Durant weekly news. (Durant, Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 190?-1944, 1916-06-30
WHAT PURE BRED COWS
DID FOR ONE FAMILY

Many farmers SCOli AT Ine lued Oi
fine bred cattle, and few are pet
ting the fine stock along and making
enormous profits from It, The ma
iority believe that q COW is COW. but
the Jew KNOW that one fine COW Is
worth a dozen scrubs and will pro-
lduce as much butter fat,
Paul willard, writing IN the cur
rent American Magazine, tells the
true story of a real boy who had the
fine cow idea in his head, and against
the JUDGMENT Of his own father,
went into the fine COW business and
made them all rich. Here is the
story.
"This is a romance of real life
the biography of farmer boy who
had the pluck and perseverance, to
make a great dream come true.
ION the hills OF Oneida County,
New York, three miles from Clinton.
few years ago lived Francis M.
Jones, the son of a farmer struggling
for meager livelihood. One of
young Jones' daily tasks was to milk,
morning and night. the red cows Of
his fathers herd but felt con-
tempt for such common stock and
sherished an ambition to own some
animals of better breed. He broach-
ed the idea to his father; but the eld-
er Jones, farmer OF the old school
promptly rejected IT. Cows were
cows in his sight.
But Frank clung to his scheme. He
read livestock papers and kept on
pleading with ihs father. He could
make some money if he had some
Holsteins; he was sure of it. He was
equally sure that there was no profit
to speak of in common cattle. Al
last the father yielded. Frank might
do as he pleased. he said. but he had
no faith in the project.
They announced an auction. The
neigbors came, shaking their heads
at what seemed to them a rash act
land bought the herd. thirty head
and that night the big barn stood
empty. Frank hastened to a stock
farm the next day and bought two
spotted black-and-white heifers OF
excellent pedigree, for two hundred
and fifty dollars. and joyously drove
them home. The farmers saw him
Itrudging through the dust behind his
cows, and scoffed. They anticipated
dire disaster for Farmer Jones.
But Frank tended his cows
through the winter, and the next
spring bought seven calves, bringing
his investment up to about 81 1,400
which, remember, was the total
amount staked on his enterprise.
Then came lean and anxious years
at Spring Farm, as Frank called the
home of his miniature herd. He was
obliged to wait for his animals tC
reach maturity; but through those
trying times never faltered in his
faith The heifers grew big and
sleek. He always fed and watered
them with his own hands; he groom.
led and petted them, and coaxed milk
from them in prodigious quantities
And, between these tasks, he studied
tie, and devoured every livestock
journal from cover to cover He ex
perienced with various kinds of feed
with tireless patience and mastered
every detail of his business.
His reward came before he recog
nized it. One of the two heifers thai
he had driven home so proudly wa,
the mother of little creature thai
he christened Pontiac Lass.
The young dairyman bided his
time, meanwhile weighing the mill
and keeping a careful record. which
told him that his cows were extraor
dinary, and that year by year theil
milk production steadily increased
Above them all stood Pontiac Lass
his favorite. Her yield was almos
incredible. Jones kept his own coun
sci until he was convinced; then hi
sent to Cornell University and askel
for some dairy experts.
Trained herdsmen came and begar
La seyen-days' test of Pontiac Lass
They MIXED four times a day, morn
ing, noon, evening and midnight
There was little sleep for Jones Al
nervously as candidate awaiting
the election returns, he haunted tn,
barn where his pet placidly cheweC
her cud, and where at noon or b,