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The Brussels Post, 1949-6-29, Page 7• Useful Pointers ve • Traylor motors cosered with oll, grease and dust become fire heti.. aryls, Pounds gained by letting pigs nurse after 56 'days of age are lost in the weight of the sow. first defense aiainst flies is to destroy their hatching places, Keep manure hauled away from barns. 1fa'cd hay is pacicaged,.hay, You can feed it, se,1 it or store it. For storage it goes in about half the space required for loose hay, ,\u tad saying among farmers is that early -cut hay is washy—late cut hay "sticks to the ribs," Tests .how that early -cut hay has more pru,ein mud less fibre than hay cut alter the grass is ripe. So, if you ,tsat meat on the animals' ribs, cut Ill hay earl), A rich mixture fit the tractor car- buretor wastes fuel. One engineer 3 s d quarter turn over the cor- tea ad,ustnte•tt may raise fuel con- s..,upturn 10 per cent.. To adjust the had needle valve and idling jet, consult operator's manual which rune with the machine. tree plantings should be culti- su.ttl early. You will have better luck kteping the You, clean if you n let et th c ywee dss 'ee two taches high, •11 ii tied& in your corn fields arc inastla the grassy type, the rotary has will save one cultivation, and azo keep the corn cleaner in the row. llay-barn ropes should be check• ed to see 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 forkful. Harrowing corn just as it comes 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 (tills. ON TRIAL—Former State De- partment official Alger Hiss, above, is being tried in the New York U. S. District Court on two counts of perjury arising out of his testimony concerning the, turning of State Department secrets over to Russian agents. Not A Record To Point At With. Pride Ask almost anyone what country has the highest traffic accident record and they would say the United States. But RIO would be wrong. That grits record belongs to Canada. For every million motor miles driven in the United States last year, 7,7 people were killed, The corresponding figure for Canada la just a shade under ten, And the Canadian rate is rising. In Ontario, as in Most outer prov- inces, it was up sharply in the first quarter of 1949, At the preseat rate,. at least 2,000 people will die violently in traffic accidents Rife year, 40,000 will be injured, ?naw of thein for life, and property damage will atnount to the stagger- ing sum of $50,000,000:'• Only a thoroughly aroused pub- lic opinion and a firth determination on the part of every adult citizen oats oheck that shocking toll. r* great many different - factors .are responsible for traffic accidents, but the most common and important of ail is carelessness, carelessness on the part of the speeding driver who thinks that nothing will hap- pen to, hitt?, carelessness on the part of the pedestrian who steps onto the road without looking either way, Unless we can make these poopie realize always the pen- alty for a moment's carelessness there will be .a Jot of mourning ahead of us in 'rhe snmmmer months just starting, • • Looked Real Cuts, No Doubt "The Rev. George Thalasattis of St. Nicholas (week Urlhodos church was decorated with arrange-' tsents of white glatlio"us 11171 terns. ---Ashville (NN,C.) Cilytn t'iutc1,. ,A11 Ashore—Fire sweeps the passenger steamer Northumberland, berthed at Port Dalhousie, Ontario, as it was about to start its 39th year on Lake Ontario. The vessel suffered damage estimated at $200,000 in the blaze which started in the engine room. it was brought under control after two hours. THEFAQM FONT JokilPLL&seLL. If you're going to get the big- gest possible profits from your lay- ing liens, 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 and get rid of the loafers. Keep the birds that have bright combs and uncolored beaks and legs. Sell the others. * * * Last week 1 had something to say about the problem of letting the grade of your eggs get lower during hot weather, Along this sante litre it's interesting to note some recent remarks of H,H. Alp, an 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 ti that if house- wives had been able to buy better eggs. In other words, he contends that egg surpluses -are caused mostly by sloppy handling on the way to market, * * * "There never has been a true surplus of high-quality, graded eggs," says Ivlr. Alp, "and there is still a great, unsatisfied customer demand for this type of egg," So hs thinks that the poultry industry would be smart to do everything possible to produce quality eggs. * * * Could be, there's a thought there for some of us on this side of the I(ne as well, * * * If that tractor of yours is "act- ing up" and not giving you the service you have a right to expect, here's a tip that ?night be worth while, Air leaks between the tractor ale cleaner and the carburetor will make the carburetor mixture in- correct, also let dust into tate motor. * * * ,just what this meansis 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 on 13% less gasoline, * * * just because 2,4D has given. mush 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 therm have done so — but not always with satisfactory results, worse luck. * * * The trouble as that many garden crops are very susceptible to the effects of 2,4-D — so mtich so that they do not even geed 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 1 sate 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. * 4, * 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 he 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 -terns 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— seem to be the cure for this vicious habit. Cut in half-inch lengths, steeped in cold water overnight, drained in the morning and fed int shallow tubs, the alfalfa stakes a real hit with the hens, leaving thein 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 interested. It must be steeped to stimulate their appe- Great Sport ---Attractive Tool — New Zealanders are zealous tltrin1 rho lusty and arrow sport, and this attractive atelier is no ev.c'rlitict1 She's taking a head on the ball's -eye in prepara ti:,tt ft,r the New Zealand Archery championships. She may chit rail ti. tt colt s, but should have no trouble keeping ii beau. Elks i"c ' dl 2 t the desired 6 si d results. And a's it's well known that feather- ` picking once it gets under way, often leads to cannibalism„ further results of the green feeding will be watclted with interest. ieDr�l�a8Iy Disliked $7 Richard MU Wilkinson 1 have never known a man to be more wholeheartedly disliked then Ilanry Spafford. The reason for it is his braggartly qualities, Itis over - searing sense of importance. We tolerate him because we like his wife, Madge, but even so our toleration is a chore. The other night 1 was over to the Spafford'& and sat through an hour of Henry's bragging. 11 stems that' the big boss in New York—Henry is ern 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 !din a couple of times. 1 must remember to do that." "Who's Jay?" I asked. "Jay?" Why, Jason Reid, who owns the line, of ',arse." "bh," 1 said. "'Che way to get along in any business," Henry went on, "is to let the boss know right offhe can depend :on yob, "That's the way 1 am w ntha3�" J � I .left the Spal4ord home an hour later. furious that I had stayed so long, pitying Madge and disliking Henry with a renewed sense of dis- gust. "Something," 1 told Betty, my wile, "ought to be done about that puneid, Jk, Noay."w he's calling Old Man R "The thing to do," Betty smiled, "to to be amused as his ravings, not annoyed. Ho doesn't jiurrt any one, end there's always Madge PO think of." '•(rs Madge„',.1 replied, ”' keepyeme fiom hittingtltat gniwononet of these days. Something," I re. pealed, "ought to he done about hint.,, Whether or not my thinking about it had anything to do with what happened a couple of days later 1 will never know. Henry WAS fired. Without warning or ex- planation he was given a couple of weeks' pay and was bounced out on his ear. ' My first reaction when Betty told me about it was one of exuberance, 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 it was followed by one of pity. The more 1 thought about it the deeper became my sympathy. What great er humiliation, 1 thought, rook man endure than this that confron' ed Henry Spafford? Next clay I called Hal Wheaton and asked hint to have lunch with Me. "Have you heard about Henry?" 1 asked when we were seated. Hal nodded, avoiding my eyes. "1 met the poor devil on the street this morning. I don't mind saying that if, was an ordeal." 1 thoughtfully lighted . a cigaret "Hal," f said, "think of Madge. isn't there something we can do?' "Well." said Hal, "I've been woe• dering, too. Poor Madge." f{a coughed. "I called Bob Taylor of the Taylor i.ines this morning, Bob says that he might be able to 10 something for Henri on our recommendation." "1 guess," I jtrinned, "that's the answer." And it was. Henry and Madge were over three days later. "1 ho' derstand you've got a new lobl" 1 remarked to Henry. "Yes," lie said with a bored look on his face. "1300 Taylor called up as soon as he heard that 'I was free, and asked if I'd consider a position with him. Well, you know when a man offers you more money—" I d glance at Betty. There was a faint smile on her face. I 'sup -- pose she was amused. I hope sa. Because an hour later, with Heiser still blowing, I was mad enough to choke him, and almost did. THE END HOLIDAY ON THE ROCKS A Short Story By DUDLEY HOYS At four o'clock on Easter Satur- day Harry Cartmel was looking genially expectant. At 4.20 his youthful blue eyes were dark with resentment. At 4,21 lie had the dazed, ecstatic stare of a young man who has never seen anybody to be compared with her. These sudden translations bap- penedswhen he arrived at the Ling - bridge lin. Many people like to spend Easter at large and glittering hotels, some choose Switzer:and, if they can airo•d 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 ('uin- berland. (tock -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 Liugbridge, fie .had stayed at the old, stone -built inn twice before, and the food was good and visitors pleasantly friendly, ble tante down from his room for tea. ,There were about a dozen peo- ple itr the lounge. He glanced at thein 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 pian with a broad fact and dark, glossy eyes and a long upper lip, a man in his early thirties, a matt who positively radiated a sort of as- sertive friendliness, He knew him all right. He had stet 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 band, and insisted on being the life and soul of any party, He thought fiercely:;"'Fancy hav- ing to spend Easter with Posstle- thwaite!" Something quite marvellous stop- ped further thought. He had turned his head a little and found hitnseif looking at a girl straight out of the enchanted garden of dreaming im- agination. She had the lissom poise of a jonquil, hair like sable sills, and the features of a humorous Madon- na not long since left school. She was sitting next. tc a woman who was obviously her mother. He thought with exultant rever- euce: "Fancy spending Easter with Merl" and nearly upset his tea. Posstlethwaite glanced around, grinned, and nodded. "Hullo, Cart- mell Going to do a few peaks?' "Hope so, 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 before lunch," said Posstletliwaite. "I do t't suppose we should find oiir way." "l'II act as guide if you like," an- nounced Posstlethwaite, with tre- mendous affability. "Anybody else care to come?" The youngish couple nodded, and several others said "Yes," and the Madonna said: "I'd love to." Barry, could have kicked himself. Why tin earth hadn't he somehow managedto get in first and invited her to explore the fells? After all, lie 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'& 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 knifc-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?" asked 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 hard a childish desire to throw the teapot at him. Not that Posstietltiwate had said anything untrue, But the way he had said Before the evening was out he had learned three things. Her name was Helen Slade. She was on the stage. And site was leaving early on Easter Monday morning, The shock of that last piece of news jolted hint 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: "Theft, for Heaven's sake conte for a walk to- morrow afternoon," but could not quite bolster up enough courage. Instead, he mumbled lamely about thinking of going up Brantfell with the rest of the party in the morning. "That's fine," site said, and there was k tiny, encouraging lilt in her voice that ,lade 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 in then morning he would get her alone by some means and dodge the others, Ten of them, including the little 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 and granite boulders and tangled clumps of old heather. Harry drew Helen aside to point out one of the Herdwiok sheep with its flock marks of a red stripe over the withers and a red spot above the tail. At once Posstle- thwaite's voice boomed out with affable gusto: "Some along there! Can't have any of my party losing themselves. Not fair to the guide." Harry scowled. Helen's *yea twinkled, She looked up at the tilted heights above, with their jagged outlines, and sprawls of scree and pearly, foaming becks, "Isn't it a gorgeous morning?" she said, "It could be if—" Posstlethwaite', loud voice pante echoing back from the rocks, an- swering somebody's question. "What if mist cane down? Don't you worry. I could tackle this traok bliindfolded, A head for height? Yes, I suppose I have, Now, don't get worried about this next bit. It's really quite easy," Where the track carted up a stif- fish slope with a drop to one aide, he stood there encouraging them, and let a hand to Helen. After at hour and a half of steady serambling they came out on the summit 01 Brantfell. To their left was the knife-edge of Black Trod, To their right spread a level surface covered rock -face falling to the aickening with bents and boulders, Posed* thwaite started to point out the dis- tant peaks and valleys and give their sound, and Peter's mother said lid a names. Then they heard a queer quick, shrill voice: "That's Peter(" They swung around. An awful stillness cane 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, j-1 don't; sge how—" Harry stared at that yerti9at pitch, and the space beneath. He flinched, and clenched his bands, and said: "We'll have to have a shot at it, We ,lust, That 'poor kid—" He took a pace forward, and heard Helen's voice speaking calm- ly, "I'11 get hint," Ile thrust out a hand to stop he, but she had already swung her laws over the lip of the slope, and her finger's were finding a hold iu a crack, and her feet were wedging in another below. Desperate, he follow- ed her and the rest of 'them up there Bail Jumper's Wife in Trouble Now — Mrs. Gerhart Eisler, above, has been recommended for deportation to her native Poland by immigration oftl- cials. She was arrested shortly after her husband, America's No. 1 Communist, jumped bail and stowed away on a Polish liner. She will be detained at Ellis Island until case is reviewed. stared down silently with white, slots faces. She had reached Black Trod bo- re he was halfway down the rock - face, What she did next savoured of that abominable edge as if supported by soma Unseen' Power, as if fear the ineredible, She walked along had become meaningless, She picket up ..tlie.ehiid and walked back with hint In her arms, "Hold one of his hands and clitttb ahead, Harry," she paid, and that mention of his name gave him a buoyant confidence, "I'll deal with hie feet." They got the boy back to safety and into his mother's trembling arms, For once, Posstlethwaite was speechless for awhile. At length he managed to stammer in a hushed way: "I don't understand. It was a miracle. It was impossible. How could you have—?" Helen's lips twitched. "It wasn't: so tricky. It's in my ling," He gaped at her, "kut—what d'yoq glean. Surely you're on the stage?" I ail, I shall be doing something like that in the show on Monday," He trade a slight, bewildered ger- tire, "In the show? What in the name of mystery is your line?" "Thank you for what you did," *he 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? I'ttt in a trapeze and wire -walking act." , —Front Tit -Bite„