sinking of
the German battleship Blucher.
The passing of each of these is at
tended with the keenest regrets and
the victims were only determined af
ter long controversies in the admiral
ty. But such is the romance that at
taches to all the British men-of-war
that it became impossible to act in
strict comformity with the Washing
ton treaty without touching some Bri
tish hearts.
Says anada is Best.
Lord Shaw of Dumferline, who, af
ter extensive travels in the United
States and Canada, says:—“In the
United States the middle west seems
to have been given over to the genius
of desolation; in Canada it seems to
have been given over to the genius
of fruitfulness.”
What Music Does for the
Community.
Music has a great influence on
community. When music is hushed
a community, whether that community
be a busy village, a thriving town, or a
hustling city, the hum and whirr and .
bustle of common activity lose tiheir .
inspiration, then forces wander and j
energies wane.
Band music is- just as important to ■
the town as it is to the army. The '
regimental band is the united voice of
the regiment, so is the band music of
the town. It speaks the joy or sorrow
of the regiment. It sounds tibe paens
of praise for the heroes, and it pours
out the fanfare of victory. It arouses
the men to a sense of patriotism, and
it inspires them to triumph; it im
pels them as one man to dare and
achieve,
heroes.,
awakens
tion is to lag behind. The music of a
town draws the whole town to a com
mon thought, to a common spirit. The
whole town is brought into the fulness
of its power by calling it into team
work for commercial progress and
business advancement.
The music of a town, the brass band,
is to the children—well, it is what
they want, and they are better child
ren if they have its delightful inspira
tion in their community. It is an en
couragement to them to be good, to
be more contented and useful at home,
and inspires them to greater deeds.
The music of a town makes an inno
cent and elevated form of entertain
ment for its people.
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This Butter-Fat Has No
Water.
There was exhibited at the recent
National Dairy Show, in St. Paul, what
was called “anhydrous” butter-fat. It
came from California and contained
no trace of water.
It was shown that this product when
melted was clear and limpid as olive
oil, and that it would keep fresh much
longer than ordinary butter.
It was meant to be used with skim
milk powder, the latter being a dry
preparation already familiar commer
cially. By combining the two it is
practicable to make what is> in effect
fresh “whole”milk. Or, if desired,
cream can be made from the mixture
and churned into butter.
It is thought that such
butter-fat may be used to
by manuacturers of milk
who need only to mix it
powder and chocolate in proper pro
portions in order to obtain a product
of superior keeping quality.
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Stock Nova Scotia Waters.
This season the fish hatchery lo
cated at East Margaree, N.S., distri
buted some 4,145,000 Atlantic salmon
fry and retained for feeding 150,000.
It also distributed 82,000 speckled
trout, making a total of 4,377,000. This
is the largest distribution ever made
from Margaree hatchery and more
than equals the sum of distribution i
made there during the last two years. ;
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Certain flowers show very strong
likes and dislikes. Sweet peas fade
quickly if put in a vase with other
flowers; mignonette, lilies of the val-;
ley, and certain poppies have the same
weakness. 1
Coagulstion Point.
An egg contains a large proportion
of albumen, intended by nature for the
nourishment of the growing chick.
This albumen belongs to a class of
substances which have the peculiarity
of “coagulating” or turning solid when
exposed to a certain degree of heat.
The action is a permanent chemical
change, and these substances will not
again soften with a drop in tempera
ture. For this reason the boiled egg
hardens1.
It is, too, for this reason that it
impossible to cook an egg on the top
a high mountain, for there, owing
lesser atmospheric pressure, the water
boils at a lower temperature, and this I
temperature being under “coagulation I
point,” the egg never “cooks.
is
of
to
Many of the great oilfields are situ
ated near coasts where the water is
shallow for several miles out to sea.
This means that large tankers cannot
come close to the shore to take their
precious cargo on board.
The old method, which was very
costly, was to dredge a channel and
build a special harbor; but nowadays,
as the tanker cannot come to the oil,
the oil is taken to the tanker.
Enormous pipe lines, some of them
.six miles in length and from 8 in. to
10 in. in diameter, are laid out from
the shore. A buoy is attached to the
far end, and when an oil ship arrives
she hauls up the pipe and fixes it to
; her tanks. Then she signals to the
; shore that she is ready. Pumping be
gins at once, and soon she is full. She
then seals up the end of the pipe,
throws it overboard, and steams away.
An ingenious method has been de
vised for allowing a tanker to transfer
fuel to an oil-burning steamer whilst
at sea. If an ordinary pipe were run
out between the two it would soon
break, owing to the pitching and roll
ing of the vessels. Even if several
tow' lines were used the process would
be difficult.
Now' pipe and cable are made into
one. The tube is encased in many
strands of steel wire. The big steam
er takes the tanker in tov.', and oil is
pumped through the pipe which runs
through the middle of the cable.
Music is the maker of
The music of a community
it to action when the inclina-
water-free
advantage
chocolate,
with milk
F’or short distances, the salmon is
the swiftest fish.
i
THE DRIVER’S PROGRESS
& W&tt Mason
When first a voter gets a car, how cautiously he drives!
rules or by-laws will he mar, he’ll take no precious lives,
drives his boat along the sands, along the busy ways, he holds
the wheel with rigid hands., and grinds' his teeth and prays. "Ten
miles an hour,” observes this man, “isi fast enough, I wot; and he
who faster sends his van should presently be shot.” Old timers
hear him and they shed their sad, denatured smiles.; when they
w’ere fresh they also said, “The proper speed’s ten miles.” Be
hold the voter and his Liz when two brief months are sped;
now tw’enty miles, hi® limit is, hie lias not lost his head. He lec
tures all the
scorchers in
tw'enty miles
a vandal and
on, as weeks w'ill sail, since time has many wiles, and now that
voter is in jail for hitting sixty miles. “Life is too short,” he
tells the judge, “to move like mule-drawn drays;” the jurist
mutters, “Bunk!” and “Fudge!” and gives him sixty days.
village sports on sanity in speed, and says that
the courts should dig their chickenfeed. “Oh,
is fast enough for any man,” he cries,, “and he’s
a tough who like a comet flies,” The weeks' sail
In His Own Shadow.
The night was extremely dark, and
the roads were rough. Two farm boys
who had to go to the neighboring town
decided to take a lantern with them
and hang it on the dashboard of the
buggy. They were not used to a lan
tern at night, nor was old Bob, the
horse, used 'to one; but the road was
so rutty and the ditches at the. side
w’ere so deep that they felt obliged to
take it.
They had no trouble on the way ex
cept that old Bob stumbled every few
minutes; once he went almost to his
knees and broke the check-rein.
“I wonder what i.s the matter with
old Bob to-night” said the younger of
the boys. “I never saw him stumble
like that before. Father said he was
the safest horse to drive at night that
he had ever known. He must have a
stiff shoulder.”
‘‘No, there is nothing wrong with
old Bob,” answered the other. “He is
traveling in his own shadow'; that’s
what makes him stumble. He would
be better without the lantern behind
him, and I’d turn it out if I weren’t
afraid of that washout by the creek.”
In spite of old Bob’s stumbling the
boys made the trip in safety, and the
older of the two scon forgot about it.
But for seme reason the younger re
membered it all the rest of his life.
The words of his brother had left a
deep impression cn him. “He is tra
veling in his own shadow; that’s w'hat
makes him stumble.”
Many times in after years he told
the story of that ride and its lesson,
so clear and pointed; that pride' and
jealousy, hatred and selfishness, lazi
ness and negligence and all the other
human weaknesses are false shadow's
that stand between our goals an^ the
light. Nine times cut of ten things
that we stumble over in the quest of
true success and happiness are not
without but within. Some meanness
of our own is standing betw’een us and
our goal and is making things appear
in a false light. We are traveling in
our owrn shadow: that is what makes
us fail.
True Enough.
Johnson was tired of the noisy city
where he worked, and when his holi
day came round he plunged into the
heart of the country and tried to for
get newspapers and telegrams and
clocks.
It happened that he wanted to know
the time, and meeting the country
postman, he stopped him and asked
him what time it was.
“Four o’clock in the afternoon by
the railway time, sir.”
“By railway time!” ejaculated the
young man. ‘‘I should have thought
you country folk w'ould have taken
your time from the sun.”
“Wihiy?” asked the postman. “Bean't
we much closer to the railway?”
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A mule cannot pull while he is kick
ing, and he cannot kick while he iff
pulling. Neither can yec.