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VOL. LXIV INDIANAPOLIS, OCTOBER 30, 1909. no. m <3 Letter from Seattle. Editors Indiana Farmer: The stranger from the East who flrst sets foot in Seattle is more than apt to lie surprised. The thoro up-to-date ness of the city—the extensive business areas with their abundance of flne, large modern business buildings, the woll-paved streets and the absence of cheap shacks correct one's preconceived idea of the "wild and woolly," which usually means more or less (usually more) general rawness. Seattle, with its more than 200,000 population, borrowed as it were, from all sections of the country and from the world at large, is very much alive. Those who come here are, for the most, part, those who have the energy, to move out and on. The very atmosphere of the streets breathes of this abounding energy, and it manifests itself, not only in the swirl and rush of the business centers but in various striking ways. For example, the famous seven hills of ancient Rome would seem few by comparison with those that underlie Seattle. These protuberances are an annoyance and a handicap to progress. The desirability of a piece of property is materially lessened when to get to it one has to go thro; gh an acrobatic per? formance like climbing the roof of a house; so, altho the removal of mountains is usually regarded as one of the impossibilities, Seattle has confidently essayed the audacious task of paring down her hills from under the houses that cover them, and filling up her hollows, likewise covered with houses. It is, I believe they say, the biggest Sigineering feat of the kind ever at- mpted. Here you may see a steam scoop eating into a bluff at an astonishing rate; three of the huge scoop- fuls fills a dirt car, and they will load a train while you are walking around the block. Another place you will find a great stream of water playing thru a noazzle onto a hillside melting it away, and this flood rushing downward thru a temporary main that leads to the tide-flats, carries with it the tons of dirt. As a result the city presents the strange spectacle of many houses of all sizes in most curious situations, some down in pits, with the adjacent sidewalk on a level with the second story windows, others on the edge of precipitous bluffs with crazy, temporary stairways leading down to the street, perhaps thirty feet below, and still others shoved up, stilt-like on long piles or perched high in the air on movable timbers preparatory to being let down. Prom the view-point of the enthusiastic boomer whose soul is drunk with the dream of futures, all this is grand— it is Inspiring. I am not able to say Just how it looks to the man who, both literally and figuratively, is put "in a hole,"—whose yard is converted into a s'nk, out of which he is supposed to get at his own expense, to say nothing of his exorbitant assessments, and who has, perhaps, only his days' wages to do It all with. Hut to appreciate the more distinctive features of this young giant of the West "ne must extend his observation to its environs. The contrast between the "eart of Seattle and the edges of its territory is such as can not be found in the older portions of the country. Here ls civilization in the making, and in su<*h intensive form that the whole Process lies beneath the eye. In other words, different conditions that in Indiana are separated by at least fifty years here lie "cheek by jowl." In yet other words you can contemplate the latest products of civilization as exemplified by a modern bustling city, then take a whole coast country from southern Oregon tn tin- British line, is indulging in a riotous boom and shouting itself hoarse. Judging from appearances about every third man who comes here to make a living goes into the real es- NOT MANY OF THEM LEFT. ■ 144444444^%* " ijy ' 27*"* * ■ r f*f - *L^mt4___ ^g^sBfs^fse*w *^~-- t .. ,-..- —■ • tlti.mmmn ' m... ,._.i,. ... H ,, „ This toll-gate is at Corydon, Ind., at the terminus of the New Albany-Cory- don pike, one of the very few remain ing toll roads in the State. The pike is the property of a private corporation. trolley car and in less than an hour be out in the midst of a pioneer life that is fighting "tooth and toe nail," for a foot-hold in the forest. Just beyond the corporation line little towns of cheap board shacks have sprung up In the woods, whence the quail and grouse have not yet been ousted and the garden patches consist of scratched spaces between the stumps; where the stump still serves as a resting place for the hand basin, and the towel hangs from a nail in a tree. All about these straggling settlements, as likely as not, the fir woods grow so dense and tangled that one finds it difficult to thread them. Out of these forests the small truck farms are hewed, and the strenuous warfare against stump, root and underbrush is a part of the farmer's business. I have never anywhere seen country more primitive than some I have found while exploring the suburbs of Seattle; and the strangeness of it is enhanced when we find this wilderness land soaring skyward, the prices ranging anywhere from two or three hundred to a thousand dollars per acre. Seattle, Indeed, in common with this tate business, and the grand chorus they make of it can be caught in its full effect in the Sunday editions of the newspapers, where you are confronted with untold columns of hysterical invitations to get in on the ground floor. The results when you get in make another story. It is somewhat amusing to see Ta- coma come vociferating in the wake of Seattle, loudly endeavoring to let the world know that she, too is there. A Tacoman will proudly point out to you their superior docking facilities.— Ave miles of deep water frontage, where the largest ocean-going craft can come to the dock for lumber and grain. Some day he will tell you that dockage is going to be the death of Seattle. Out on the flats in front of the town they have a line of enormous letters which, when intact reads: "Watch Tacoma Grow." When I flrst saw them the gentle Sound breezes had shoved over some of the letters, and the resultant line looked like something in the Siwash language. Another advertisement which Tacom- ans have posted over Seattle for the benefit of visitors to the fair is: "You'll I.ike Tacoma." Said one of these visitors to a companion: "What is this Tacoma, anyway?" Said the companion: "I think its one of these new breakfast foods." A heartless Seattle reporter heard It, and flashed up this witticism in his paper: "Waiter! a little Tacoma with sugar and cream, please." For rawness of this sort Seattle has little room to poke fun at her neighbor. Taking her cue from Chicago's "I Will," she has gone the windy city one better and adopted the slogan "I Do," and here is one way I saw it blazoned forth when I was last in Seattle. Suspended in a store window was a monstrosity of pictorial art representing a city, obviously Seattle, with ubiquitous Mount Rainier hiked up some ten miles high in the back ground and a sheet of water, presumably Puget Sound, in the foreground. Mysteriously suspended in mid air above the water with a long pole in her hands and a pair of spindle shanks dangling down, was an Indian squaw, attired in the conventional Indian garb of art. At first glance she seemed to be walking a tight rope, but closer inspection made it seem more probable that she was doing a pole vault over the Sound. A little gem of poesy beneath the picture however, told what it was all about, and the gem was this: "The shades of night were falling fast, As through the Greater City of Seattle passed, An Indian maiden, Angeline; who Bore a banner with this strange device: "I DO." Who the long-shanked "Angeline"- was deponent salth not. This treasure was engraved and printed. It was also copyrighted, so no one would steal it. The above is no lie. Geo. S. Cottman. Vaughn, Wash. Liosses in Manure. One of our experiment stations has shown by careful investigation that when the stable manure is piled up and left exposed to the rains the loss from leaching of the fertile elements is very, large. The New Jersey station finds that manure exposed for 100 days lost over one-half of the nitrogen, one-half of the phosphoric acid, the same proportion of the potassium had been lost. More than one-half of the constituents had been lost by an exposure of less than four months. Work from other experiment stations confirms this. A great deal of valuable manure is also lost in badly arranged stables, where there are poor facilities for recovering the manure. The valuable liquid manure is lost by drainage. The best way to save all the fertile elements in manure is to haul it on the fields and meadows and spread it evenly over the land. Washed into the soil it is preserved for the next crop. Seventy years in Greene county is the record just completed by Henry Baker, of Worthington. Few in this State can equal it. Mr. Baker was brought to the State when seven years old. Our J. G. K. was born in Vermilion county, Indiana, the same year with Henry Baker, but lived for twenty years in Illinois.
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Title | Indiana farmer, 1909, v. 64, no. 43 (Oct. 30) |
Purdue Identification Number | INFA6443 |
Date of Original | 1909 |
Subjects (LCSH) |
Agriculture Farm management Horticulture Agricultural machinery |
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agriculture farm management horticulture agricultural machinery and equipment |
Genre | Periodical |
Call Number of Original | 630.5 In2 |
Location of Original | Hicks Repository |
Coverage | United States - Indiana |
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Language | eng |
Collection Title | Indiana Farmer |
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Title | Page 1 |
Subjects (LCSH) |
Agriculture Farm management Horticulture Agricultural machinery |
Subjects (NALT) |
agriculture farm management horticulture agricultural machinery and equipment |
Genre | Periodical |
Call Number of Original | 630.5 In2 |
Location of Original | Hicks Repository |
Coverage | Indiana |
Type | text |
Format | JP2 |
Language | eng |
Collection Title | Indiana Farmer |
Rights Statement | Content in the Indiana Farmer Collection is in the public domain (published before 1923) or lacks a known copyright holder. Digital images in the collection may be used for educational, non-commercial, or non-for-profit purposes. |
Repository | Purdue University Libraries |
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Transcript | VOL. LXIV INDIANAPOLIS, OCTOBER 30, 1909. no. m <3 Letter from Seattle. Editors Indiana Farmer: The stranger from the East who flrst sets foot in Seattle is more than apt to lie surprised. The thoro up-to-date ness of the city—the extensive business areas with their abundance of flne, large modern business buildings, the woll-paved streets and the absence of cheap shacks correct one's preconceived idea of the "wild and woolly," which usually means more or less (usually more) general rawness. Seattle, with its more than 200,000 population, borrowed as it were, from all sections of the country and from the world at large, is very much alive. Those who come here are, for the most, part, those who have the energy, to move out and on. The very atmosphere of the streets breathes of this abounding energy, and it manifests itself, not only in the swirl and rush of the business centers but in various striking ways. For example, the famous seven hills of ancient Rome would seem few by comparison with those that underlie Seattle. These protuberances are an annoyance and a handicap to progress. The desirability of a piece of property is materially lessened when to get to it one has to go thro; gh an acrobatic per? formance like climbing the roof of a house; so, altho the removal of mountains is usually regarded as one of the impossibilities, Seattle has confidently essayed the audacious task of paring down her hills from under the houses that cover them, and filling up her hollows, likewise covered with houses. It is, I believe they say, the biggest Sigineering feat of the kind ever at- mpted. Here you may see a steam scoop eating into a bluff at an astonishing rate; three of the huge scoop- fuls fills a dirt car, and they will load a train while you are walking around the block. Another place you will find a great stream of water playing thru a noazzle onto a hillside melting it away, and this flood rushing downward thru a temporary main that leads to the tide-flats, carries with it the tons of dirt. As a result the city presents the strange spectacle of many houses of all sizes in most curious situations, some down in pits, with the adjacent sidewalk on a level with the second story windows, others on the edge of precipitous bluffs with crazy, temporary stairways leading down to the street, perhaps thirty feet below, and still others shoved up, stilt-like on long piles or perched high in the air on movable timbers preparatory to being let down. Prom the view-point of the enthusiastic boomer whose soul is drunk with the dream of futures, all this is grand— it is Inspiring. I am not able to say Just how it looks to the man who, both literally and figuratively, is put "in a hole,"—whose yard is converted into a s'nk, out of which he is supposed to get at his own expense, to say nothing of his exorbitant assessments, and who has, perhaps, only his days' wages to do It all with. Hut to appreciate the more distinctive features of this young giant of the West "ne must extend his observation to its environs. The contrast between the "eart of Seattle and the edges of its territory is such as can not be found in the older portions of the country. Here ls civilization in the making, and in su<*h intensive form that the whole Process lies beneath the eye. In other words, different conditions that in Indiana are separated by at least fifty years here lie "cheek by jowl." In yet other words you can contemplate the latest products of civilization as exemplified by a modern bustling city, then take a whole coast country from southern Oregon tn tin- British line, is indulging in a riotous boom and shouting itself hoarse. Judging from appearances about every third man who comes here to make a living goes into the real es- NOT MANY OF THEM LEFT. ■ 144444444^%* " ijy ' 27*"* * ■ r f*f - *L^mt4___ ^g^sBfs^fse*w *^~-- t .. ,-..- —■ • tlti.mmmn ' m... ,._.i,. ... H ,, „ This toll-gate is at Corydon, Ind., at the terminus of the New Albany-Cory- don pike, one of the very few remain ing toll roads in the State. The pike is the property of a private corporation. trolley car and in less than an hour be out in the midst of a pioneer life that is fighting "tooth and toe nail," for a foot-hold in the forest. Just beyond the corporation line little towns of cheap board shacks have sprung up In the woods, whence the quail and grouse have not yet been ousted and the garden patches consist of scratched spaces between the stumps; where the stump still serves as a resting place for the hand basin, and the towel hangs from a nail in a tree. All about these straggling settlements, as likely as not, the fir woods grow so dense and tangled that one finds it difficult to thread them. Out of these forests the small truck farms are hewed, and the strenuous warfare against stump, root and underbrush is a part of the farmer's business. I have never anywhere seen country more primitive than some I have found while exploring the suburbs of Seattle; and the strangeness of it is enhanced when we find this wilderness land soaring skyward, the prices ranging anywhere from two or three hundred to a thousand dollars per acre. Seattle, Indeed, in common with this tate business, and the grand chorus they make of it can be caught in its full effect in the Sunday editions of the newspapers, where you are confronted with untold columns of hysterical invitations to get in on the ground floor. The results when you get in make another story. It is somewhat amusing to see Ta- coma come vociferating in the wake of Seattle, loudly endeavoring to let the world know that she, too is there. A Tacoman will proudly point out to you their superior docking facilities.— Ave miles of deep water frontage, where the largest ocean-going craft can come to the dock for lumber and grain. Some day he will tell you that dockage is going to be the death of Seattle. Out on the flats in front of the town they have a line of enormous letters which, when intact reads: "Watch Tacoma Grow." When I flrst saw them the gentle Sound breezes had shoved over some of the letters, and the resultant line looked like something in the Siwash language. Another advertisement which Tacom- ans have posted over Seattle for the benefit of visitors to the fair is: "You'll I.ike Tacoma." Said one of these visitors to a companion: "What is this Tacoma, anyway?" Said the companion: "I think its one of these new breakfast foods." A heartless Seattle reporter heard It, and flashed up this witticism in his paper: "Waiter! a little Tacoma with sugar and cream, please." For rawness of this sort Seattle has little room to poke fun at her neighbor. Taking her cue from Chicago's "I Will," she has gone the windy city one better and adopted the slogan "I Do," and here is one way I saw it blazoned forth when I was last in Seattle. Suspended in a store window was a monstrosity of pictorial art representing a city, obviously Seattle, with ubiquitous Mount Rainier hiked up some ten miles high in the back ground and a sheet of water, presumably Puget Sound, in the foreground. Mysteriously suspended in mid air above the water with a long pole in her hands and a pair of spindle shanks dangling down, was an Indian squaw, attired in the conventional Indian garb of art. At first glance she seemed to be walking a tight rope, but closer inspection made it seem more probable that she was doing a pole vault over the Sound. A little gem of poesy beneath the picture however, told what it was all about, and the gem was this: "The shades of night were falling fast, As through the Greater City of Seattle passed, An Indian maiden, Angeline; who Bore a banner with this strange device: "I DO." Who the long-shanked "Angeline"- was deponent salth not. This treasure was engraved and printed. It was also copyrighted, so no one would steal it. The above is no lie. Geo. S. Cottman. Vaughn, Wash. Liosses in Manure. One of our experiment stations has shown by careful investigation that when the stable manure is piled up and left exposed to the rains the loss from leaching of the fertile elements is very, large. The New Jersey station finds that manure exposed for 100 days lost over one-half of the nitrogen, one-half of the phosphoric acid, the same proportion of the potassium had been lost. More than one-half of the constituents had been lost by an exposure of less than four months. Work from other experiment stations confirms this. A great deal of valuable manure is also lost in badly arranged stables, where there are poor facilities for recovering the manure. The valuable liquid manure is lost by drainage. The best way to save all the fertile elements in manure is to haul it on the fields and meadows and spread it evenly over the land. Washed into the soil it is preserved for the next crop. Seventy years in Greene county is the record just completed by Henry Baker, of Worthington. Few in this State can equal it. Mr. Baker was brought to the State when seven years old. Our J. G. K. was born in Vermilion county, Indiana, the same year with Henry Baker, but lived for twenty years in Illinois. |
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