Williston graphic., 1919-05-01
TYPES THAT SURVIVE

TYPES THAT SURVIVE
When hogs were selling for five
cents pound they were not worth
much editorial notice but now that Z
hog 10 worth % much as COW, and
more than tho average work horse
and that . single she-pig can lift q
mortgage in 18 months, without ea-
pecialy straining her back, pork il
more Of topic Of polite conversation
Some Of the conversation snens pork
prices is, however, not polite.
But we want to tell you hog story;
true, Of course.
We knew man who had two lady
hogs increase the porcine population.
One was . $3.50. registered pig, the
other was q slab-sided grade pig.
The registered female was bedtled
down in nice pen, with lots Of clean
straw, and the man stayed up three
nights with her waiting to assist.
Finally he could stay awake no
longer, and took three hours sleep.
When he visited his fine Lady she
had six pigs; four Of them dead.
In . couple Of days he came back
enough to normal to remember that
he hadn't seen his scrub SOW for
several days.
He hunted the hill pasture high and
low and finally he found her.
She had nice, moist bed under
q rotten log, and therein she had
eleven pigs-all alive and doing well.
One of these was q fine. lady, .
feminist with lots of breeding but
she was, and ever will be, q punk
mother.
The other had no ancestry to speak
Of, and by preference she will take to
a mud hole in preference to bale of
straw, even with the wire off, and
half a dozen flakes nicely scattered
out.
She will bring forth pigs and raise
them, and they will be prepotent snd
husky, and able to take care of them
selves.
And that's why ruling families die
Of dry rot, and rough-neck bewhisk-
cred barbarians use ancient civilizat-
ions for milking stool while they
strip the golden udder of opportun-
ity.
SOME ARE BORN LUCKY
Some folks are born unlucky and
some otherwise.
Modern efficiency methods have
squeezed lot of hard luck out of
business, just as modern sanitary
conditions has purged the community
of lot of old time mysterious mala-
dies or visitations of providence.
But occasionally you find an in
stance of luck, pure and undefiled.
Some men are pursued by misfor-
tune as deer by baying hounds.
Men Of good repute; hard working,
competent.
We know one farmer that was evi-
IDENTIFY born under star of ill-omen.
This spring his only good colt broke
his fool neck on bit Of ice the size
Of your hat.
Just as the rush of seeding was
well started, with big field plowed,
and not seeded or narrowed, and but
a few days leeway, one Of his re-
manning team committed suicide.
At least he was found dead in .
brook with four inches of water in it,
and no ascertainable reason for his
demise. ,.@.
This farmers smoke house burned
down last fall, just after he had fill
ed it with his winters supply Of meat
He had one high priced registered
hog and she was the only one, Of a
dozen that farrowed, that turned can
nibal and gobbled up her young.
Some men are cursed this way; just
as some succeed by sheer strokes Of
luck.
Consider the hundreds Of farmers
in the drought area of Texas, that
were only held on their land because
three dry years had left them too poor
to move.
Then oil is discovered, their waste
lands become treasure houses in an
afternoon, and these stricken settlers
blossom out with diamonds, and en-
closed automobiles, and social aspira-
tions; all are undeserved as their
three years of starvation had been.
But this hard luck farmer we are
talking about is game.
He keeps plugging away. He is
not downhearted. He takes the sings
of outrageous fortune year after year
and does the best he can; though
often fore-doomed to failure.