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Did you got one of Swita A Co's. fans? Carl Forabeck came Saturday evening to visit home folks.

Dan Corbin and wife came to Mr. Markley's Saturday evening. Tommy Signall did the draying for Mr. Jensen Friday afternoon.

Mrs, Spilker went as far as Carroll Saturday morning with Mrs. Sam Fisher.

U. D. McLachlin of Omaha came Sunday afternoon lor a visit with home folks.

Mr. McMullen'a brother and cousin came the last ot the week and made tliem a visit.

Mrs. McGinnis and Miss Ada Kittell of Audubon came up to attend Mre. McLaughlin's funeral.

Fred Meich and wife come with team and wagon and helped Mr. Peery unload a car of coal Saturday.

A number of the neighbors of the McLaughlin hoys went in last Saturday and helped them plow their corn.

Boss Higgins was called to Grinnell Friday on account of the sickness ot his wife and daughter, who were visiting there.

Mr. Coppersmith bought out a large millinery stock in Manning last week and has it in the Liken bnilding next to the bank.

Moody Kramer and sister returned to their home in Spirit Lake, Saturday morning after attending the funeral of Mrs. McLaughlin.

Lucile Spilker came home from Dab Moines Saturday evening and Yere from Chicago Sunday afternoon to spend the 4th with home folks.

Mrs. Margaret Wilson returned home Wednesday of last week. She went up to Manning Friday evening to spend a dav with her son and family.

Sam'l Fisher and wife of Odebolt came Friday morning to attend Mrs. McLaughlin's funeral. He returned Friday evening and she Saturday morning.

The Greeks that have bsen working on the section here for sometime left Thursday morning for. Woodbine, where there is a number of their countrymen working.

Resolutions Of Respect

Canterbury Bell Rebekah Lodge No. 506, Gray, Iowa. Whereas, in accordance with Divine plan, it pleased the Allwiee Ruler of ihe Universe to ramove from our midst on June 27, 1911, by death our beloved slater, Cora McLaughlin.

Whereas, in her death we recognize the loss of a true and worthy member of our Lodge, the husband a loving companion and the children a devoted and loving mother, be it therefore resolved, Canterbury Bell Rebekah Lodge No. 506 extend to the sorrowing ones the sympathy that comes from the heart in this dark hour of triai, aud that we, her sisters, aB we mourn her loss, shall not neglect the acts of Friendship and the wordB of Love and Comfort to cbeer her loved ones in sadness and grief.

Be it further Resolved, that the charter of our lodge be draped in mourning for thirty days, and that this tribute of love to her memory be spread on the records of this lodge, and a copy of the same be presented to the bereaved family of our departed sister, also published in the Manning Monitor, Audubon Advocate and Exira Journal. "Oh what is death? tie a fleeting thing

A simple blessed change, 'Tis rending a chain that the soul may gain,

A higtiiir and broader range. Unbounded space is itsdwelllng place, Where no human foot hath trod, But everywhere doth It feel the care,

And the changeless love of God." 4'- YHTLE COltNER Lillian Farrkll|

Committee

Eva Beeks

Honest riediclnes Versus Fakes President Taft's recent message suggesting an amendment to the Pure Focd and Drugs law in its relation to Prepared Medicines, does not refer to such standard medicinesas Foley's Honey & Tar Compound and Foley Kidney Pills, both of which are true medicines carefully compounded of ingredients whose medicinal qualities are recognized by the medical profession itsplf as the best known remedial agents for the diseases they are intended to counteract. For over tnree decades Foley's Honey and Tar Compound has been a standard re medy for coughs, colds and atreclions of the throat, chest and lungs for child ren and for grown persons, and it retains today its pre-eminence above all other preparations of its kind Foley Kidney PHls are equally effective and meritorious. For sale by all druggists.

AUDUBON TWP.

Charles Faga lost a fine colt Friday morning Mrs Elmer Boehme was on the sick list a few days last week.

Clarence Tibben purchased a new top buggy, oiily room for two. Miss 1(1% Faga left "Wednesday for Minnesota for a visit with relatives.

Chris lleckman Jr. and family visitel at the Chris Heckman Sr. home Sunday.

Frank Thielen and Carl lleckman and sisters visited at the Mrs. Coll home Sunday.

Herman Haminann, wife and daughter visited at the Lou Bauer home Sunday.

C'yde, Elmer and Charles lioehme and families visited at the Joe Wheeler home Sunday.

Divid Duller was a visitor at the Jake Engle home in Exira from Friday until Tuesday.

George and Adam Ernest and Emil Krause visited with their friend, Oscar Wedemeyer Sunday.

Mrs. Sam Benton and Mrs. Clyde Boehme a»d children visited at the Henry Stevenson home Tuesday.

Tom Farrell who has been sick for several weeks, died at the home of his brother, Chris Friday noon.

Heckman's young folks and Mrs. Thielen and family visited at the Mrs. Schwarting home Friday evening.

Herman Heckman and family, Charles Faga and family and Fred Krumn and family visited at the Mrs. Sc'iwarting home Sunday.

George Eagan has been on the sick list. i" John Stewart spent Sunday at James Egans.

Blanche Loyd spent Sunday at Iiermie Hukill's. Sam Duller hss been helping John Blabe put up hay.

Miles Gardner marketed hogs in "Hamlin Saturday. Sammie Dutler spent Sunday afternoon at Al Pindell's.

Lou Moore and family spent Sunday at George Eagan's. Kathryn Duller was a Sunday caller at Tom Campbell's.

August Dutler spent Sunday afternoon with Allen Ditto. Ray Moon and brother were Sunday visitors at Sam Dutler's.

Art Cameron and family visited at the Al Pindell home Sunday. Hermie Hukill and family spent Sunday with James Goodwill.

Ben Moore and grand-daughter, E hel went to Marshalltown last Saturday to spend a week or s:.

Orn Colee's gave a barn dance last Saturday night. A fine time was reported by all present.

HARD, HARD, HARD.

Olarence—They say that you should not put a $5 hat on a 6-cent head. Percy—Well, It's easier to mark down the hat than to mark up the head.

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Egg shows in Iowa have been about as scarce as flying machines. The possibilities of their coming have not been talked of in glaring headlines by the daily press. When they do arrive the excitement they will create will be so small a fraction of that already aroused by the few fancy flights we have read of, that it will be hardly noticed. In the easy money they will bring the farmers they will be as far ahead as the flying machine will be in excitement.

Egg Shows Would Help Producers.

In 1905 there were 80,000,000 dozen eggs produced in Iowa. These were sold for $11,000,000. The average price per dozen was approximately 1&% cents.

It has been definitely determined that 17 per cent, of the eggs marketed are lost because of detrimental changes. For Iowa this would mean a loss of over 13,500,000 dozen eggs, worth $1,870,000.

The causes of the 17 per cent, loss are as follows: Per Cent.

There is not an item in the list that may not be largely controlled by the producer. Dirties are the result of slack methods and dirty yards and nests. Breakage comes from careless packing. Chick development and rots come from failing to remove the male bird after the breeding season, coupled with the failure to keep the eggs in a temperature of less than 65 degrees F. Shrunken eggs result from failure to market the eggs often and the temptation to hold for a rise in price. Moldy eggs are caused by keeping the eggs in a moist place. Eggs, like milk, will absorb odors and bad flavor results.

POSSIBILITIES OF EGG SHOWS IN IOWA

Wo ild Mean More Money for Eggs, Better Eggs, New Methods, Greater Consumption and an Impetus to the Poultry Business All Along the Line.

By W. A. LIPPINCOTT, Iowa State College.

Dirties 2 Breakage 2 Chick development 6- -v. Shrunken eggs 6 Rots 2H Moldy and bad flavored ,4

Total 17

What is needed is education. It takes familiarity with proper methods of production, handling and marketing to place a perfect egg on the table of the consumer. Where can the general farmer get that Information now? Where could he get it better than at a properly conducted egg show? Poor Eggs Bring Poor Prices and Injure the Trade.

When an egg of poor quality reaches the table of the consumer It naturally creates a feeling of extreme disgust. Nothing is more appetizing than a well prepared egg of the best quality. Nothing is more exasperating than a poor egg. It spoils the whole meal. Now, toward whom Is disgust and exasperation aimed? If it is in a hotel, the management is more or less silently cussed. If it is at home the cook comes in for her share, and possibly there are few mutterings about cold storage. But that is not ail The person who gets a taste of a poor egg does not care to have eggs for breakfast again until he has had time to forget his disappointment. In the meantime the egg trade suffers. There is less demand for eggs and there is a corresponding tendency to low prices

The orange growers of California recognized this fact when they invited 40 representative growers from Florida to come to California and study proper marketing methods. They paid the traveling expenses of these 40 growers because they said thaf every time any one ate a poor orange from Florida they didn't want any oranges for a while. An orange was an orange to them, whether it came from Florida or California, and the orange trade as a whole was injured by just so much.

Consumers Need Education.

People of wealth, east and west, are In the habit of buying whatever suits their fancy regardless of cost. In the east premiums above the highest market price are paid for eggs that besides being of the best quality are large, uniform in size, even in color and perfectly clean, In New York a premium is paid for white eggs. One of the reasons given is that the shells are not so tough and the eggs are more conveniently handled. In Boston the brown egg is preferred and paid for. They say that a brown egg has a richer flavor. San Francisco also prefers a brown egg. The wellto-do people of Iowa take any kind of an egg that Is shoved at them if it tastes all right. This is not because they have never been shown. Their good taste is as keen as any New Yorkers.

When once they see how

attractive a breakfast

table looks when the eggs are all the same size, type and color, they are goI lng

be as keen as any one

The Layer Spotted.

that are really tip top. Where can they be shown more conclusively than at an egg show? Bring Producer and Consumer Together.

There is necessity of education on both sides. The farmer fails to produce eggs of first quality for two reasons. In the first place he doesn't know how. But more important still he thinks there is no demaad for a better product. The consumer, on the other hand, takec the eggs that are given him because he In turn doesn't know any better. He Isn't aware that there is anything better to be had. There is the greatest need of the producer and consumer getting acquainted and finding out what the other wants and has. Where could this be done more quickly and easily than at egg shows? Not a single big show, but many smaller ones throughout the state.

Competition Keen.

The present competition between the breeds and varieties of chickens Is largely confined to the fancy points, as beauty of marking or elegance of type and carriage. In the Saturday Evening Post recently I noticed an advertisement by the Holsteln-Freisian association setting forth the merits of Holstein cows. There was nothing said about their size or color markings. Instead the emphasis was put upon the fact that the fat globules in Holstein milk are much smaller than those found in the milk of other breeds and are therefore more easily digested. I turned over a page and there was an advertisement of the American Guernsey (Jattle club. They had nothing to say about the beautiful fawn color or the attractive type of the Guernsey cow. Instead they were harping on the fact that the butter from Guernsey is so highly colored that no artificial coloring matter Is needed as in the case of other breeds. In both cases utility points "were emphasized. This does not injure the cow for showyard purposes. It does bring before the public the things they are Interested in.

Every breed of chickens lays eggs, that are peculiarly and characteristically its own. Some are white, some light and some dark brown. Some are more even in color than others, some are larger, some are more uniform in shape, some have shells that are too delicate, some too tough, some just right, some have lots of bloom, some are shiny, some are rough and freckled and some are smooth and even. These are the things the great American public is anxious to know. They care little about the type or color or the prizes the hen that laid the eggs may have won. It's the egg itself they are interested In. Stimulate the demand for the product of any breed and the demand for the breed will take care of itself. When this fact is realized by the breeders and these facts are really put before the public there will be an improvement of the breeds, and increase in business and a healthy competition between breeders that has hardly been dreamed of.

Show Should Show.

The premium list of a first-class egg show should include classes for all breeds and varieties of poultry whose eggs are sold upon the open market. Besides there should be classes for white eggs, dark brown, light brown, duck, goose, turkey eggs, etc These classes should be judged according to their weight, shape, uniformity of size, shape and color, shell texture, and condition and quality. The last named should be valued at at least 40 In a scale of 100. It is the quality that holds the trade.

By way of adding interest special prizes might be offered for the largest turkey egg. the smallest hen egg, the smallest egg of any bird, etc. Then there should be prizes for the best displays, showing methods of production, packing, shipping and marketing. Displays of dressed poultry could be made and eventually classes for the different breeds put in the premium list. New ways ot dresSing and drawing as well as boning birds should have a place, and a picking contest would add interest. Exhibits of shipping crates, poultry boxes, laying houses, egg cartons, shipping refrigerators for fancy trade, the market grades of eggs, and egg crate machines would be of interest and great educational value.

Egg shows in Iowa would mean more money for eggs, better eggs, new methods, greater consumption, more people in the poultry business and an impeti" M-f u|ry business all alon^ ,•

Her

Post- Graduate Course

Carbon Hill was proud of Betty Lonsdale. Old-timers could remember when she was a freckle-faced, pigtailed tomboy, running about with the rest of the Lonsdale brood, but that was before Mrs. Carberry-Cranston took the child to the city and after many years returned her as a shining example of scientific education.

Along with the assimilation of scientific education Betty had lost her freckles and her pigtails. The former had been replaced by a peaches-andcream complexion the latter by an elaborate coiffure that was the envy of the more simple women folk who had absorbed the simple rudiments in the district school aud then had married and settled down to raise more scholars for the same schools.

Mrs. Carberry-Cranston was a faddist whose peculiar bent was the advocacy of the higher education for what she was pleased to term the "lower classes." It was her theory that as the Indian bureau educated a few bucks and squaws as examples to the rest of their tribe, so might the woman's rights millennium be brought about through the liberal education of young women from the smaller towns. Cyrus Lonsdale had been willing enough to lend one of his numerous progeny to the experiment in consideration of the payment of all her expenses, and so Betty had been taken away a hoyden and returned a fashionable young person.

Martin Staats scowled as he first caught sight of her. In the olden days they had planned to be married when they should be grown up. Martin had plodded along in his quiet way, regarding himself as still engaged to the girl whom he fondly remembered. When he saw the change that the cities had wrought he groaned to himself in despair, and yet, with his inherent persistence, he broached the subject at the earliest opportunity. "I s"pose I'll have to be getting the ring now," he said. "I guess you remember that you was engaged to me before you went away to be polished

"Have you not forgotten that boy and girl romance?" she asked with an elaborate assumption of superiority that, to the man at least, masked the yearning that lay beneath, for despite her education and her superficial polish, Betty was still a tomboy at heart and even now she longed for one of those long, delightful rambles through field and wood that she and Martin used to take together. "I can't forget," said Martin, simply. "I was hoping that you remembered, too." "J do remember," conceded Betty, "but I also remember my mission. You must realize that this education was given me that I might be of use in the community. It would be unfair to my benefactress to settle down to married life and sink my Individuality beneath yours." "What's the use of knowing how far the moon and sun are from us and who lives in Africa, if you have to live an old maid?" scoffed Martin. "There's Ruth and Theresa and Minnie. They all married, and married well, because they learned how to be good housekeepers. Your ma's a famous cook and she taught the other girls. It's better know how to make good bread than to know the sort of stuff your head has been filled with." "That's where you mistake," cried Betty, quickly. "Even in the kitchen education makes me better fitted to meet the problems of life. I know, for instance, the chemistry of breadmakIng, the relative nutritive value of the various meats and vegetables. The science of housekeeping is one of the most interesting studies. Mrs. Carberry-Cranston has particularly impressed upon me the importance of communicating to others these important facts."

What Martin said about Mrs. Carberry-Cranston and her ideas does not require repetition here.

But if Betty found learning a satisfactory substitute for love she did not show it in her manner. People regarded her with the awe that her erudition, deserved, but she was conscious that beneath the awe was a good-natured contempt for some of her theories. Martin she saw not at all after that first meeting.

Then came a summons to her mother from one of the married daughters and Betty was left to keep house for a week. Her father was away on a business trip and she was left alone in the big house. Her science of housekeeping did not materially aid her In her cooking. There was small comfort of knowing the chemistry of breadmaking when the product was sodden and uneatable and her knowledge of food values did not aid her to transform the most nutritious food Into the most appetizing. Before the end of the week she was hungry, dyspeptic and utterly worn out.

Martin found her weeping in the kitchen and took her in his great, Btrong arms to comfort her. "Mother thought perhaps you'd like to come over to supper for company's sake," he said when at last the tears had subsided. "She didn't know it was as bad as this, though. I guess, dear, that perhaps your scientific cookery needs a little practical experiment. Are you ready to try it, dear, In a home of your own—of our own?"

Betty smiled through her tears. "If you are willing to let me try," 'ho said, meekly. "It seems to me that in spite of theories domestic science is not of much use without a post-graduate course In matrimony."

Suppos itiouslyi Propounded

.Tack Edwards was called "the Jap"' by his fellow bank clerks because of if his raven-black hair, small, dark eyes and swarthy complexion. Coming from lunch, one summer day, he step- .1 ped gingerly across the dusty cobblestones, dodged a ponderous electric truck, was warned off the street car track by the clanging of a gong, made a detour to pass a stationary automobile, pulled open a brass-bound, beveled glass door and mounted the flight of steps that led to the main iloor of the bank. On reaching his department Edwards, sauntered to his desk. "Hello, bunch," he called, in lifeless $ tones to several young men who were grouped around an adding machine |i

Tommy Betts, the diminutiM: head of the department, glanced up witn an expression on his face that was a I caricature of wrath and called across the intervening desks, stools and baskets. "Why don't you go to bed nights,.

Edwards? Your mistakes are balling up the work of the entire department," exploded Tommy. "Come around here and take a squint at line 13. It don't. balance by a mile."

Edwards glanced across the sheet and made a mental calculation. "I guess I was asleep at the switch, fellows," he said, and smiled sweetly. "Leave the statement with me," he urged. "I'll fix it. I say, one minute. Tommy," he called, as the department head drifted off with the others. "I'd like to ask you a question. Do you think if a fellow getting only $60 a month got married that he and the ft girl could get along all right?" "Of course, it depends a good deal on the fellow and the girl. You couldn't wear $35 tailor-made suits and patent-leather shoes as you do now. If the girl's sensible, there's no reason why you shouldn't get along all right. A number of the fellows I know were married on less than $60, and they're getting along fine." "You don't say so," Jack murmured' Jubilantly.

Miss Mabel Marsh ran a comptometer and was an important cog in the machine that ground out the work of the bank. The young clerks vowed her end of the room a delightful place to work and the little bell boys who sat on the polished benches downstairs and jumped to answer the call of the officers openly adored her. "Say, Belle, what kind of a question do you suppose the Jap asked me a few minutes ago?" inquired Tommy, as he fingered a long, white paper tape crowded with figures. "How should I know? Why don't you tell me?" "He wanted to know if I thought a young man could support a wife otf-'-t $60 a month." "What'd you say to him?" "That I thought it depended a great deal on the young couple themselves. I explained he'd have to economize." "The delightful thing about it is." declared Miss Marsh, flushing until her pretty face was as red as a peony, "that the girl the Jap picks out will be sure to care enough for him to do i. her share in—in making it easy sledding."

After leaving Miss Marsh running her machine at a great pace, which slackened the moment he was out ot sight, Tommy made his way back to his own department, stopping at Jack's desk. "Say, Jap, I wag Just chinning with Belle Marsh. I told, her about that fool question you asked me." "Can't you keep a secret?" grumbled the Jap. "Didn't know it was one," Tommy explained. "What'd she say?" asked Jack.

"She said she felt sure any girl you picked out would care enough for you to "Did she say that?" cried Jack, his face wreathed in smiles.

That Wednesday night the Jap called on his sweetheart, but it was not until he was ready to leave that he mustered up courage to say what the girl had Instinctively felt all through the evening he had come to tell her.

Jack leaned forward in his chair If and bent an earnest gaze on the young woman who sat across from him, her hands folded in her lap, her -eyes studying the pattern in the rug on the floor. "Belle, I'd like to ask you a questlon," he said. "Do you think—I say,

Belle, do you think "Why, of course I do," she admit- S ted, and her dimple played havoc with the Jap's heart. that a fellow who is getting only $60 a month could get along all. right if he got married?" "I'm sure I can't sa^, Jack," she said. "You see, I don't know the two persons most concerned, and I—I have no way of judging she stopped. "Well, suppose

Belle Marsh straightened in her chair. "Do you think it fair, Jack, to ask me to answer a question having to do with a suppositious case like that?"' 1

Jack hung his head for a moment, but only for a moment. Then he arose and took a quick step forward. Hta voice was husky with the emotion that took him, and shook him, and centered In his throat. "Forgive me, Belle. The case I havo in mind concerns you and me.' Do you think It's Just this: I lore you. I—I want you. Belle, will you^Al marry me 7" '-)$$•

For answer, she arose and held out both arms, and Jack, taking h®i hands, gently drew har cloee. •.-