C. F. HODGEj 



THE TYPHOID OR FILTH FLY 



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owlarks, robins and bobolinks for orchestra, and our guest laid 

 down his fork and, looking carefully around the table, inquired : 

 "Is this place bewitched? How is it you can eat outdoors this 



way and not have any flies? I was out to Miss 's only the 



other day and she tried to have dinner out under the apple trees 

 and the flies were so thick you couldn't see the food on the tabic. 

 You would think that she, being a teacher in the normal school, 

 Mould be intelligent about such things, but she didn't seem to 

 know that there were any flies around and sat and talked and 

 ate, flies and all. I simply pretended to eat. Every mouthful 

 gagged me. But how is this? How do you manage it? Why 

 aren't the flies as thick out here?" 



"1 guess there arc flies enough here," I replied. "Just look 

 at those traps. Only you see we have turned the tables on them 

 — put them in prison and let ourselves out. Those traps were 

 emptied and baited twice this morning, the flies being singed and 

 fed to the birds, and every fly that has come to the house for 

 food or drink today has gone straight into one of those traps and 

 staid there." 



For one home to do this, makes it, of course, a running fight. 

 Still it is not so bad. The flies make excellent chick and bob- 

 white feed, so the more that come the better. It would be no 

 more trouble to catch a peck than a pint, if we had suitable out- 

 door traps. The traps we can buy are little trifling affairs, like 

 those shown in the picture, made of wire which rusts out quickl} 

 and with bait dish so small that the flies suck it dry ten times 

 a day, if they are numerous. For outdoor use we need a largei 

 trap made of serviceable wire and with a bait tray six inches in 



