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moisture remains. I have used my trays 
for some time, and they seem as good as 
new. 
As each tray is emptied into water the 
water in turn should be passed through 
Brussels netting or brass wire cloth of 
the proper mesh to pass the Daphne and 
retain a great deal of the rubbish and 
detrimental insect larve that are usually 
taken. Such sieves are, of course, a part 
of the equipment of every well regulated 
breeding establishment. 
In my experiments to ascertain how 
long Daphne could live under the condi- 
tions mentioned, I employed a single tray, 
placing a moist one above and below it. 
‘The carrier was placed in the cellar with 
a temperature of approximately 65 de- 
grees. The Daphne was in a layer about 
1-16 inch deep. At five different inter- 
vals the tray was dipped, end down, into 
a pan of water, each time washing off a 
new section, but without disturbing or 
moistening the balance. Portions were 
thus removed at three, seven, seventeen, 
twenty-seven and forty-one hours. At 
twenty-three hours practically all were 
alive, save such as were probably injured 
in collecting or dead or moribund when 
placed in the tray. At forty-one hours 
about three-quarters were dead, and no 
doubt all would soon have perished. 
The fact that Daphne (and mosquito 
larve) can be kept in good condition for 
any reasonable length of time by this 
method, without ice, should make its use 
almost universal, especially when one 
considers the saving in weight. 
hand, with my outfit, I am certain that I 
can carry twice the quantity of Daphne 
as a man with two fifty-pound lard cans 
who must travel an hour to reach home, 
and mine will be in better condition. 
In one 
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A woman’s idea of a square deal is one 
in which she comes out ahead. 
Our President’s Car 
Oh, boy! Have you seen it—our Presi- 
dent’s car? Latest thing in Daph traps, 
got ’em all beat by far. No, it’s not a 
one-lunger, though the fact seems untrue 
till microscopical examination shows up 
a wee two. The boat has four wheels, 
and three touch the ground, with rubber- 
band tires to make them look round. The 
self-starter’s a pippin—nothing new, to 
be frank—for any fish fan can work it 
with eight turns of the crank. 
Fred says it’s a humdinger, and we 
agree with him in that. For daph hunt- 
ing it’s great, if you don’t care when you 
get back. Folks call it Haley’s comet, 
but for speed far be it from such; it’s 
the flaming tail left behind when she’s 
kickin’ up the dust. Five miles from a 
gallon and ten minutes to the mile, really 
the dear ole sloop would make an iron 
man smile. 
’*Tis not a tin Lizzie, a flivver or a can, 
for the thing was created before H. Ford 
wasaman. At night while Fred snoozes, 
and all nature seems dead, the ole buss 
is safely anchored right under his bed. 
P. §.—With apologies to the Chicago 
Aquarium Society, and the Orsinger 
buss, which is none other than the origi- 
nal working model of the prehistoric 
Simple-X lemonzine.—Bro. Bill. 
PRET LUN vee 
They’re trying to christen Molhenisia 
latipinna the “flag-fin.”” Seems to me that 
the Philadelphia calico broadtail goldfish 
has ’em all beaten for flag-fins any way 
you look at it, not to mention that it 
sports the colors of liberty, red, white 
and blue !—Mose. 
abel ae 
It is surprising from how far AQUATIC 
Lire brings business. We recently had 
a visit from a reader in Central America, 
who mentioned that he saw our adver- 
tisement in A. L.—Crescent Fish Farm. 
