The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1913-04-06

The man who forsakes paved streets
for the farm doesn't always jump into
those easy, contented
risky ways which are held
SARUSO out as lures to city
folks. Daddy Wilbur's
attempt to break into the Amateur
Farmer class by raising chickens isn't
the only Woeful experience he has had.
The story of his incubator started
something, for his friends have brought
word of other troubles. The bovine,
T~heodosia, is the only successful ad-
junct to the Wilbur farm, it seems.
Daddy gained a false reputation by
advertising the charm of his COW.
Now comes one who says that Caruso,
the Wilbur charger, has caused trou-
bic enough to offset completely the
glory Won in the dairy field. Caruso
is a lady-sometimes. She was in one
of her most ladylike moods the other
day when Daddy and his family
started for town. UnmoVed, appar-
entity, by the warm, spring sunshine,
Caruso plodded lazily toward the city
with Daddy Wilbur sitting erect in
the buggy, the reins wrapped securely
around his hands hat family and
passers-by might think Caruso wild
and unbroken. The family caravan
moved happily along as far as the
Higgins avenue bridge. Halfway
across the Wilbur family met H.. A.
Wheeldon, driving toward home in his
buggy. Daddy Wilbur carefully UNI
wrapped one hand for a daring wave
at hic friend Hhn NNhn.1I,, l1,ua |
saw the move. suspected the presence
of Il whip and SHE'D. The fair Caruso
seemed suddenly to wake. The sight
of her %plunging neighbor and the
sudden realization of spring set her
blood boiling and with a snort of joy
she threw her hind legs in the air.
bringing them down crashing into the
rig whoa! Whoa" yelled Daddy.
Caruso, imprisoned, did not move.
climb out quickly" cried the anxious
father to his charges, while he climbed
into the seat out of the way of those
flying feet and, for lack Of something
better to do, pulled hard on the reins.
The d~ebarkation finished, Daddy
turned to Caruso once more. The poor
horse didn't move. Neither did Daddv1
until Wheeldon's laughter brought him
to his senses DO something, you
fool" he shouted to Wheeldon. II
can't" was the answer. i've got a
horse of my oWn. Daddy sat down
beWildered. Here was Caruso. half
way into the buggy, where she could
neither pull nor he pulled to town.
Getting out, the unhappy farmer tried
to induce Caruso to climb the rest OF
tn" way into the rig so that he could
pull her across the bridge. Caiole-
ments and blows were useless.
Caruso only rolled her puzzled eyes.
Nor could Daddy make his horse climb
ont of the buggy. The flash of youth
ful energy had passed. Caruso's stiff
old legs refused to kick again. At last
Daddy ~bethought him of a Ratchet that
lay in the rear of the rig. With it
he chopped away the dashboard and
getting into the buggy again Kicked
ungrateful man-Caruso's hind quar-
ters back into the street. That is the
way Mr.. Whecldon tells the story.
You should hear Daddy's version. It
is with a thrill of real excitement that
he drives Caruso to town. He is
living in half-plcasurable anticipation
of another outbreak.
We have added to III growing store
of poultry knowledge, this axiom:
You cant judge the
CHlCkS color of the forthcom-
AGAIN ing chickens by observ-
ing the color of the
eggs To George McAlister we are
gratefully indebted for this bit of
wisdom. 1t was a nameless stranger
that brought the information to Mr..
McAlliSter. The unknown came to
George one day with the proposition
that George hatch in his incubator on
ShAreS. q hnnirnl and fiftu fine aees