The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1916-01-28

been over all this mighty careful. Each
man has added 1t and agreed on the
total Each man has divided 1t into
bushels. an our 1ggers tally. Then
we. went over the expense an fggered
that out, too. an applied it pro rata
per bushel."
"Yes, sir" said Joe, lump IN his
throat What does 1t make?"
You've done n plumb reemarkable
thing. You've made two hundred an
thirty-three bushels o corn on that
acre" announced the squire impress.
sively. 81 wouldn't a believed 1t un-
less seen IL an weighed 1t, but that's
what it is The figgers are right, an
the weights are right"
THAT'S just bullylr said Joe, with
glowing eyes, Il did not think it
would run that high"
Beats anything ever seem ex-
claimed Tomlinson.
But what about the costf' inquired
Joe anxiously
well, sir. accordin' to the records,
you've made this here corn at cost
of 13la cents n bushel!'
Joe threw his hat in the air and gave
a yell of joy, in which he was joined
by Tom.
81 would have been tickled to death
/ to have done il ON from sixteen to
twenty he exulted. "They can't beat
me to save their lives! I've got 'em
beatp'
Looks like II to lie" enthused Mr..
Weston.
Come on I'm here, now, Joe, an
make the affydavies / writ out to the
cost and the RECORD OF work an all.
so there cant be no question aboutit.
brought my seal with me, an I'll swear
you TO 1t. Then this committee will
certify to 1t and swear to the weights
an figgers. Wen attach the record
Of weights to the certificate" said the
squire.
"Nothin like dom things up ship
shape with an affydavy," solemnly ad.
vised Mr.. Tomlinson.
mo; we're all powerful proud of
what you've done, Joe, an we don't
want no slipup at the last minute"
said Mr.. Wilson. Ave want our coun.
ty to take the prize over all of 'em
again"
You goin' in for the prize at the
county fair next week." inquired the
squire after the papers were all fixed.
mo, sir. told the boys would
not compete with 'em on yield because
I've had experience. This is the first
year for about nine-tenths of 'em."
That's powerful clever Of you" ap.
proved Tomlinson
Sure is. You could take the prize
all right, reckon" said Mr.. Wilson.
II guess so, but I'll submit dozen
ears In competition for the prize for
best dozen ears. need that So TO
go to the state fair on. where the real
big fight will be-" said Joe.
well, good luck to We. We've had
fine time today, and guess we've
all learned somethin'." said the judge.
II know have. I'm goin' to try some
Of this intensive farmin' II Teller
can make one and two hundred BUSH
els to the acre It's better'n scratchin'
over so much ground like we do. Yep;
/ think I've learned somethin' today
considerable somethin'," he said as he
shook hands and climbed In his buggy
for the homeward trip.
Me, too" said Tomlinson. 1T amt
goin' to be five years till farmer in
this county that makes less than forty
bushels to the acre is goin' to be count
ed doggone poor farmer an too shift
less to live-mark what tell you.
We're all havin' our eyes opened"
Tom Ralston stayed to supper, and
1t was happy and jubilant party.
After supper they began sorting over
the corn by lantern light to pick out
dozen ears to try for the prize ear
competition at the county fair and the
state fair also By bedtime they had
found only three ears that came up to
Joe's idea of perfection.
Next day the hunt for fine ears went
forward. Two surprisingly fine ones
were found among the common run of
the corn During the course Of the
search every ear had been handled,
and the result was about a bushel and
half Of beautiful corn.
Then came the work of sorting this
down to twelve. Joe marked the diff
ferent varieties with thread Of differ
ent color tied about the ears after he
had selected the dozen. Everything
was then In readiness for the county
fair the following week.
Mr. Weston hitched up the team
next Monday early. Tom Ralston came
along on his pony. Mrs. Weston and
Annie were in the wagon, and Link
had a place In there too. The colored
boy had worked most faithfully and
was enthused over learning about agri-
culture. so he was given the trip also. !
Joe entered his dozen ears OF corn.
and it was placed with merely num-
Der on it--no name. The corn expert
of the state and the commissioner of
agriculture and an agent of the fed
eral department of agriculture were
the judges
The Corn club exhibit OF the county
was good-three times as good as that
of the previous year. The best rec
ord presented was hundred and one
bushels on an acre. Some Of the boys
were much disturbed when they found
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