Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-06-27

sweet corn. which the COW overlooked
on the occasion of her nocturnal visit to
the garden, and a huge green worm,
horned and as Notwithstanding as any
dragon St George ever met up with,
chewed the foliage off several of my
tomato plants before l discovered and
went cunning for him. And so it goes
all down the line, while my amazement
grows daily that farmers ever harvest
enough to feed their own families. to
say nothing of the hungry multitudes OF
the cities.
Speaking of cows-we We're speaking Of
one COW in the paragraph above-they
must be woefully short on memory. IL
had been made sick as our COW was
when she got into the garden and ate
too much green corn and things | think
I'd be satisfied with hay and mill feed
the rest of my days. Not so the cow
She does remember the garden, but her
recollection appears to be solely OF the
good things to eat she found there, not
of the consequences of her gluttony.
Every time ! take her out of the barn
she heads for the garden gate. and gets
real peeved because 1 will not consent
| that she shall founder herself again.
Nothing Goes to Waste.
1 have become a thorough convert to
the doctrine of keeping plenty of live
| stock on the farm. 1t is the acme OF
economy. With our COW, horse. pigs.
chickens. pigeons and rabbits. nothing
goes 10 waste at Sunny Knoll except
fresh air. l can't even find waste ma
terial to make a compost heap. l
started one. intending to put on II weeds
from the garden and fence corners. but
the boys discovered the pigs would eat
most of the weeds, so the compost had
to be abandoned.
The pigs are growing fast and have
prodigious appetites, but | don't BE-
lieve pound for pound they are IN
the same class with growing chickens.
The pesky things are hungry all the
time, and l can't go out in the orchard
where their houses are located without
having flock of them following me
around clamoring for food. But there
is "A lot of satisfaction in the growth
they are making. I'd like to have fried
chicken about every day. but Jane. who
, is boss of the poultry branch OF our
farming industry, refuses to sanction
any such program. She keeps ledger
account of every cent paid out for feed.
and has made UP her mind to sell
enough cockerelS to pay the feed hilis
There is no reason, she CONTENDS. why
we should eat dollars worth of chickens
three or four times week simply be-
cause we happen to be raising the chick
ems instead of buying them in market. Fry
ing chickens. she argues are ABOUT
the most costly meat to be had. ana
those we have are convertible into cash
at any time. With the money from
the sale of chickens. even when she has
weight and shave the price. she can get
more food value she insists in beef or
mutton.
Goes Against the Grain.
AS the original, and l suppose still
the main purpose of our adventure into
the country was to reduce the high
cost of living, no doubt Jane is right,
but it sort of goes against the grain
to sell off something which in the past
we had enjoyed only as occasional
treat in order to buy the sort of food
we had grown tired of in town.
Nor is chicken the only thing of
which we are to be deprived. Jane has
applied the same ineXorable logic to her
turkeys There are alive today thirteen
of the twenty which were Matched. and
as the age of high turkey mortality
has passed. she ought to raise about
all of them. But We are not to gorge
ourselves. There is to be turkey at
Thanksgiving and again at Christmas.
That's all. The hens md one Sobbler
are to be retained as foundation stock
and the other gobblers sold. Sort OF
takes some of the romance out OF
country life. But this is business I'M
dertaking and Jane is developing
mighty long head for business 1 reckon
she'll have her WY. T. S. NJ.