HOUSE AND GARDEN 
M A Y, 
1912 
O XE year a bare foundation—the next this charming 
effect. At the front steps are Hicks Boxwood and 
Dwarf Japanese Cypress. 
For carmine flowers in July are shrubs of Spirea Anthony 
Waterer. For summer green mass effects and autumn 
colorings are the Virginia Creeper and Japanese Barberry; 
the latter retaining coral berries undimmed till spring. A 
splendid bit of planting. Send for our new 1912 catalog 
showing how numerous planting and landscape problems 
have been quickly and effectively solved with Hicks choice 
shrubs and trees. 
R hododendrons make the riches* 
possible foundation planting. All the 
year a mass of waxy green leaves, 
and in the spring always lovely with 
blooms. Hicks Rhododendrons are all hardy 
acclimated plants. Send for special Rho¬ 
dodendron circular. 
Ask Your Dealer 
About 
If he be posted, he will tell you that 
the genuine “CREX” floor coverings 
are a boon to discriminating house¬ 
keepers — that, from a sanitary view¬ 
point, “CREX” products have no 
equal — that for constant cheerfulness, 
natural cleanliness and durability, they 
are in a distinct class by themselves. 
Your dealer may also truthfully add that 
“CREX” coverings are ideal for the sum¬ 
mer home— especially for the living porch. 
They produce an effect of cheerfulness and 
hospitality. Rain and dampness do not 
affect^— they never curl. They are also 
reversible. 
For bed chambers, closed during the hot 
hours, “CREX” coverings impart a delight¬ 
ful, refreshing perfume to the room when 
opened up. 
You cannot appreciate all the numerous advan¬ 
tages of “CREX” products, unless you know the 
whole story. Write for our illustrated, descriptive 
booklet and 1912 catalogue of patterns and dimen¬ 
sions showing actual colorings. 
All grass floor coverings are not**Crex.** 
Look for the trade-mark on every rug. 
For sale by all first-class department 
stores and furniture dealers. 
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Mills: St. Paul, Minn. 
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assortment of many 
beautiful designs from 
which to 
select or 
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rying out 
original 
ideas. Write 
for our illustrated 
booklet “SUN DIALS for the GARDEN” 
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through the dust, and made satisfactory 
growth. The Squire had not been told 
about the fertilizer, and shook his head 
dubiously. 
“’Eraid you’ve wasted your time, 
friend,” he said. “Hungry crops never 
pay.” 
Mautell had heard from his wife quite 
vivid word pictures of the “haying time” 
of her youth—when mowing machines 
were still an innovation, and the extra 
“gang” of “help,” the jugs of cider, the 
"molasses water” for the women folks 
and boys who could rake, and the dinner 
out-of-doors under the thickly leaved 
maple, all went to lend romance and pic¬ 
turesqueness to the great occasion. His 
head was still dimly full of such scenes on 
the morning that they got an extra early 
start for the Squire’s, from whose wide 
acres the burring click of the mowing ma¬ 
chines had been floating over to them for 
the past two days. He expected to find 
the place a scene of hustling men and 
teams, and a horde of extra “help.” In¬ 
stead of that, only one man was in sight, 
and he was leisurely hitching up a strange 
looking machine. 
“You’re early, boys,” beamed the Squire, 
coming out and mopping his brow from 
force of habit. “The dew won’t be off 
for an hour yet.” 
And so for an hour they puttered 
around in the big barn, helping the 
Squire put in a new piece of track for 
the hay-fork, replace some cable that was 
a little worn, and oil up a lot of weird¬ 
looking machinery. One would have 
thought they were preparing for a motor 
ride, instead of a big clay’s haying. 
Through the loft window Manteil caught 
a glimpse of the odd looking machine that 
had just left the barn, like a gigantic 
grasshopper, kicking the hay up into the 
air behind it. 
But when they did start, the hay moved 
in earnest. The apparently flimsy ma¬ 
chine that klantell had helped to oil up 
was a “hay-loader,” which picked the hay 
up from the ground and carried it up to 
the top automatically. And when the load 
reached the barn, instead of being unload¬ 
ed a pitchfork-fnll at a time, as Mantell’s 
had been, the “horse-fork” swooped down, 
seized hundreds of pounds at a “bite,’’ 
hauled it aloft into the air, and then ran 
it hack into the barn and dropped it. 
It was no more like the haying of 
which he had heard than a trip in a motor 
truck was like a horseback ride through 
Robin Hood’s Sherwood Forest. But to 
Manteil this was no loss. For him there 
was romance in every wheel and cam and 
lever that took the place of human bone 
and muscle, and enabled one man to do 
the work that two or ten or a score had 
done before. It not only excited his in¬ 
terest, but fired his imagination as well, 
and as he worked he pondered how, in 
unnumbered ways, machinery might open 
up possibilities in the science of agricul¬ 
ture, a science which, every day convinced 
him more firmly, was still in its infancy, 
still waiting to be given a share of atten- 
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