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<Ihe RURAL NEW-YORKER 
The Woodchuck Club. —If the 
farmer is going to join any club during 
the Winter, let it be the Woodchuck Club. 
He works overtime all the Spring and all 
the Summer and all the Fall: let him take 
a rest in the Winter. A horse will get 
•thin in the Summer with all the work he 
lias to do and fatten up in the Winter. 
The farmer has to work overtime in cer¬ 
tain seasons—much overtime—and he 
must make up for it in the Winter. To 
be sure there are the chores to do, and 
some wood to get tip, but there are a good' 
many days when one can have a real 
restful time. 
A Real Blizzard. —Today has been 
just such a day. What a fine day it has 
been—inside the house. It has snowed 
and sleeted for 80 hours without a break, 
and is still at it with a fearful wind. 
More than a foot of heavy mealy snow has 
fallen and all traffic is completely tied 
up. We got word this morning that there 
would be no school today, and there cer¬ 
tainly ■ will be no school tomorrow, even 
if the sun is shining in the morning, for 
the roads are impassable: So we are all 
about the house having a good, restful 
time. 
The Dinner. —Mamma got in a little 
time for sewing today, as we could help 
about the work. Two of the boys did up 
the breakfast dishes and Daddy got the 
dinner. For meat the Parson took some 
beef and ran it through the chopper with 
a little suet and fat bacon mixed in. 
Then he salted it well and after Searching 
in the pantry, he found some seasoning 
such as you use for chicken dressing. He 
put this seasoning in the meat and by 
mixing it up well, it had the flavor of 
sausage to quite an extent. How the 
boys love this! As a special treat on a 
stormy day. a bottle of grape juice was 
brought up from the cellar. One of the 
boys and the Parson did up the dishes 
and Sit put them away. Dinner was 
late, and we had an easy supper of bread 
and milk—leaving the cups and spoons 
till morning. 
Keeping Young. —‘Children do keep us 
young for a fact. George has spent quite 
a good deal of the time wandering about 
in the drifts with his father’s long hip 
rubber boots on. The Parson saw him 
by the brook a good while, and wondered 
what the matter was. Going to him he 
found he was stuck fast and weeping sor¬ 
rowfully. The big boot had gone down in 
the slush and ic-e and he could not get it 
out. In fact, it was all the Parson could 
do to get it out. Then George went to 
make some snow-shoes. How much those 
things he made looked like the things the 
Parson used to make, and try to walk on 
them on the snow. How the things kept 
coming off George’s feet and how the 
ends stuck into the snow and how at last 
down he went all over, with the cold, wet 
snow on his rough chapped hands—just 
as his father had done so many times. 
Sliding to School. —Here it is the 
next day from when we wrote the above, 
and it is still storming, though just now 
it is rain. No school again today, and 
all the children at home. Such a nice 
day as we have had. The boys have 
been trying to make skis all day in the 
workshop—such time as they were not 
shoveling paths. Trolleys and steam 
trains are all tied up and no autos can 
stir out. This means another spell of 
good sleighing. We cannot get all the 
school children we have to carry in our 
one sleigh, so-we put the boys’ double 
ripper on behind for a trailer, or as the 
boys would say—a hitch. We generally 
carry about IS children—this morning as 
you can see from the picture we did not 
have them all. The boys much prefer to 
ride on this ripper—no matter how cold 
it is. A few “spills” make it all the bet¬ 
ter. George and Clossie and Sit slide 
home to dinner on the ripper, and then 
the team draws it back at night. But 
now with this new snow there will be no 
more sliding for come time. The weather 
man promises that the rain will turn to 
snow tonight, and a whole new fresh 
snowstorm will set in tomorrow. Mrs. 
Parson is tickled to death over this, hop¬ 
ing it will be so bad the Parson cannot 
get away for any Sunday trip. 
A Baby Carriage. —The Parson de¬ 
lights in doing errands for people down 
country. It is one of the many ways in 
which a man living in the town can be 
of great use to those who are out on the 
Lonely Roads. He has had all sorts of 
errands, from goose eggs to well pumps. 
This time a man some 15 miles down 
wanted a baby carriage. Just send the 
Parson a card and the price you want to 
pay, and the job is done. You see this 
one in the back of the express wagon. Tie 
landed it at this man’s house one dark 
night about nine o’clock. It just filled 
the bill, and the little back-to-the-lander 
mother was pleased beyond measure. He 
will see this picture of the carriage in 
the wagon, for they have never missed an 
edition of The E. N.-Y. since going back 
to the land. 
TnE Women Workers. —Some of 
these city people who think the farmers 
are such terrible profiteers ought to go 
down country and work along beside some 
of the country women for a week or so. 
Only this week 
a little calling 
with you—you 
long?” was his 
hemian woman. 
the Parson was down for 
trip. “What the matter 
don't been here for so 
greeting from a little Bo- 
The Parson admitted he 
had been so busy doing nothing he hadn't 
gotten round for some time. “How have 
you been getting along?” he queried. Lit¬ 
tle by little, he learned from this woman 
the manner of her life. Her “man" 
worked cross country about two miles. 
She did all the barn work—the two cows 
and a horse and hens and two pigs, clean¬ 
ing the stables and everything. Of course 
she did all the housework; with five small 
mean you chop all the year's supply of 
wood for the family yourself alone” 
exclaimed the Parson. “Oh, yes.” she 
said. “I chop it all and with the old 
horse, haul it all to the house.” Such 
a Lonely Road as this woman lives on. 
These terrible stormy nights with the 
wind howling and the snow blowing in 
great drifts must be more than hard for 
these mothers, ’way down by the edge 
of the woods. It is all wrong. The 
father ought to be with his family, cut¬ 
ting the wood himself and cleaning the 
old frozen stables and helping to bring 
up the boys the way they should be 
brought up. “It costs so much to live 
in the city we can't stay there." she 
said. 
The Class Is Growing. —The Parson 
has a boys’ class down in one of the vil¬ 
lage missions that seems* to be growing. 
You don't have to go out and tease them 
to come, nor do the parents have to thrash 
All Aboard for the Trip to School 
children 
tried to 
not buy 
weather 
and things being so high she 
do all the sewing for them and 
anything readymade. “The cold 
has kept me from cleaning up so 
much land this Winter as I generally do.” 
she'said. 
Chopped All tiie Wood. —Almost the 
very next place the Parson stopped, the 
woman said she had nine children. Six 
of them were at home. Her husband 
works in a factory in a city 15 miles 
away. He only comes home for Sundays. 
She does all the barn work and of course 
all the work in the house. “I fear I 
shall be late in chopping next Winter's 
supply of wood,” she said. “Do you 
them every Sunday morning to get them 
started. We meet down in the cellar of 
the church—around the furnace, with its 
big. glowing fire. We have a board laid 
across a couple of chairs to sit on. We 
have been learning to find the places in 
the Prayer Book. After they have all 
looked into the book and found about 
where the Psalter, for instance, is, the 
Parson hands the boy on the end an open 
jackknife. With this knife the boy “cuts" 
for the Psaltgr in the Prayer Book which 
the Parson holds before him. Theu he 
hands the knife to the next boy and so 
the test goes down the line. When ir 
comes to cutting for just Morning Prayer. 
February 28, 1920 
a pretty accurate knowledge of “place*" 
is required. Each one practices with 
great delight, till he can cut with great 
accuracy. After we get the Prayer Book 
places down pat. we will start in on the 
New Testament, and from that go to the 
Old. If they learn how to find the places 
in these two good books, it will be a start 
toward finding what is in them. 
Those Hot Dogs. —The Parson admits 
that occasionally during the lesson last 
Sunday various side glances were directed 
toward the furnace door. For in the fur¬ 
nace. resting on the hot coals, was a big 
kettle of cocoa warming up to the occa¬ 
sion. Then, the lesson being over, the 
Parson produced a bag of “all-hots.” 
known to the boys as “hot dogs.” Be¬ 
sides this, with what some of the boys 
had brought, there was soon a collection 
of cookies, crackers and a loaf of bread 
added to the menu. Three dogs apiece 
all round, two cups of cocoa, three slices 
of bread, a handful of cookies and a hand¬ 
ful of crackers—this was the ration for 
each. This would seem to be just about 
the proper handout to neutralize the effect 
of a Sunday School lesson on 'the averagt 
boy and put his system again in a normal 
condition. “There’s going to be another 
boy next Sunday.” shouted a boy named 
Bob. as he went round the corner of the 
church with his double ripper. “He 
hain'r got no clothes now, but his dad has 
sent for some.” 
Balking or Talking. —It is often a 
serious question with the Parson whether 
he will keep running about the country 
doing so much talking or not. It is cer¬ 
tainly interesting to see how different 
people look upon this so-called speech¬ 
making. They seem to regard it all the 
way from a sort of privilege to a thing 
that is really worth something. When 
you are just asked to speak and the sub¬ 
ject of your talk is left to you, it is not 
so very much work to prepare, as one gen¬ 
erally has something in mind he can use. 
When, however, you are assigned a sub¬ 
ject to speak on in regard to -which you 
have got to work up the whole subject 
anew, it is no small job. The Parson has 
recently had such a request. He would 
have to be gone all day. getting back late 
at night. He would probably have to 
hire a man to take his place carrying 
children to school for the town. He is 
assured that all his expenses would be 
paid. Really that is generous. The Par¬ 
son ought to pay at least half his expenses 
himself! Wouldn’t a lawyer fall all over 
• himself at the chance of working all day 
and half the night for nothing. So would 
a doctor, too! 
increase (T Your G }arm Profits 
This farm belongs to a man whom his neigh¬ 
bors call the man with an open mind. He al¬ 
ways has to be shown; but he is always ready 
to be shown. 
He does not clutch blindly at each new thing, 
nor does he cling forever to every ancient, 
rusty practice: New methods submitted to him 
are examined sanely and thoroughly tested. 
It was told to this farmer that the Milwaukee 
Air Power Pump Co. representative in his 
county was an expert, trained to install, on a 
separate, special plan for each farm, a water 
and light system that would increase the farm’s 
value and profits and bring the water up di¬ 
rect from the well and cistern every time the 
faucet was turned. This farmer went to the 
trained representative. With many questions, 
the farmer searched for exact facts. He was 
convinced. The system was installed. 
His farm, shown in the above illustration, now 
has water piped directly from well and cistern 
to farmhouse, barn,lawn, wateringtrough and 
dairy; and there’s electric light in all buildings. 
Our representative has been trained. Do as 
this fanner did—talk to our representative; 
there’s no charge for consulting him Let him 
convince you that he knows how to make your 
farm worth more, besides making you bigger 
profits. We have a representative in your 
county. If you don’t know him, write us. 
MILWAUKEE AIR POWER PUMP CO., 863 3rd St., Milwaukee, Wis. 
WATER SYSTEM 
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EITHER 
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LIGHT SYSTEM 
