The Rocky Weekly Advance (Rocky, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 3, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 10, 1906 Page: 3 of 8
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The Reason Why.
Sceptical Old Lady—What do you
eay, the sun doesn’t really rise or set,
but it’s the earth that's moving?
Pooph, I won’t believe It.
Scientific Curate—I can assure you
that it is so.
Sceptical Old Lady—Why. I can dis-
prove that out of the Bible. Didn’t
Joshua command the sun to stand still
while he won his battle?
Scientific Curate—Certainly, but
you don’t read anything about him
telling it to move on again, so it’s
stood still ever since.
Easy to Inspect.
If I were building autos
I think that I’d, instead,
Build them with their seats underneath,
Their works up overhead.
—Houston Post.
THE “OPEN CAR SEASON."
If anyone wants the end seat he can
have it. "I'm no hog.”—N. Y. Her-
ald.
Literary Taste.
Mary read a little Lamb,
And yawned: “The dullest feller
Ever!" Then took her card and drew
The latest six-best-seller.
—Puck.
' Very Conscientious.
Brannigan—What’s the matter, Wll-
lilftn?
Willikin—Matter eiiough. You know
some time ago I assigned all my.prop-
erty to my wife, to—to keep it out of
the hands Of—of people I owe, you
know!
“Yes.”
“Well, she’s taken the money and
gone ofT—says she won’t live with me
because I swindled my creditors.”—
Tit-Bits.
More Effective.
The Doctor—Yes, I understand what
ails you. You can’t sleep. Take this
prescription to the chemist’s. Next
day)—Good morning; you look better
to-day. Have you slept well?
Paterson—Like a top; I feel like a
new man.
“How many sleeping powders did
you take?”
“I didn’t takd any. I gave a couple
of them to the baby.”—Cassell’s Jour-
nal.
Their Pamily-Tree.
“Cousin Abner offended papa terri-
bly while he was here," said the fluffy
girl.
“Oh, indeed? How?” inquired the
trim girl.
“You know papa is so proud of our
family tree, and has it handsomely
framed on the library wall. Well,
Cousin Abner studied it all one after-
noon, under the Impression that it was
a railway map.”—Judge.
The Insecure Season.
The time draws near when no one knows
Just when to shake his winter clothes;
For if you wear ’em you feel bnd,
And if you don’t you wish you had.
—Judge.
A SOLDIER’S OBSERVATION.
She—I think a woman has as much
endurance as a man.
He—Well, I’m certainly surprised
sometimes to see how much some wom-
en can bare.
Rainy Daisies.
Little springtime showers.
Little drops of rain;
Be« tile children's noses
Flattened ’gainst the pans.
Justifiable Pride.
“You seem exceedingly proud of that
brief speech of yours.”
”1 am,” answered the young states-
man. “Tho fact that I got a chance
to deliver it Bbowa I have Influence
with the speaker.”
An Impression.
"What do you think of that ap-
pointment ” asked the statesman.
' "It doesn't seem like an appointment
to me,” answered the disapproving citi-
zen. “It is a disappointment.”—
Washington Ftar.
Why the Light Went Dp.
Many of the houses In South Lon-
don are supplied with gas on the pen-
ny-in-the-slot system.
Soon after the doors of a suburban
theater opened the other evening, a
little girl of about six years of ago
and her elder sister took their seats
in the pit.
The little one had been prattling
away for some time when the foot-
lights were turned up. Upon seeing
the sudden increase of light, she re-
marked loudly to her sister:
“Look, Nellie, they’ve just put an-
other penny in the slot!”—Hoyal Mag-
azine.
A Careful GirL
“I hope, Jennie, that you have given
the matter serious consideration,” said
a lady to a servant girl who had “given
notice” because she was to be married
“that day two weeks.”
“Oh, I have, ma’am.” was the earn-
est reply. “I have been to two fortune
tellers and a clalvoyant, and looked in
a sign book, and dreamt on a lock of
his hair, and been to one of tbo^e as-
trologers, and to a palmist, and they
all say to go ahead, ma’am I ain’t
one to marry reckless like, ma’am.”—
Royal Magazine.
Hope.
“How cherefiil you look this morn-
ing, dear,” said the sick man as his
wife bustled about the room. “You act
as if you thought I were going to get
well.”
“Ah, dearest,” she answered, turning
to press her lips upon his brow, “hope
has returned to me. The surgeon who
was to perform the operation fell last
night and broke his arm.”—Chicago
Record-Herald.
Didn’t Suit.
Mother—Well, did you get that situ-
ation as office boy?
Little Son—Nope.
“What was the matter?"
“Don’t know. The gent is a lawyer,
and he asked me if I was a good
whistler and I teld him I was the best
whistler on our street, and he said 1
wouldn't do. Guess he must want a
reg’lar professional.”—N. Y. Weekly.
Fuel.
A lot of Indignation
Might be held within control.
If burning Indignation
Could take the place of coal.
—Washington Star.
HIS FIRST GRAND OPERA.
Josh Backwoods—Now, what’s up?
Be they yellin’ fire?
His Son—No. They’re singing a
duct entitled “The Gentle Voice of
Love.”—Leslie’s Weekly.
The Inevitable,
I have the very worst of luck,
There’s not a doubt of this, In fine—
A sprinkling cart is sure to pass
When e’er I have a brand new shine.
—Milwaukee Sentinel.
Quite Correct.
“I’m going to celebrate my wouldn’t
wedding to-morrow,” remarked the
commercial traveler.
"You mean your wooden wedding,
don’t you?” said the merchant.
"No, I mean just what I said,” was
the reply. “It will be exactly five
years to-morrow since I asked a girl in
Brighton to marry me, and she said
she wouldn’t.”—Cassell’s Journal.
Just the Opposite.
Celia—Clarice didn’t hesitate to give
his age as her reason for refusing that
old millionaire.
Della—Told him to his face he was
too old, eh?
“Not at all. He promised to love and
cherish her till death, and told
him he was too young.”—Cassell's
Journal.
Mother Goose in Jest.
The cow was Jumping over the
moon.
“Oh, prunes!" exclaimed the little
dog, when he had finished laughing.
“I bet some one tooted an automobile
behind her."
And the cat was so tickled he stop-
ped playing the fiddle.—Chicago Dally
News.
Decision Approved.
”1 see tnai trials by phones have
been pronounced illegal.”
"Glad of it. I’ve been severely tried
by mine.”—Philadelphia Ledger.
As Explained.
Prospective Purchaser—You say this
is a healthy place, yet the man next
door is confined to his bed. How do
you account for that?
House Agent—Oh, he’s a doctor, and
is slowly dying of starvation.—Cas-
sell’s Journal.
An Dnsolsntiflo Explanation.
"Why does a human being laugh?"
inquired the naturalist.
“Usually," answered the man with
the weary air, ‘ to avoid offending a
friend."—Washington Star.
EXPERIMENTS WITH EGGS.
Some Things You Can Do Which Will
Entertain and Mystify Your
'"■* Friends.
Anything that has to do with eggs
will he interesting to boys and girls.
Take two eggs of the same size, one
raw, the other boiled. Place around
each of them, lengthwise, a stout rub-
ber band so that It firmly grasps the
egg. Fasten a piece of string to each
egg by means of the rubber band and
suspend both eggs from the chandellet
by the strings.
Twist both strings to the same de-
gree and then let them go. The eggs
will spin around as the string un-
twines, but suddenly one of the eggs
will stop turning, while the otnei
twirls and twirls, still untwining the
string. The uncooked egg stops be-
cause its contents are liquid, and not
fastened to the shell of that egg that
is set in motion by tho untwining
string. The friction of the moving
mass Inside soon stops it.
In the next experiment the same two
eggs are to be used. Put two plates
before you, and on each one set an egg
spinning on its side. The hard-boiled 1
egg will spin easily and stop easily; '
but the raw egg will be harder to '
spin, and when it has been set in mo- |
tion it will not so readily stop. Even
if you stop it for a moment, by plac-
ing the palm of your hand on it, It
will start spinning again when you
remove your hand.
The reason of this is just the re-
verse of tho conditions in the first ex-
periment, for the liquid part of the
egg is set to spinning, and when you
stop the egg, it is only the shell that
you stop, the contents continuing to
move; and when you let the egg go,
<^S«sXs)®SXi>S^
THE TRICK WITH BRINE WATER.
the revolving mass inside starts the
shell going round again,even if stopped
for several seconds.
If you make a strong brine of salt
and water you will find that a fresh
egg will float in it, says the People’s
Home Journal. Now try it in pure
water; and the egg will sink. Leave*
the egg at the bottom of the vessel
containing pure water and get a glass
funnel that will reach to the same
bottom. Pour the brine through the
tunnel and the pure water and the
egg will rise together, floating on the
brine. When the vessel is full you
will find the egg suspended in the mid-
dle, half in brine, half in the upper
layer of pure water.
The next trick is with a hard-boiled'
egg. Shell the egg and have ready a
wide-mouthed water bottle, with its
neck a little smaller than the egg.
Into the bottle throw a piece of burn-
|ig paper, and after a moment, place
fhe egg, end down, in the mouth of the
bottle. The air in the bottle becomes
so rarllled that the pressure of the
outside air on the egg forces it into
the bottle.
And now we offer a pretty little
trick that needs some "luck” to make
it successful. Take two egg cups such
as are used to put an egg in when it
is eaten from the shell. Place one
cup on tho table directly in front of
you and put the egg in it. The other
cup you place Just beyond the first.
Now, it you will blow suddenly and
sharply on the egg, just where it
touches the cup directly in front of
you, with luck, as we have said, your
breath will lift It over into the other
cup.
Now for a wonderful, but Rlroy*:-,
trick that has puzzled wise men for
generations. You have heard how Co-
lumbus puzzled his men by saying that
he could make an egg stand on end,
and then did it by gently cracking one
end of tho shell so that it made a flat-
tened surface. But if he had known
this trick, he could have accomplished
that feat without cracking the shell,
as you may do, to the surprise, per-
haps, of all who see you.
The yolk of an egg, you know, is in-
closed In a thin membrane that keep*
it separate from tho white. Now, II
you give the egg a sharp shake, and
break this membrane, the yolk, which
Is heavy, will fall to the end when
you try to make the egg stand up, and
Its weight will be sufficient to keep was running, snow disappearing; tho
I A Monopoly 1
of Mules
I By E. F. STEARNS.
S> Author of "The Girl from Jenson's”
g) "The Super tiud the Siiois," Etc.
2)
fej
(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
Hard-headed, iron-gray Abner Green,
foreman of the Greer-Merrill Machine
company’s smaller finishing room,
scowled at the landscape.
His heart was as sore as the heart
of man may he, for the hope of 20 good
years was gone now; the under super-
intendency of the works, so long his
goal and so well merited, had been va-
cant at. last—and had not been tilled
by him, as had been expected. “Pull,”
pure and simple, had brought young
Burgess from the east and given him
the place, and there he was, settled
and self-satisfied.
Ho was startled by the voice of the
youngesr apprentice.
“G-een! Barker wants you! ” Bar-
ker was the superintendent.
Barker did not appear inordinately
sweet that day;
“Let’s see. Your room Is working on
the smaller parts of the machines for
Champlln Mills. Yes. Green, that or-
der must start on the first week In
April, not three weeks from now!”
"We’ll come near making it.”
“Hang it! ‘Near’ won’t do any
good! We’ve got to make it! Why,
Green, that contract is worth a million
to Greer-Merrill—it’s one of the big-
gest privnte orders of machinery on
record! We’ve guaranteed to set up
their plant and have it running on the
first of May—that means that every
blessed piece must be out of here be-
fore the sixth of next month. If we
slip up—” Barker paused impresslve-
ly’’it means a penalty of fifteen hun-
dred dollars for every day of delay!”
The foreman of the finishing room
returned to his domain and transmit-
ted orders.
Days passed rapidly after that—days
of pell-mell, scurrying work.
On a certain Friday, however—the
Friday before the week of the Cham-
plin Mills shipment—the foreman’s de-
partment oame momentarily to a
standstill, pending the arrival of rough
pieces from the foundry. An hour
would have to elapse and Abner struck
off for a walk.
Off to the right some half-dozen
1 paces, Little Feather creek rippled
noisily downhill, muddy and exultant
in its new release from the ice prison.
Yes, hardly half a dozen paces from
the track and the snow-shed!
And slowly a great conviction came
to Abner Green. A mighty thaw was
under way, and—the Chicago engineers
who constructed that spur of railroad
had overlooked something.
It seemed incredible, and yet was
not, for they had takep the only path
for the road possible without endless
expensive grading; and still—Abner
slapped his thigh.
"It’s as sarbln as the crack o’ doom!
he informed the rocks above.
Shortly past seven that evening,
when Casey’s engine ran down to
Broadbury to hook up the first empty
car, Abner rode in the cab. From
there his actions are hazy.
It is said that he went directly to
Raymond, president of Broadbury’s lit-
tle bank, and requested the cashin™ of
a check which would practicaHy wipe
out hi3 savings; that Raymond oblig-
ingly opened the institution, the same
being on the ground floor of his resi-
dence, and complied; that Green
emerged later with some one thousand
dollurs in small bills.
Whatever truth may be in the above,
one tact stands out with beautiful cer-
tainty; at dawn next morning a herd
of 40 sturdy mules wended their way
by the back road to the hillside home
of Abner Green, led by that person
himself and trailed by a sleepy, won-
dering Broadbury boy.
The colony of workers below was not
within an hour of being astir. Mules
were tethered in.the barn, in danger-
ous proximity; mules were jammed
unfeelingly Into the toolshed, mules
were tied In the patch of woods behind
the house—good mules and bad mules,
plump mules and bony mules, mules
that had been bought for next to noth-
ing and mules that had seemed much
too dear. But there they were, and
the countryside from Broadbury to
Greorvllle was reasonably free from
superfluous mules.
Barker kept them hard at It until
midnight Saturday, and with the first
hour of Sunday came the blessed cer-
tainty that the Champlln Mills order
could start on time.
That morning on every hand water
it in that position without any outside
aid
WHY, JOHNNIE!
Now hero Ih angry Johnnie.
He's thrown his pipe uwny,
Because he blew some hubbies,
And found they wouldn't stay.
—Tlntrolt Fnm l’rosa.
ground was an ooze; Little Feather’s
chatter had swelled to a faint roar.
Through the afternoon the shippers
pulled and tugged; the string of cars
was loaded at last, und the machinery
of the first lot had been settled for Its
eastward ride. Twilight came and a
warm drizzle of rain set In.
Toward eight o'clock, Casey and his
fireman pulled out slowly, and a long
sigh of relief rose. The day’s work was
done; the men began to scatter.
Thun, nbruptly, there canto from tho
west a dull booming, a heavy subdued
noise, as of muffled thunder.
Barker hurried into the works and
through to the opposite side. He
opened a window and thrust his head
out into the rain, seeking to penotrate
the darkness toward the brook; he
could see nothing; but very distinctly,
very unmistakably, through the gloom
came to his oars tho gathering, clam-
oring roar of a record-breaking fresh-
et!
Would It get to the trades? Barker
bit his lips. Pshuw! It couldn’t! He
understood little of railroading, nnd
It did seem risky, having the rails so
near the brook; and they had squeezed
j every penny that went into the road.
But the engineers must have known
their business; the tracks were safe
■ enough.
And then came his answer, emphatic
and final. Out in the yards, rising
i faintly al**ve the voice of Little Feath-
er, Ptartled shouts were uudible, the
heavy jiulhng of a locomotive, a thud,
a scream of escaping steam. Casey
left by one door, his fireman by the
other. Another roar, as water fo'<nd
the llre-box, n great crashing splash—
then iHence. The rails had spread, and
the road was effectually out of com-
mission now.
Engineers came at dawn. The driz-
zle of the night had settled to a steady,
soaking downpour when their buck-
board drew up beside tho Greer-Merrill
works.
They went with Barker and looked
over the disaster. A quarter-mile or
more had Llttlo Feather taken to the
tracks; it whirled along cheerily, the
irons boot-deep below the surface.
They prodded at the submerged rails
and entiled dryly.
The private spur was a wreck!
Could they repair it immediately? In
a week, perhaps, or a month.
Tho proposition was absolutely, ut-
terly unfeasible; the fact that Greer-
Merrill’s shipments positively must go
out did not alter that.a particle. The
very best one could hope for was some
spot down the line, where a temporary
platform could be knocked together
and cars run in from Broadbury to
take aboard the Champlln Mills ma-
chinery.
They found that spot five miles be-
low the works, and Barker, with a
sigh, half relief, half anger, accepted
the situation. It meant at least a
day’s delay, for he would have to drag
out the discarded trucks and beg, buy,
borrow or steal mules to haul them—
which meant more expense.
Naturally, he came face to face with
the mule problem. Barker sent for half
a dozen of his minor executives and
Instructed them to sally forth and
gather such mules and work horses—
pare things in that locality—as mlglt
be obtained, on any terms.
One of the six was Abner Green, and
as they filed out Barker detained him.
"Er—Green." The superintendent
snapped his fingers impatiently. “See
here, somebody or other said that
you've got two or three mules.”
"Few.”
"All right. We want to hire ’em.
How many are there?”
Abner braced himself.
“Sixty-one, sir.”
"Hey? How many, Green?” Bar-
ker’s chair whirled about.
“Sixty-one.”
”Slxty-one mules?"
“Yes, sir.”
“Six—” Barker stopped and shrugged
his shoulders. “Well, it’s rather a
happy chance, Green, although I didn’t
know you ha-1 gone in for mule
ranching. How much do you want to
hire them out by the day?”
"I—I ain’t anxious to hire ’em, Mr.
Barker. They're for sale."
"For sale, eh? Well—how much for
the lot, then?"
"Three thousand dollars."
“What!"
“Three thousand dollars, sir.”
“You want too much altogether,
Green.” Barker stiffened. “We don’t
need them. That’s all.”
Abner departed. The seekers of
mules were already gone. The day
Wore onward rapidly—the first of those
fifteen hundred dollar days.
At eventide the five returned—five
men, tnree mules and an anaemic horse.
They had scoiuod Broadbury; they
had descended upon Rod Eagle; they
had searched the country in between.
It was rather a staggerer for Bar-
ker. Doubtless there were more mules
in tho state. But the price seemed to
be racing along with the demand, and
GO or 70 mules would total a tremen-
dous figure. Meanwhile, the fifteen
hundred per day—
Barker choked down his feelings
and sent for Green, who was working
in the finishing room.
“I find that it is going to take a good
deal of time to buy the mules we
need, Green. We have decided to take
yours.”
“But you know,” said Abner, “mules
have riz since mornin’.”
“Eh?”
“You can have ’em for five thousand,
sir.”
Barker was on his feet. Dull purple
surged Into his cheek3. Infrequent as
such an occurrence was, the general
superintendent was losing his temper.
Green, you go to the devil!” Bhout-
ed the other. "1 won’t be bled, and I
won’t allow this firm to bo bled, by
nny -uch trick of an employe us that!
Get nut of here!”
Abner trudged homeward through
the rain, serene and elated.
Barker had been wiring details In-
termittently to the home office. A
message from theru overtook Merrill
himself In his parlor car, as he sped
westward on a little unannounced visit
to Greervllle/to superintend in person
the monster Champlln MIIIb delivery.
He arrived at two o’clock on Tues-
day morning and listened silently tp
Barker’s full report. He took pencil
and paper and figured for some 15 min-
utes. Arrived it a result, he looked up
and said dryly:
“Send for this man Green, Barker.”
The foreman returned with the mes-
senger.
Merrill lookod him over quizzically,
“What is the current quotation on
your mules, Mr. Green?” he UMulred.
A liner glanced fllttlngly arBarker.
“Six thousand dollars, sir."
Merrill turned imperturbably to the
superintendent.
“Got that much banked at Broad-
bury?”
“Not a hundred dollars more, cer-
tainly.”
"Give Mr. Green his check. And send
somebody up for the mules, Barker.”
A HOME-MADE BROODER.
Description of the Device Recom-
mended by the Agricultural
Department.
As a general rule it Is best to buy
such articles as brooders from men
who manufacture them and guarantee
them to work. In making such con-
trivances yourself you run your own
risk; but many have succeeded with
home-made brooders, and for the ben-
efit of those who wish to try, wo
quote the following, condensed, from
Farmers’ Bulletin Nc. 237, of the
United States department of agricul-
ture.
For about a dollar, those who pre-
fer the artificial method of raising
chicks can make a brooder out of an
HOME-MADE BROODER.
old packing case, which will accom-
modate 50 chicks. The details of the
construction are shown in the illus-
trations. The lower section of Fig. 2,
where the lamp for heating is placed,
is a box three feet square, made of
ten-inch boards, and covered with tin
or galvanized iron. Above this cover,
around the edges of the lamp box,
one-inch strips are nailed. Two one-
inch holes are bored through these
strips on each Bide of the box for the
SECTIONAL VIEW OF BROODER.
purpose of ventilation. A floor of
matched boards is laid on the strips.
A hole eight Inches in diameter is cut
In the center of this floor and over it
Is reversed an old (tin pan, ten Inches
In diameter, the sides of the pan be-
ing punched full of holes to allow
free circulation of heat. Over this Is
placed a table two feet six Inches
square, with legs 4Vi Inches high.
Around the sides of this tabic is
tacked a curtain of felt cut from top
to bottom at fhtervals of nve or six
Inches to allow the chicks to pass in
and out at will, the whole being sur-
rounded by boards four inches high
and three feet long nailed together at
the corners and resting on the floor of
the brooder. When the chicks are
ten days old one of these boards may
be taken away and a bridge used so
that the chicks may run from the
hover to the floor of the room. (See
Fig 1.)
AN IDEA IN HEN HOUSES.
Plan of Nests Which Will Prove Con-
venient Both for Laying and
Setting Hens.
I have a good and simple way of
making hens’ nests which I will give
to othere, says a writer In Prairie
Farmer. My way Is to take boards
six Inches wide and 12 feet long and
have them sawed up Into 12-Inch
lengths. One board will make three
nests 12 Inches square. Some thin
boards can be used for the bottom.
Now make a platform three feet wide
acrose a portion of the house at the
desired height from the floor. Place
the nests on this in an even row close
-together at the edge of the platform
next to the roostB. Now make a par-
tition of woven wire or boards from
the top of the nests, and middle of
platform, to the roof of the house.
When a hen wants to. set, and you have
no use for her for that purpose, she
can be placed on the other side of the
partition and be inclosed by the back
of the nests and the wire netting
where she will be eway from the lay-
ing hens. Nests .usje in this man-
ner can be easily cleaned and freed
from Insects.
Weeds in the Corn.
I find It Is a difficult matter to keep
the weeds down, especially In the corn
field, writes C. C. Gibson, of Morgan
county, 111., to Farmers’ Review. I do
it by careful cultivation and having
only about 20 acres to a man and team.
1 have neither the morning glory or
bind weed to trouble me. I am not
troubled with any kind of weeds in my
small grain except when I get a poor
stand of grain. Then weeds of different
kinds take the place of the grain. The
kind of weed making the most trouble
in our vicinity is a grass known as fox
tali. We do not find the state law as
to obnoxious weed at all effective.
STOCK NOTES.
Pigs from young and immature
sows are likely to be weak. Do not
be afraid to use an old boar or an old
sow.
Before the well-known hame-staple
breaks, you had better replace It with
a new one, or It may cause you to
lose a halt day In a busy time.
Unless a man has some love for
cows, and some idea of what to do for
their comfort, be will never make a D
success of dairying.—Farm Journal.
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The Rocky Weekly Advance (Rocky, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 3, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 10, 1906, newspaper, May 10, 1906; Rocky, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc937559/m1/3/?q=War+of+the+Rebellion.: accessed June 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.