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THE FtUF£-A-E» NEW-YORKER 
November 2, 
Hope Farm Notes 
Good Loskrs. —Yes, sir. We were 
:there. I suppose 1 ought not to admit 
it, for you will say that a baseball game 
is no place for a farmer when frost is 
threatening and there is plenty of work 
to do. I know it, but when it came to 
a contest between New York and Bos¬ 
ton for the baseball honors of the world 
past days on the diamond got behind 
me, and pushed me on. So the boy and 
I found ourselves in the crowd which 
stuffed the great park. Last year we 
sat out in the “bleachers,” but this year 
we took a reserved seat, as we could 
not get there in time for the rush. The 
price had crowded out the most inter¬ 
esting part of the audience for me. Last 
year we sat in a howling mob of fans 
with every nation represented. At 
every exciting play one side or the other 
would rise up shrieking and screaming 
its joy, or sit sullenly to show its grief. 
The reserved seaters seemed to feel that 
they must show their dignity somehow, 
and they seldom exploded. 1 prefer 
my “bleacher” friends except for the 
rush and jam. 
The game was not very exciting. Bos¬ 
ton had won three games and New 
York one. One more and Boston would 
be “champion.” I think eight out of 
10 of the people there expected to see 
New York “crack” or fall apart, for 
the nervous strain had been fearful. 
But the cracking was done on the other 
side. In the first inning the Boston 
pitcher “cracked,” “exploded,” “went 
bonehead” or any other name you may 
give to the case of a strong man who 
suddenly finds himself powerless to do 
what he knows he can and ought to do. 
This man, the hero of a hundred hard 
fought games, suddenly found himself 
the prisoner of an unseen power which 
paralyzed his arm and took the sap out 
of his will. Up on our “reserved seats” 
there were cold-blooded individuals who 
sneered or laughed at this exhibition. 
My old friends on the bleachers knew 
better, and had more charity, for they 
know more of human emotions. 
At any rate before the inning was 
.over New York had made five runs. 
No, it is hardly fair to say that they 
made these runs—they were presented 
to them—a gift from a character whom 
we may call Mr. Psychological Moment. 
After that the game came down to a 
monotonous exhibition of the most 
skillful playing on both sides. The 
“Bean eaters” got two runs but that was 
their limit and the great crowd went 
home believing that their friends the 
“Giants” still had a chance. Then came 
the thing which more than paid me. If 
there is one thing that I want to impress 
upon our children, from the smallest 
Redhead up, it is the necessity of being 
what I call “a good loser.” I see men 
and 'women who put up a battle over 
one thing or another and lose—as all 
of us must at times. Then they go to 
pieces—full of sullen explanations or 
excuses or what we may call, “kicks.” 
They did their best, but some turn 
which they could not forsee beat them 
or perhaps they or their case was really 
inferior. A “good loser” takes his medi¬ 
cine .with a smile. Of course he doesn’t 
like it, but there are other days coming, 
and his turn will come with them. A 
poor loser acts as if he enjoyed adding 
gall and wormwood to the unfortunate 
dose which Dr. Defeat has prescribed. 
At this game there 'was a crowd of 
Boston men who gave the best exhibi¬ 
tion of good losing 1 ever expect to see. 
They had come on with a brass band 
—every one with a red flag and a red 
hatband. At intervals during the game 
these “rooters” stood up and sang and 
screamed to encourage ther men. They 
did this up to the instant a fleet footed 
“Giant” caught the last fly ball and the 
hopes of Boston in the same hand. 
Now a lot of men, you possibly, under 
such conditions would have silenced the 
brass band, furled the red flag and gone 
sullenly home blaming the umpire or 
cursing some player for his error or 
failure. Not so with these men of 
baked beans, fishballs and johnny cake. 
They lined up behind their band and 
marched around the grounds singing 
and waving their flags as if their men 
had won the game 100 to 1. Not a man 
on the Boston team came from that 
town originally. Only one, I under¬ 
stand, really lives in New England, and 
he is an Irishman. Probably not one 
eats his baked beans Saturday night and 
fishballs Sunday morning as a duty he 
owes to history. Yet if they do not 
represent Boston culture or pedigree 
they carry her name—not as mere hire¬ 
lings either. So these Bostonians gave 
that finest example of good losing I ever 
saw. And then a strange thing, hap¬ 
pened. New York is such an immense 
city that her people do not seem able 
to develop real city pride such as we 
find in smaller places. I understand 
that the proportion of what we call the 
real old stock of population is smaller 
in New York than in any other Eastern 
city. Thus the New York people are 
notoriously poor losers. They will make 
a halo for a man’s head one day when 
by some turn of fate he does things j 
which please them. Let him fail the 
next day and they will change that halo 
for a tin can and tie it to the man to 
dangle behind him down the street. 
They are bad losers, but when they saw 
that march of the Boston men at least 
10,000 people lingered behind to watch 
it And as they watched something of 
a new feeling came to them. For an 
hour after the game there were groups 
of people scattered over the grounds 
talking and praising the good nerve of 
these Boston rooters. I went home 
with the incidents of that game out of 
my mind, but I can never forget that 
exhibition of “good losing.” I do not 
know whether it requires more charac¬ 
ter to be a good winner or a good loser. 
One requires the self-control to avoid 
“crowing” over your opponent—the 
other the power to smile good-naturedly 
when the demons of defeat urge you to 
be sullen and resentful. At any rate, 1 
want good losers around me and I am 
glad the best exhibition of the art 1 
ever saw comes from good old Yankee 
land. 
Farm Notes. —We began husking corn 
shortly after the crop was shocked. 
There was a “spell” of bright, clear 
weather, and I think the grain is better 
off in the bin rather than exposed in 
the shock. We can also tie up the 
husked fodder in large shocks, where it 
will keep better. Our yield is good— 
the best we have ever had. Part of the 
Learning is too soft. That variety must 
be planted early in our latitude in order 
to put it through. As we were unable 
to buy just the seed we wanted, we used 
some Sanford—a white flint. It matured 
some 10 days inside of the Learning’s 
limit and has given a good crop. The 
fodder, like that of all flints, is su¬ 
perior. . . . Another thing we intend 
to do earlier than ever before this year 
is mulching strawberries. Formerly we 
have let them go until the ground was 
frozen solid and then put the mulch on 
top of the heavy crust. It has some¬ 
times happened that this meant waiting 
too long. This year as soon as a crust 
hard enough to hold up the wagon forms 
the light mulch will go in and remain 
until next Spring. We have strawy ma¬ 
nure, old cornstalks, Lima bean vines 
and coarse hay out of a swamp for 
mulching. There is no need of a thick 
covering—just enough to prevent freeze 
and thaw during Winter and Spring 
will answer. The strawberry does not 
need to be blanketed like a tender horse 
—in fact, such covering would do it 
more harm than good. . . . Some 
people seem born to accident. I know 
of boys who always hurt their feet or 
hands when playing about, while their 
companions never show a scar. Ani¬ 
mals seem much the same in this respect. 
Spot, the newest cow, ran a splinter or 
nail into her foot and went lame. She 
got over that and then she suddenly 
went down again. This seems to be a 
crack' or fracture of some of the hip 
bones. Most likely Mollie in some dis¬ 
pute over their milk records “drew off” 
and hit her with that very effective 
weapon, a dishorned head. Say what 
you may about the danger of sharp 
horns, when the head has healed after 
dishorning, and the cow finds it out, 
she can strike a blow like a sledge ham¬ 
mer. The outcome of it is that Spot is 
playing lady in the barn with a good 
bed, and food and drink carried to her. 
She pours out her milk still, and is 
having a fine “rest.” She will probably 
limp a little the rest of her days, but 
that is part of the game of life. 
Would it pay me to put two men at a 
dollar a day in a woods for the Winter 
where many large trees have fallen, and 
have them burned and use the ashes for 
fertiliser? In a “Book for the Farm” it 
states that unleached ashes contain potash, 
lime and phosphorus in about the right 
proportions. e. w. 
Maryland. 
It will depend on various things. A 
ton of this timber will give 75 pounds of 
ashes, more or less. In 100 pounds of 
such ash there will be, say, 35 pounds 
of lime, five pounds of potash and two 
pounds of phosphoric acid. The potash 
and phosphoric acid will be worth not 
far from five cents a pound. The lime 
varies in price with the locality. How 
much can the men cut up and burn in 
a day? That is a fair basis for figuring. 
They will have to move in order to 
make wages. n. w. c. 
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