EXPERIENCE DEPARTMENT
How and When do Ton Pack Butter
for Home Use and for Market?
1st Premium.—A farmer never ought
to paok butter. Why? Becauso in the
lirst place it does not pay, as a rule. Second, it is never so nice and palatable as
when you are churning.nice butter all
the while. The'prlcea do not Justify any
extra handling at all, and as to a rise we
need not look for that as "oleo" can be
had in preference to much of the fresh
butter taken to the store. Onoe in a while
paoking for use is a necessity. I will
speak of last winter's work. By a little
misfortune I foresaw that I could not
keep my customers and myself the year
through, and I paoked for myself ln December. (Have done so ln years gone by
a few times ) The cows were on stalks
and a rye field which had been sowed to
clover and timothy the spring before.
The rye was volunteer. I skim all my
milk, sweet If possible; not over 36 hours
' old and churn as often as every third day,
sour cream, not thick; longer than 12
hours. After churning drawoff the milk
and throw cold water on your bntter,
churn slowly; draw off the water and add
more fresh, as long as the water looks
milky. Now remove to bowl and salt;
one ounce to the pound, or less if you desire lt. Cover up with a clean cloth and
set away for the day, in a moderately cool
place. When you go to your evenlDg
work take your bowl, set on the kitchen
table, work your butter gently and don't
be surprised of the amount of water you
are getting, but work that all ont. Pack
in a new Jar. When the Jar is full lay a
clean cloth over it and place an inch of
salt all over, pressing tightly around edge
of the Jar. Set in a cool, clean place, and
in April what is left, if any, will be J ist
as good as any packed butter.
I failed to have enough one week for
all, and went to my packed bntter to supply one real good lady, and never said
one word nntil after, when I asked her
how she liked packed butter? "Why we
never knew it was old; we Just thought
you had colored it. Mrs. J. W. E.
Wabash Co.
2d Premium—Now is a very good time
to begin packiDg butter, as strawbeniea
and green vegetables aro coming into
market and butter has dropped to i'a
lowest point.
Bntter should be packed in stone Jars,
pressed in firmly, and a brine made from
common salt 2 lbs, saltpeter >_ c_, lump
sugar 2 czs. to each quart of hot water
needed. Pour the hot water upon the
salt, etc, and stir until dissolved, and let
stand till cold, then pour over the butter,
at least 2 inches in depth,ard it will keep
it nicely. But as for myself I do not
hold to the practice of packing butter, for
many times lt ls much trouble and poor
pay. For when we run packed butter
upon the market we run down the price
of our fresh bntter, so we have not gained much in the long run.
When butter is packed it ahould be
worked in fresh buttermilk when It is
taken up. A Hoosibr.
Corydon.
3d Premium.—Packing butter is something that I never did in my life, and
think If everybedy else would do likewise it would be better for the people that
have the butter to sell, and also for those
that have to buy.
Good, fresh butter would be a better
Price all tbe time if it were not for the
glut of old packed butter put on the
market. People tbat have to buy butter
would know when they bought a pound
of butter that it wai fresh, If there was
none packed on the market. 1 think
everybody that buys butter wants fresh
bntter, eo why not have it all fresh?
We keep several cows, and use all the
milk and butter that is wanted, and the
surplus is sold every week to the peddler
to take to market, and not packed, to that
it may be consumed while fresh.
Harrison Co. O. N. T.
REVIEW.
Our correspondents tell the story well
of packing butter. My mother used to
put lt away every year. Some of our
friends think that packed butter clogs
the market for fresh butter. My thoughts
was the reverse. That packing would
take a part of the product out of tho market during tlie great surplus, and carry
lt till three was a greater scarcity.
No, CO, June 12—Comfort in the kitchen
in hot weather—ice, qulok fires. How
may one manage to keep the house cool?
No. 67, June 19.—What breed of sheop
meets our present demands, and whj ?
No. 03, June 20.—How do you manage
breeding and lambing?
No 09, July 3—What ls true patriotism?
Oar duty ss a citizen?
No. 70, July 10 —Caro and feed of sheep
from lambing to market.
Na 71, July 17.—Renovating an orchard.
In writing don't fail to note new points
not generally known; also other polnta
of real experience. Address all copy 10
daya before publication.
Let subscribers write experience only
on practical topics. We do not desire
essaya but a pithy, chatty experience. A
sort of heart to heart talk, suoh aa you
enjoy with a neighbor.
Carmel. E. H. Collins.
The Weather Forecasts.
Washington, D. C, May 2G.—The moat
significant development in weather forecasting for yeara, making it possible to
forecast for a period at least sixteen hours
longer than at present and more accurately, has been attained by the Weather
Bureau, and soon will bear practical fruit
This is the result ot experiments with
kites flown at distances of one to two
miles above the surface of the earth,
which have been quietly conducted ln
this city for some weeks. Dully readings
have been taken at this latitude, and the
fact has been established that shifting of
the wind occurs at a mile level above the
earth's surface from twelve to sixteen
hours before the same change of direction
occurs on the surface. This is due to tbe
same forces which operate to cause wind
shifts to produce a storm; one condition
being dependent on the other.
Secretary of Agriculture Wilson haa
taken great interest In the experiments
which were made by Chief Moore, of the
Weather Bureau, and his consultations
with Professor Moore have resulted in
the formulation of a policy which will
make weather predictions more valuable
ln the future. The most imperfect part
ot weather forecasts now ls the prediction
aa to rain or snow. Meteorologists for
the past ten years have been impressed
with the fact that future data as to storms
must come from a knowledge of upper-
air conditions.
The aeroplane investigations, as announced today, have reached that point
where lt can be safely stated that within
six months the Government Weather
Bureau, for the first time in the history
of any meteorological aervlc**, can construct a telegraphic chart based on conditions one mile above the earth. Thia
chart will cover phe conditions between,
the AUeghanles and the Rockies at the
outset.
Chief Moore says this step probably
will mark a new epoch in the weather
forecasting problem. With these high
level readings the Bureau will hava the
moisture contents of the upper strata, aa
well as the lower. It will be seen how
important thia double information la
when lt ia considered that the two stratum of air may, by shifting of the wind,
become mixed within twenty-four hours,
and that the precipitation will depend
upon the average moiature of the mass.
"In all my life I never felt so mortified
and at the same time so exasperated with
the stupidity ot a man as I did with the
driver of a London omnibus," said Miss
Susie Brandon, a traveled young lady
from the South who ls stopping with
friends at an uptown hotel.
"I.ast summer I was ln the English metropolis, and one day while sightseeing
accidentally got separated from my
friends. At first I thought but Uttle ot
the mishap, for I knew I could hire a
cab and get baok to my hotel without
any bother. Itut at the very moment I
was congratulating myself my heart
sank. To save my very life I couldn't
think of tho name of the hotel. I racked
my brains, but the name wouldn't como
back to me.
"I saw a friendly policeman, and to
him told my troubles. He called over a
hundred names, but my hotel wasn't in
the list. Then ho tried to get out ot me
the location of the house, but of that I
had only a vague ides. I described it as
best I could, and the good-natured officer
told me he thought an approaching omnibus would take me In the vicinity of
the hostelry. He spoke to the driver, and
I clambered In the vehicle. I had not
gone a hundred yards before the Jehu
stopped his coach and shouted ln a deep
bass to the passengers: 'There's a lady
inside that's lost. Can any of you help
her find her way to her hotel?'
"I suppose I blushed, for everybody ln
the bus looked at me, and I felt like sinking through the floor. Bat my woe had
only begun. At the end of every blook
that idiotic busman would shout the
same query—'There's a lady inside that's
lost; can any of you,'etc. After he had
gone through thia half a doze** timea I
was almost on tli 3 verge of hysterics, for
the passengers glared at me in their
stolid British fashion, never a one saying
a word.
"Finally I made up my mind to get out
of the omnibus, bnt when I essayed to do
so, do you think that idiot on top would
let me? Not a bit otlt. He said I bad
boen put In his charge by a policeman,
who told him I had been lost, and must
be carried on till I found my stopping
place.
'Then I thought I'd go orazy, and Juat
as I waa picturing myself in an insane
asyjjpn, what should I see but the familiar front of my hotel. I ahonted to the
driver tbat I wasn't lost any longer and
to please let me out He looked aa though
he wero half Inclined to doubt me, but let
me go. I fairly flew into the hotel, and
from that time forward carried its name
and street with me whenever I ventured
into the city."—Washington Post.
told his story to a fellow-manufacturer.
The latter remembered it when, tbe very
next morning, a young man came Into
his oilice and remarked:
"For the lovo of heaven givo me a little
work."
"All right," said tho proprietor; "take
off your coat."
off camo the coat and ai it was hung
up the ownor worked in tho same old
stagger.
"I haven't touched food for twenty-
four hours," ho gasped.
"That's all right," said the proprietor,
grimly; '.'you'll got no food until this Job
is finished."
The fellow casta longing look at his
coat," but it was boyond his reach, so he
went to work. It was a hard Job, but he
finished it.
"There," said tho proprietor, "there's
your coat. You've earned _0 centa,which
I will now oncloso in thia envelope and
send to the man you swindled the other
day. That's all right—no thanks—good
day."
And the crestfallen scamp sneaked off.
This is the hour of begging frauds.
They crop up everywhere, says the
Cleveland Plain Dealer. Their stories
are ao plausible, their appearance so pitiful. One ot them recently walked Into
an Eaat End factory.
"For the love ot heaven," he said,"give
me a little work to do. Anything that I
can turn my hand to."
The proprietor looked him over. Ho
was decently dressed, young and intelligent and had evidently seen better days,
"I have somo work," said the proprietor, "but lt is of a rough sort."
"Anything, anything," cried the unfortunate man.
So he waa set to work sorting bolts, bnt
he hadn't really atarted the Job when he
was noticed to stagger slightly.
"You must excuse me," he said broken
ly, "but I haven't tasted food for twenty-
four hours."
Thereupon the proprietor dipped his
hand Into bis pockot and brought up a
fifty-cent piece.
"Take that he said; "get yourself a
square meal and then come back-"
The fellow took It but he didn't come
back.
A day or two later the victimized man
A Drop of Ink.
"I don't see why you won't lot me play
with RobcrtSoott,"pouted Walter Brown.
"I know he doos not always mind his
mother, and smoke cigars and sometimes
swears. But I havo been brought up better than that. He won't hurt me and I
should think you would trust ma. Perhaps I can do him good."
"Walter," said his mother, "take this
glasa of pure water and Just put one drop
of ink into It."
He did so.
"O mother, who would havo thought
one drop would blacken a whole glass
so?"
"Yes; lt changed the color of the whole,
has It not? It ls a shame to do that. Jnst
put one drop of clear water ln it and restore its purity," said bis mother.
"Why, mother, you are laughing at me.
One drop nor a dozen nor fifty won't do
that."
"No, my son; and therefore I can not
allow one drop of Robert Scott's evil nature to mingle with your careful training, many drops of which will make no
impression on him." Sel.
President MoKinley really likes to see
Senator Mason of Illinois, -.ot long ago
tbe president asked Senator Mason to tell
one of his stories. Tho senator responded
telling a story which convulsed the president with laughter. It illustrated tho
pie which the president had to distribute
won't go around by a long odds. It was
this:
Pat McCarty gavo a dinner to which he
invited three or four of his neighbors.
Pat had allowed his wife to cook only
onechickon. When dinner was served Pat
took possession ot the carving knife, and
In a most hospitable tone said to Mrs.
Dugan:
"What part of thor fowl will yez havo?"
"A leg If yez plaso," was tho answer.
"An' what part will yez have, Would
yez loiko somo av ther white?" Pat inquired of Mrs. O'Hoollgan.
"An' a leg will do me," she answered.
As each answered the part ot the fowl she
desired was given her.
"What part will yez have, Moike
Walsh?" Pat blandly inquired of his
neighbor.
"Oi balave Ol will take n leg, too," said
Moike, in his most modest way, wishing
to follow in the footstep] of the company.
"Begorra," said Pat «o Mickey, "what
does yez think Oi'm carving—a spider?"
—Washington Star.
John Allen, colored, of Richmond, was
bitten on the hand some days ago by another colored man. Gangrene has resulted. One or more fingers have already been amputated and hels likely to
lose the whole hand.