The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1912-07-26
THE TRIBUNE'S
HIRED MAN

restlessly occupying a seat IN the
Interurban station recently waiting
for the Nampa car. They lived some
where on the line in Caldwell The
ten minutes wait was characterized by
a sweet debonairness and courteous
gentleness toward one another, as
their white stockened ankles kept
graceful slippers patting the floor In
subdued tone they discussed some
body. Evert alert and ever and anon
swift but modest glances were cast
toward your Hired Man as he sat
ostensibly uninterested in the quivive
of the sentinel carefulness that he
should not get wise to their secrets.
Presently the worst of the interest
had evidently worn off, for one chubby
little angel said, well I'll bet you
your mamma is no crosser than my
pa"
mo she amt" chimed in the third
tot as the fourth appeared to be on
the fence as to her own decision in
the case
"Well you all know my ma is awful
cross don't your" continued the first
" Yes, but Oh dear, how cross pa
gets some times! He is simply un-
bearable." On this word unbearable,
the little girl bore down with ire
mendous accent and drag-net tone.
They all finally fessed up and ad-
mitted that the whole group of
mammas and papas was triae off
size and color when it came to that
sort of kindness that best suited the
little misses who were enjoying the
superlative sweetness always to be
had from going over the necessary
faults in another. After each round
of musketry, a sack of candy was pass
ed politely around, and then followed
another volley of criticism of their
progenitors. Withak the parents were
just simply the bestest to be had any
where this side of heaven, but that
cross disposition ought to be looked
attire somehow by somebody, no
matter who could do the job. Now
pulled in the car from Boise when
two of the four sprang to their feet
instantly and wanted to run for the
door, when the wisdom of the third
came to their rescue with the litter
ing information that that car did not
go up the hill. The chatterboxes had
been disturbed however and the cross
ness of eight men and women in
Caldwell was left standing as it really
is, and your slave thought to himself
half audibly, Well those parents may
be fooling each other alright, but they
have four perfect xray machines turn
ed upon them every moment and that
dark spot in the heart is going to be
the subject for other conversations
from time to time.
William Plowhead of Middleton is
this week going into Willow creek
territory with his thre shing outfit. The
dry grain acreage is much larger thi:
year than ever before and this time
the crop is good. Some few small
fields will go as high as thirty bushel!
to the acre and twenty bushels is thu
average. Fifteen years ago nobod,
thought of trying dry-grain farming
in the Willow creek country, because
the secret of putting it in right hat
not been discovered. The men wht
decided the land sold out cheap AM
went away, after making the five yea
fight against odds. By and by some
body came along and suggested new
way of handling the soil and toda,
much of the land is good for twent.
bushels. Here is about the way lif
turns out on twenty-bushel dr.
grain farm:
Flowing and planting; seed
UuSuCIS ''''''' Vs.
Team work and manlabor.. l.9
To sack the grain. ....... IL
Threshing ................ 2.5
Interest on $4,000 land...... 81
Total. ............... $l0s
, The twenty bushels will bring;
. if sold at the right time. .....$l4.(
This leaves a balance of $3.50 pa
. acre for the good wife who has worr
5 ed along with her part of the labt
, and who has been kept awake mar
night listening to the husband te
Z how good the grain looks in its va
y ious stages of growth. Then the
4 are the years when old Sol dries
e the moister and the twenty bushe
go glimmering and ten bushels con
Ithrouub m tell the tale Other yea