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The RURAL NEW-YORKER 
September 27, 1010 
Announcement 
For many years Ford owners on 
the farm have wanted closed-car 
luxury without the large first cost 
that goes with it. 
For the first time, there has been 
developed a practical, convenient 
method of assuring closed-car 
luxury with either a Ford Touring 
Car or Roadster. 
It i? called the Ustus Limousette 
the standard body and top of you 
car without alterations. 
It furnishes just the protection 
and comfort you want when going 
to town on cold rainy days or taking 
the children to school. 
At a light touch a roller window, at each 
door, of sturdy and permanent construc¬ 
tion, rolls up out of sight. You have no 
curtains to fuss with. 
It also keeps out the dust and rain and 
assures clear vision. 
and is tailored to fit the Ford Car 
perfectly. Due to its unique design 
it may be used in connection with 
USTUS Protective Covers 
The Dafoe-Eustice Company also 
makes rthe only standardized, guar¬ 
anteed line of protective canvas cov¬ 
ers for protecting Tractors, farm 
implements, haystacks, and hay 
cocks. See samples at the Ustus 
Dealer in your town or write to us 
for d catalog. 
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The USTUS Limousette weighs only 40 
pounds and can be installed in an hour. 
The. price is $46.00 for touring car and 
$30.00 for roadster f. o. b. Detroit. 
Ask the USTUS Dealer in your town to 
demonstrate its advantages. If there is not 
a USTUS Dealer in your locality write to 
your USTUS Distributor. 
DAFOE-EUSTICE Co., Manufacturers 
1166 W. Jefferson Ave. Detroit, Mich. 
Distributers 
. CEO. \V. COPP COMPANY 
236 \V. 54th St. New York, City, N.Y. 
UNIVERSAL MOTOR COMPANY 
1012 E. Broad St. Richmond, Va. 
Get Big Yields From Old Fields 
T HE use of lime and fertilizer makes big yields possible from 
soil cropped year after year. It returns to the soil plant nour¬ 
ishment that has been consumed by preceding crops. In doing 
this work considerable money can be saved by avoiding waste and 
by the saving in time and expense made possible by using a 
John Deere-Van Brunt 
Lime and Fertilizer Sower 
The John Deere-Van Brunt Lime 
and Fertilizer Sower covers a strip of 
ground eight feet wide each trip across 
the field, carries ten bushels, and distrib¬ 
utes 150 to 8,000 pounds per acre of 
crushed lime rock, slacked lime, all brands 
of standard commercial fertilizer, nitrate 
of soda, land plaster, granulated calcium 
chloride and dry wood ashes. 
The Van Brunt improved rotary 
wing force feeds are so constructed that 
lime or fertilizer does not drift, but is 
sown evenly from each feed. 
The double feed shaft with direct 
wheel drive allows the operator to dis¬ 
engage both feeds for transporting, or 
one-half the machine independent of the 
other, simply by releasing the pawls on 
either whec!. 
Effective oscillating agitators, for 
handling unusually sticky fertilizer, are 
furnished when ordered. 
Free Book— “Better Grain Yields From the Same Fields’’—contains 
information of value to every farmer p-^d describes this sower. Write 
today or a copy. Ask for package L- 527. 
* 
John Deere 
GET QUALITY 
AND SERVICE 
Moline, Ill. 
JOHN DEERE 
DEALERS GIVE BOTH 
The Thoughts of a Plain Farm Woman 
Winter is Coming. —Summer is about 
over and Fall here as I write, and before 
long (ho snowed-in, often-dreaded “vaca¬ 
tion’’ for us farm women will begin. I 
have thought many times this season that 
it would be a blessed relief to sit down 
for a moment in Winter’s peace and quiet, 
yet now that uncertain weather is ap¬ 
proaching far off, it seems as if Summer 
had been but a swift dream after all. The 
prophesiers arc on the scent of a hard, 
early Winter, one might say as usual, for 
no one can evidently qualify for a 
weather man unless he can offer pessi¬ 
mistic predictions. It will ho remembered 
that the canny Indian and his like were 
to the fore last Fall with frightful fore¬ 
casts for intense cold, terrible storms, and 
goodness knows what to follow. It. isn’t, 
hard to recall, cither, that these weather 
tragedies absolutely failed to take place, 
at least in most parts of (he country, and 
l for one believe that the same can hap¬ 
pen again. It won't do to get all worked 
up because some old codger who poses as 
being in nature's confidence grimly points 
out that the squirrels and bears and birds 
and beavers and muskrats, etc., are all 
making unusually rapid and rabid prepa¬ 
rations for the worst Winter in our his¬ 
tory. I refuse to become unduly excited, 
and have no doubt that the Winter of 
1920 will be very similar to and but very 
little different from a thousand other Win¬ 
ters we and our forebears have experienced 
and lived through in the past. I doubt 
if Mother Nature has taken anybody in 
particular into her confidence regarding 
her plans for us this season, not even the 
self-appointed prophesiers, who once in 
nine cases out of ten actually do hit on 
and I can hardly wait to see the pretty 
things in bloom. Probably they won't he 
very “bloomy” the first year, though. 
Hordering the driveways wo have decided 
on Kpinea. kept trimmed and low. and in 
addition to woodbine, trumpet-vine and 
(lie like, we shall try a Dutchman’s pipe 
for the porch. I like the large heart- 
shaped leaves, hut have heard that this 
vine is sometimes hard to acclimate. Time 
will tell. We are going to order some 
choice peonies, of which (here are some 
r>00 varieties, and several other flowers 
mentioned in The R. N.-Y. It's hard for 
my impatient soul to compose itself and 
wait for Nature to take her time, but 
there seems nothing else to do at present! 
I only hope the lovely, cheery things won't 
“go back" on me. 
Daylight Saving. — I felt like giving 
three long cheers for Congress when it 
decided to stand upon its own strong feet 
and administer a fitting rebuke regarding 
daylight, saving to the Chief Executive of 
this country. I could just, sec a jolly 
cartoon in my mind’s eye of Uncle Sam. 
Congress and the American farmer all 
dancing a cake-walk of triumphant joy 
together—because those three realized, if 
no one else did. that the farmer fills the 
bread baskets of all nations, and such be¬ 
ing the ease is entitled to “careful con¬ 
sideration" when he makes known his ver¬ 
dict for or against the hours. Hut the 
farmer, as The It. N.-Y. proved, was not. 
the only one who kicked on the tampered 
schedule. The educators of this country 
and all wise fathers and mothers joined 
with us in the hue and cry for sun time. 
Let the city folks go on as before if they 
choose, even as the farmer had to in spite 
of the clock, for what one man did another 
may do. and the hardships for the metro¬ 
politan dweller cannot he half what, they 
were to us. Hurrah for the Congress, 
which once, anyway, was moved by sound 
judgment and good common sense. But 
Gyp Tire Company: 
Your tires have 
given me more maddening miserable 
mile8 than any others I have ever 
used* They have taken me over 
the hills to the poor house and 
my next trip will be to the 
hOU86. 
Goodnight 
.1 T.rttrr in ilin li Gyp Tire Company” 
just the elements that, come about. 
There wouldn’t be much fun in living 
anyway if we knew how everything was 
going to pan out in advance. 
Winter Fuel. —We have got. the Win¬ 
ter supply of coal safely housed in the 
cellar and plenty of buzz-wood waiting to 
be buzzed up in the woodlot. I wish we 
could boast of a woodpile, all dry and 
seasoned, such as grandfather used to 
keep constantly on hand from one year’s 
end to the other, but it isn't so today with 
us We have an immense pile buzzed up 
twice a year, and while it is very burn¬ 
able. such wood naturally can't equal the 
perfectly dried and cured sticks <>f a gen¬ 
eration ago. The old saying is that you 
can tell a good farmer by his woodpile. 
I hate to admit that we aren’t good 
farmers, hut if that telltale woodpile is 
the acid test, the chief arbiter and judge 
would have to pronounce, “Thou shall not 
pass!” Certainly good housewives envy 
the cord after cord of nice wood one still 
occasionally sees in traveling through the 
country, but those monuments to man’s 
industry and forethought are fast disap¬ 
pearing. It is more of a hand-to-mouth 
existence so far as the woodpile is con¬ 
cerned on too many modern farms, and as 
electricity increases in use, and wood and 
lumber become worth their weight in 
gold, the mighty woodpile will give up the 
ghost, and will only live in memory. 
With wood at $4 a cord up, a small for¬ 
tune. and maybe not so small at that, 
could he stored under the ancient sheds 
once a necessary part of every farm dwell¬ 
ing. I should feel very rich and proud 
indeed if such a pile were owned by us 
today, yet I should hate to give up the 
smooth backyard to numberless piles “in 
the making.” So there it is. Today we 
women of the farm are demanding spa¬ 
cious, close-cropped lawns, pretty borders, 
fancy flowers and all the rest, while our 
grandmothers never considered these 
things as dollars-and-eents assets, but in¬ 
stead insisted on the countless cords of 
stored and seasoned wood, and cellars and 
storerooms overflowing with the fat of 
the land. 
Ornamental Planting. —We went to 
the woods the other day and dug up a 
quantity of ferns to set out on the east 
side of the house, close to the building. 
They died down at once, and one would 
suppose that ended them, but I am told 
that they will come up fresh and green 
next Spring and soon become a joy for¬ 
ever. The hollyhocks have been planted 
the entire length of the barnyard fence. 
what a pity that some others were found 
lackiu g. 
School Time. —It i.; school time again, 
and little Ann is starting off on her second 
year with mingled emotions. She wants 
to go, likes to learn and study, loves her 
teacher—yet. the hours are pretty long for 
a six-year-old, from nine to 12, from one 
to four, and she realizes more what the 
confinement means now. I think such 
young children should be excused earlier, 
for their own sakes as well as the teach¬ 
er’s, hut Ann’s teacher is so, conscientious, 
so thorough, that she doesn't get, them 
“learned” to her satisfaction in less time, 
so there is nothing to say. I suppose. The 
new sanitary closets have just been in¬ 
stalled in our school for the opening term 
and the trustee, as usual, is blamed for 
this protested movement. We are not. 
among the kickers, although taxes will 
soar as a result. If the improvement is 
really sanitary, as its name would have 
us believe, then it will he well worth the 
expense. We are paying our two teachers 
$20 a week, an advance of $5 over last 
year, for seven days, and for that money 
we are securing excellent teachers. I 
imagine that this matter of education, like 
many other things, will never see pre-war 
prices again. We are told that our teach¬ 
ers are receiving far too little wages and 
that they must have more. So on with 
the dance! 
Red < 'ro.ss Work. —We have just fin¬ 
ished doing up the very last of the town's 
Red Cross work, and have finally sped it 
on its way. Not long after the signing 
of the armistice the hard-working Red 
Cross spirit, seemed to die a natural death 
in our community, yet there was much to 
be done through the Summer. And now 
it is done, and if it is treason to say that 
I am glad of it. make the most of my 
words! My mother, with several other 
elderlv and faithful knitters, completed 
countless pairs of the long-legged Belgian 
girls’ stocking, and I made l."> heavy gala- 
tea chemises, rather than beg other 
busy townswomen to do them. But they 
are done in time, and we are promised no 
more. Very likely many of us will miss 
that feeling of knitting and sewing re¬ 
sponsibility this Winter—but for now it 
is a thankful feeling to know it is fin¬ 
ished. The nights are already getting 
sharper, the days shorter, and Jack Frost 
is probably lying in wait to do some mis¬ 
chievous damage as early as he dares. 
Dear me! I believe I’d exchange the big. 
green lawn for a mammoth woodpile this 
miuute ! h. s. k. w. 
