^ PUBLISHED BY A. BULLARD ®. CO 446 TIJEMONT ST. BOSTON .v HASS VOL. XI. NOVEMBER, 1905 NO. 119. Raising Blue Grass Turkeys 1 Kentucky Roads Dotted With Marching Flocks — The Outdoor Method: To«ir bf F&Utable Birds —. - - -* I {J K ENTUCKY is coming forward as a great turkey raising state and already bids fair to rival Rhode Island and Con¬ necticut as a producer of the Thanks¬ giving bird. The roads in November hre ddtbed With riiarching flocks, leav¬ ing the farms and converging upon the towns, where on arrival they are killed and packed in refrigerator cars for shipment to all points of the compass. Thousands of these turkeys are raised by negroes on their little holdings, and on them falls the task of slaughtering and plucking the fowls, 2 y 2 cents apiece being paid for the labor. Several weeks before Thanksgiving buyers go through the rural districts, picking up bunches of the fowls, which are driven to the nearest railroad sta¬ tion and forwarded to the “factory/’ where they are killed, scalded in vats of boiling water, washed-, cooled oh blocks of ice and finally shipped with Ifed in barrels covered with bagging. In this way the Thanksgiving crop is transported to the market centers. If it be reckoned that 1,000,000 of the birds are sold in towns and cities to which they are shipped alive—usually in wicker crates containing half a dozen each—5,000,000 are left to be carried, dead and plucked, in cold stor¬ age cars. One such vehicle will hold 1,000 turkeys, so that obviously 5,000 cars are required to accommodate the Thanksgiving fowls which the public appetite demands. If these cars were placed in line, they would compose a train thirty miles in length, conveying approximately 22,000 tons of birds. In Kentucky and also in Connecticut and Rhode Island what may be called the outdoor method of raising turkeys is now being extensively practiced. The birds are provided with neither shelter nor roosts, even in winter, and are compelled to shift for themselves, the idea being to imitate natural con¬ ditions as closely as possible. They are fed liberally and in spring are pro¬ vided with half barrels for nests, but there is as little interference as possi¬ ble with their ways of living. Far from suffering from such neglect, they seem to enjoy much better health; they are vigorous and hardy, and epidemics such as are liable to decimate ordinary flocks are rare among them. Epidemics of disease are the great¬ est trouble of the turkey breeder, fre¬ quently sweeping away whole flocks in a few days. Hence it is that large numbers of the birds cannot be raised together, and at least five acres of i*ange ordinarily are required for each “hen” and her brood of poults. Recent¬ ly there has come to be a great demand for young “broiler” turkeys early in autumn, and such prices are obtained for them as to afford an inducement to farmers to “force the crop,” as is done with chickens, We hdve in this country immense quantities of surplus corn easily con¬ vertible into turkeys, and each autumn the crop of birds surpasses all previous records. In prosperous times, of course, the demand is at a maximum, and this Thanksgiving will see more of the fowls eaten than were consumed on the same festive occasion in ah# year hitherto. To absorb a consider able surplus there has grown up a for¬ eign demand, and many thousands of choice gobblers and “hens” will be shipped this autumn to Europe to tickle the appreciative palates of epi¬ cures on the other side of the water.— Louisville Courier-Journal, BARGAINING WITH A BUYER. A Thankful Spirit. Teacher—Johnny, can you tell me anything you have to be thankful for in the past year? Johnny (without hesitation)—Yessur. Teacher—Well, Johnny, what is it? Johnny—Why, when you broke your arm you couldn’t lick us for two months.—New York Life. The Turkey’s Plaint. I am an unassuming’ turkey, And I am not to blame If by any primogenesis Upon the earth I oame. They never said a word to me. And if I’d had my way I should have gone some otherwhere To spend Thanksgiving day. I The Red Man’s Thanksgiving I How Reservation Indians Enjoy the Day. A Pony Smoke Popular—Killing Theif Own Meat I V. I NTEREST in Thanksgiving day and its observance is just as in¬ tense these days among the reser¬ vation Indians as in college towns where great football games are sched¬ uled to occur. Especially is this true in the southwest, where the Indians have had an opportunity to become thoroughly civilized of late years. The' white people find no more enjoyment in this day of universal cheer than do these same dusky redskins. It is., a da$- of feasting*^ 1 ing, apd MEDICINE MEN DANCE THEIR APPROVAL, gaming, with a big dance at night. Such sport only comes once a year to them nowadays, when they have had to forsake the scalping knife for the plow. Their wild nature revolted at the idea of work, and it has been with much difficulty that the government agents have made farmers out of the young braves. A day of rest and amusement is considered good for their better nature, and the government au¬ thorities are willing that Thanksgiv¬ ing day shall become a festal time for the reservation wards of the nation. The Osages hold a big feast at Paw- huska, their capital city. All members of the tribe are invited to take part in the festiyities.. At. the beginning and end of each meal, and there are many, the aged missionary who lives among them is invited to deliver a short pray¬ er, thanking the Great Spirit for the good things which the agent has sent them. The food is cooked by the squaws, and, while it could be pre¬ pared in a much cleaner and more tasteful manner, the cooking is an im¬ provement over that of a few years ago. The Apaches and Cheyennes are in the habit of holding a pony smoke. Of¬ ten the Osages indulge in this expensive festival. A pony smoke is a friendly meeting of two tribes and is especial¬ ly appropriate for the occasion. The tribe giving the smoke is supposed to bear all the expenses. They provide the best game and vegetables in the market for their guests, and at the end of the first day’s meeting they present a good pony to the head of each family visiting them. As a tribe consists of from 300 to 500 families, the expenses soon mount high. The Osages, being the richest reservation Indians, can better afford to hold pony smokes, and they generally invite several hundred guests from the Poncas, Tonka was and surrounding tribes. Those accepting the ponies are supposed to return the gift with equally expensive ones later on, but few of them are in the position so to do. The Poncas hold every Thanksgiving as a beef issue day. If the agent does not come forward and present them with a herd of cattle for this occasion they mortgage their property and buy cattle of some neighboring ranchman. A beef issue is the most typical and also the most picturesque of Indian Thanksgiving celebrations. For years the government has forbidden the issue of beef after the manner of an old time issue, but on especial occasions they are allowed the amusement of killing their own meat. It is said by the gov¬ ernment officers who succeeded in hav¬ ing the practice stopped that beef is¬ sues tend to make the Indian wilder and more difficult to civilize. A hundred cattle are turned loose in a large pasture. The young men of the tribe are mounted on mustangs and have shining guns. With the good wishes of the squaws and medicine men ringing in their ears, they ride out to kill the cattle. The beasts have no chance for life whatever. The chase is accompanied by an undue amount of wild yelling, while excitement grow® intense in the camp. The smell of fresh blood makes the squaws wild, as it were. After all the cattle have been shot down then the killers give a signal which means that all of the tribe are at liberty to rush forth and secure their, portion. A half beef is awarded to each squaw. The beef is cleaned and cooked on a fire on the open plain, while the medicine men dance their approval and the warriors sing in their glee. The feast follows with more dancing, and the whole day is thus spent, ending late at night with a final gorge— New York Tribune, ! Tha.ivksg iving For Two How Little Dan Cupid Was Aided In His Campaign by a. City Delica¬ tessen Shop By EPES W. SARGENT Copyright, 190It, by Epea W. Sargent I LOSE the window. I cannot ■ stand it!” said the girl, thrust- ing her hatpin back and forth in the velvet with trembling • fingers. The man did as he was told and then turned to her wonderingly. “Can’t stand what?” he asked. “That noise down in the street, those gamins tooting horns and beg¬ ging for pennies. It's so different from —from last year.” The man did not answer at once, but he understood. He could see it all— the big dining room at the farm, the large table In the center with its vivid red cloth and green shaded lamp, flank¬ ed on, one side by plates of apples and nuts and on the other by copies of the American Farmer and the Ransom County Herald. How they had both stood in the door¬ way that last Thanksgiving night for a final glance at the dear old room! And the next time they had entered it, how everything had changed! Death, desolation, the village auctioneer and the foreclosure of the mortgage, all these had come to the little farm in less than twelve months. The two years that Janet had spent in the big city denying herself everything, work¬ ing in an office during the day and in her studio room at night to send home interest money for the mortgage, now represented just so much wasted time. They had both come from Centerville, she as a typewritist and he as a book¬ keeper—both fresh from business col¬ lege. The mighty city had demanded much of their country vitality and en¬ ergy, so that they had seen very little of each other, considering that they had come from the same town, yet somehow both had felt comforted in the thought that the other was within reach of messenger or telephone. Janet had lived very much to herself and her typewriter table, but Herman had managed to see more of the city and absorb more of the city’s ways. That was why lie had discovered a de¬ sirable restaurant where he could se¬ cure their table d’hote dinner for Thanksgiving day at the moderate price of 60 cents each. Now he tried to speak cheerfully and to avoid looking at the hands that trembled and the eyes that would fill in spite of Janet’s strenuous efforts 10 maintain her composure. “Hurry up, Janet!” he said. “The Ramona fills up early, you know.” “I would not care if every table was taken,” she replied impulsively. “Oh, forgive me, Herman, when you are so kind to think of me today, but Thanks¬ giving dinner in a restaurant—you know that seems only for the homeless ones, and it makes me realize more than ever that I belong to that class now.” She looked around the room in which she had gathered the feAv family heir¬ looms brought down from the farm. It did not look homeless to Herman, and its possibilities as the scene of the Thanksgivisg dinner were brought to mind as he caught sight of the handle of a chafing dish sticking out from the cretonne cupboard curtain. “I say, Janejt, we won’t go out. We’ll cook dinner right here.” She sat down very suddenly and stared at him. “Start Thanksgiving dinner at 12 o’clock?” she asked half bitterly. “And will you please tell me how you can cook a dinner by the aid of one oil stove not guaranteed to work and a chafing disli built for two?” “Dead easy,” was his reply as he buttoned up his overcoat and reached for his hat. “You fill the oil stove and get the chafing dish ready and set out your table, and I’ll do the rest.” s Before she could ask any more ques¬ tions the door closed behind him. Me¬ chanically she removed her hat and reached for the gingham apron which she used when preparing her break¬ fasts and luncheons. Her dinners she always took at a nearby restaurant. She lifted the typewriter from its table and hid it in the closet. Then she spread a newspaper over the table. That would! do for the culinary depart¬ ment, she argued. She removed the student lamp from the center table and spread upon it a square piece of plain linen, handed down by Grandmother Harris. Then she went to a trunk which she had never opened since the day it left the farm, and one by one slip lifted out the treasured pieces of family crock¬ ery. There were tears in her eyes now, and they were not bitter tears. She began to feel strangely content. The idea that Herman might fail to pro¬ duce the viands for the feast never entered her head. Somehow or otfier he had always accomplished what he started to do ever since the day he had braved Farmer Green’s bull to steal for her a certain red cheeked apple which she coveted. When she heard Herman’s step at the door she was just putting the chrysanthemum he had brought her to wear into a slender vase to grace the center of the table. As she flung open the door she fairly gasped. The bundle he carried in ei¬ ther arm rose above his shoulder. She sat down weakly on a flat topped trunk by the “kitchen table” to watch him unpack the bundles. He checked off each package. “One can chicken soup, one bottle pickled onions, two turkey drumsticks, ditto slices of white meat, stuffing and gravy, one tin pail of cranberry jelly, one wooden dish filled with mashed po¬ tatoes, one can lima beans, one stalk celery, one mince pie (just see how thick it is with real raisins!), one sack of nuts (have you got a hammer?) and two apples.” Janet looked at the remarkable com¬ bination with eyes turned suddenly grave. “Herman, that cost you more than a table d’hote dinner would, and now how are we going to cook it?” “Most of it was cooked at the deli¬ catessen shop, and haven't we two stoves, or as good as two stoves? Draw out that oil contraption of yours.” She sprang to her feet. In a few mo¬ ments the teakettle was boiling and the water was ready to pour over the coffee in the little French pot, which was then left to drip. The cranberry sauce and the rest of the cold dishes were set forth in brave array on the china from the farm. While the soup cooked in the chaf¬ ing- dish the potatoes and the gravy were all heated in a big saucepan over the oil stove, and when the soup was served the beans took Its place in the chafing dish. And the two young peo¬ ple who had forgotten to be homesick and heartsick seated themselves at ei¬ ther end of a ridiculously small Thanks¬ giving dinner table. At last they sat over their nuts and raisins. Last year they had eaten them in front of a blazing fire. In¬ stinctively Janet glanced toward a ra¬ diator in a distant corner of the room. It did not look cheerful, but the steam was escaping merrily from the valve, and that was something to be thankful for. Then she looked back at Herman. She ought to be thankful for him too. She gave a little sigh of contentment. He looked up quickly. It sounded like old times. “Do you know,” she said wondering¬ ly, “I never supposed this place could be so much like home.” “Home is what people make it— what two people make it,” he cor¬ rected. He had stopped picking over the nuts now and his hands were clasped under the table. He did not want her to see that they were shaking. He had made the plunge so suddenly! “I don’t think this room is just what we ought to have, but we can get a nice little flat of three or four rooms and you would not have to stop your work, so long as you like it so much, but we would make sure the front room was cheerful and light for you to write in. I think it’s a sure cure for homesickness for both of us.” She sat staring at him, at first stolid¬ ly; then gradually the color came into her cheeks and the expression on her face changed. “I don’t understand,” she said, but Herman knew that she understood him perfectly. “I am just offering you a prescrip¬ tion, signed II. Blake, M. D., to be taken three times a day, breakfast, dinner and supper— a husband and a cozy little flat.” Janet was regaining her composure. “With delicatessen cooking?” “Well,” he maintained stoutly, “it is considerably better than poor restau¬ rant food, and when Scollard & Co. wake up to an appreciation of my real worth you can queen it over a real flat and a real maid”— “I think I will try the prescription.” And that is why Herman Blake has always maintained that while most men win their brides by the aid of the florist or the candy maker he wooed Janet through a delicatessen shop. Thanksgiving In Hawaii. The American citizeness in Hawaii can serve a Thanksgiving feast truly American if she does not wish to re¬ strict it to the primitive simplicity of thanks and a hunk of breadfruit fresh from the tree. The Hawaiian towns have their markets, and in that tem¬ perate climate everything can be raised that can be grown elsewhere. For years the American church in Hon¬ olulu has had impressive Thanksgiving services* and. the American ladies, al¬ ways decorate the building with flow¬ ers and appear on that day in then* best new gowns—Newark Call. Wise by Experience. Mrs. Hasher let her boarders decide by vote whether the turkey should be boiled, roasted, broiled, fried, stewed or fricasseed.” “What was the decision?” “The boarders were governed by past experience and voted unanimously that the turkey be put through all the proc¬ esses.” A PURITAN FESTIVAL. How Thanksgiving Was Celebrated In Old New England. Mrs. Rut!! Merrill Clark Hardy of the National Society of New England Women gives in the New York Trib¬ une the following account of a real old fashioned Thanksgiving dinner in Vogue in New England when she was young; “For weeks,” she says, “the prepara¬ tions were going on for this great und only Puritan festival, when the children and grandchildren, from far and near, gathered under the old fam¬ ily rooftree. “Dinner was not served, as now, in courses, but all sorts of good things were placed at once on the table. If the dining table could not be length¬ ened sufficiently to accommodate the increased family group, then smaller ones were placed around the room. The snowy linen was that which had been spun and woven in the house. “Puritan simplicity did not see the need of table adornments outside of the fine white linen, the pears and rosy cheeked apples and the abundance of food. In the center of the table was a roast pig, at one end a big turkey, the choicest of the flock, and at the other a luscious goose. There were cold roast spareribs and always a chicken pie. The rich crust of this pie was decorated on top with the words ‘Give Thanks,’ in pastry letters. For vegetables there were potatoes, onions, turnips and squash; for appetizers, homemade pickles, cider apple sauce, pepper and melon mangoes. There were plates of delicious white and brown bread and the sweetest of but¬ ter. Then followed plum pudding such as only a New England woman can make, mince, pumpkin and apple pie, cranberry tarts and baked sweet ap¬ ples. hickory, butter and hazel nuts. “Tea and coffee were served through¬ out the meal, with the richest of sweet cream, and great pitchers of sweet cider were in evidence, not only at the dinner, but at all times during the day, as was popcorn, -which was al¬ ways enjoyed by the young folks.” AN ARMY THANKSGIVING. The Famous Plum Pudding of the Hawkins Zouaves. “In November, 1862,” said the vet¬ eran who Avas a drummer boy in the famous HaAvkins’ zouaves, “we were in camp at Falmouth, directly opposite Fredericksburg, where many of our command fell a little later. We could get nothing but the ordinary rations, but Ave had prepared for that by start¬ ing a company fund several months be¬ fore for the purpose of supplying a Thanksgiving dinner. There must have been something like $40 in the fund, and our cook kept the disposal of this fund a profound secret. “It seems ridiculous now, but I don’t believe that any child ever waited for the coming of Christmas morning with a keener excitement than we did for that Thanksgiving dinner. When it came at last, we found that the great dish was nothing more jes$ than a good old fashioned plum pudding, rich and savory. I’ll never forget that pud¬ dingy but it was-the only thingwe had. -V<* TVS\.V>-VN*» .»> ,-MI.-i>-W» « THEjREALA \T E X> n - * *\ It had taken all the "company fund to buy the flour and other ingredients for the pudding. “I tell you, though, it seemed mighty good to our stomachs, which had en¬ dured a steady diet of hard tack and coffee for weeks. I don’t believe that a band of street ragamuffins ever tackled a feast with a keener relish than we poor fellows felt when we de¬ voured that pudding.” Porto Rico’s Thanksgiving. In Porto Rico at Thanksgiving time men who go about selling chickens and turkeys carry them in bundles wrap¬ ped with jagua palm. Out of the end of the bundle stick the turkey’s long tail feathers, looking like a feather duster. Moreover, these bundled tur¬ keys are still alive, and the woman who purchases her Thanksgiving bird is compelled to board it until she or her lord and master is ready to kill it for cooking. In that climate refrigerators are rare, and fowls do not keep as long as one might wish. In the markets of Porto Rico the housewife can buy any good things that are possible in America. The market is usually found on the wide plaza, where buying and selling are attended with much din. Black faced women in white, with gay ban¬ danna handkerchiefs about their heads, do the selling, sometimes a couple of little black children tumbling about at their feet. They squat upon the ground among their fruit and vegetables. Pumpkins may be purchased there of a size that would amaze the American housewife. Knowing His Business By A. D. SAYER Copyright, 190k. by the American Press Association N IGHT was falling in the San Carlos valley. Already in the canyon where the Overland express wound around the rocky spurs it was dark enough to show the triangle of red lights on tbe rear sleeper. At Sadler Tom Burns had taken tbe train to haul up grade to Casa Grande and thence down to Los Pinos, tbe end of his run. Tom had taken trains through the mountains for many years, but so far in his career he had never met that terror of the railroad and ex¬ press company, the train robber of the Sierras. At Mogollan the locomotive stood hard breathing under the water tank, while Pease, the express messenger, came forward and watched Tom oiling his engine. “Hello, Sam!” said the engineer as he poked the long nose of his oil can among the frames of No. 47. “Carryin’ any coin with your boxes tonight?” “Dry up, Tom,” returned the express messenger irritably. “It’s none of your business what you haul, is it?” “Got some aboard then, eh?” laughed Tom. “Well, I reckon there’ll be a few of them mountaineers a-lookin’ for us some of these trips.” “I haven’t got much tonight, but somehow I feel queer. Don’t know why I should. I’ve gone through with more plenty of times.” Big Tom finished oiling and put the cap on his oil can. “Don’t you hev no presentiments, Sam,” he remarked, looking around at the lovely country about the water tank. “All ready thar, Jim?” The fireman on the tender nodded and swung back the spout. “Keep your eye open, Tom, on the mountains,” said the express messen¬ ger as he started back to his car. Two hours later the heavy train was pounding the grade within a few miles of the divide. When he sighted the signal lamps of the siding where the eastbound No. 5 should pass him, Tom sent the air to the w'heels to hold her until the switch was opened and he could pull into the siding. Here and there a passenger dropped off the steps of the Pullmans to look up at the fan¬ tastic cliffs above them. The con¬ ductor went into a little shanty serv¬ ing as a telegraph office for the use of passing trains. There was no operator at that poi»t, but most conductors could make shift to report their trains. After a time he came out and went along to the engineer. “Here’s a train order, Tom. Funny, but they were calling when I went in. Usually I have to spend ten minutes getting the dispatcher to take my re¬ port.” Burns took the rough scratch of copy that was handed him and read: Division Headquarters, Nov. 6, 189—. Tr. No. 5, one hour late. Tr. No. 2 will pass 5 at Sandside 7:14. R. P., Div. Dispatcher. Burns climbed into his cab and read the order again. Then he pushed back his cap with a grimy hand and pon¬ dered. Finally he hailed the con¬ ductor, “Say, Bill!” “What’s the matter, Tom?” The en¬ gineer did not reply, and the con¬ ductor hurried forward into the gloom. “Bill, I reckon we’d better not leave.” “Not leave! Why not?” asked the conductor. “Well, I don’t like that order.” “What’s wrong with it?” “It ain’t like R. P. to say why an order’s changed. Usually it’s just an order on”— Burns hesitated a mo¬ ment and then said, “Well, Bill, you know we’re carryin’ somethin’ tonight.” “Tom, you’ve lost your nerve. That order is all right.” “No, I ain’t lost my nerve either. There’s somethin’ about that order that don’t seem natural. I call it a forgery.” “I’ll go over and call up R. P. He’ll know whether he sent his order or not.” While the conductor was gone several passengers came forward to learn the cause of the delay. The conductor came running back. “I got R. P. easily enough. He repeated the order, and here it is.” The new message ran: Cert. Order's all right. Come along quick. R. P. Burns eyed the scratch with a suspi¬ cious eye. Then he picked up his lan¬ tern and oil can and started to work on the engine again. “Hurry up, Tom,” cried the conduct¬ or. “We can’t lay here all night. We’ll tie up the road.” “I ain’t goiu’,” growled Burns. “Man, you’re crazy! There’s the or¬ der and the order repeated.” “I’ve been runnin’ on this road long before you fellows knew a Tonto from a toadstool,” said the engineer, “an’ I know old R. P.’s orders. He never sent no such message as that, an’ here’s where I stay till No. 5 comes along.” “I order you to pull out.” said the conductor. Tom Burns made no reply. A crowd began to grow about the engine, urging upon its members the advisability of pulling him from the place and letting the fireman haul the train. A person in remarkably well fitting clothes now pushed his way to the front. “See here, engineer,” said he, “do you know who I am?” Burns glanced carelessly down and replied: “Stranger, I don’t keep track of ev¬ ery dude what travels over this road.” “I am George Richards on,” continued the carefully dressed man, “and a stockholder in the company. Unless you start immediately I shall report your conduct to the authorities.” “That’s right; fire him!” yelled a few of the nearest. “Well, George,” said Burns, “the only stock I ever held was a new branded steer down in El Paso. Just you wait until you get to the authorities before you report me, will you?” Something in the confident banter of the engineer and in his mysterious sus¬ picion calmed the indignation. There was a momentary hush, and a little child from the sleeper suddenly said: “Papa, I hear nozzer train cornin’. ” Far up the canyon an indistinct rum¬ ble was heard. Louder and louder it blew down on the cold night air. The rails began to sing. A shrill siren rang among the cliffs. Then the headlight blazed into view, and with a blinding whirl of wind and sand No. 5, east- bound, thundered by. The crowd stood amazed till some one, realizing what they had been saved from, yelled: “What’s the matter with the en¬ gineer?” The roar that followed showed con¬ clusively that the majority thought he was all right. Burns lost no time in starting as soon as he could get his hands free from the clasps of the men about him. For some time they rumbled on up the grade, the express car in darkness giving no hint of the agent sitting there with a Winchester across his knees, listening through the whir of wheels for the sound of brakes. Over the summit of the pass and down the western slope the heavy train slid along. Suddenly Burns in¬ stinctively closed the throttle and grasped the brake lever. Far ahead a red lantern swung to and fro across the track. For an instant the great perplexity of a great crisis showed itself on his face. Then muttering, “I’ll risk it anyhow,” he pulled back the throttle again, and the train rushed on. Vig¬ orously swung the red flame of danger, but Burns yelled over the boiler to his fireman: “Track’s clear, Jim, but look out for their lead!” Both men crouched in the cab. But no shots were fired. Burns glanced up suddenly and shut off the steam. A dark mass was taking shape on the track. “Stand by to jump that, Jim!” the en¬ gineer said sharply. The train was binding and pounding under the force of the hard applied brakes. With frightful rapidity the mass ahead seemed to near them. In the gloom it appeared to be a laby¬ rinth of beams and girders hopelessly tangled. In reality it was a few ties and an old rail or two heaped hurriedly on the track. The impact of the nearly stopped train threw some of these off. The locomotive mounted slightly on the others and finally ceased to move. Burns and his fireman jumped down just in time to gaze into revolver muz¬ zles. “Git back on to that engine an’ head down the canyon. 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UJMMSUMlfci Packet 2A Con¬ tains 100 mixed stamps, includ¬ ing curious and unused stomps from Roman States, Constanti¬ nople, Porto Rico, Sweden (official), etc. This packet con- * j i« 1 AtiUf 1 ll Packet 2B Contains 100 mixed stamps, including fine specimens from Egypt, Argentine Repub., Ceylon, Japan, etc. This packet contains duplicates. Postpaid, 10 c. Packet 2C Contains ioo mixed stamps, some old ones, and includes U. S. (early issues), Belgium (Postal Pack¬ et), Roumania, Mexico, Ven¬ ezuela, etc. This packet con¬ tains duplicates. Postpaid, 10 c. PACKET A Con- tains 30 fine different stamps from all quarters of the globe, including Corea, Bulgaria,Costa Rica, Peru, old Salvador, U. S. Locals, etc. Worth about 60 cts. Bargain price, 15 cts. PACKET B Contains 25 stamps from BRITISH COLONIES only, such as Jamaica, Mauritius, Queensland, Western Australia (swan), New Brunswick, etc. 25 varieties, postpaid, only 20 Cents. THE LEE STAMP COMPANY Dept. R, BOSTON, Mass., Station A .< » g'Typi,>>».■>> --.'■«» y> ,».. TH E'REALn ^E23rg£2S22SX5IXE3&2S£ ■» .v .t .-* * r» .-.>»•» ■N. CLIMAX STAflP ALBUH '+ Latest edition, is a beautiful book of loo pages, fully illustrated with fine engravings of the various postage stamps of the world, including the new issues. It is printed on fine, heavy, white paper, and bound to durable, half cloth covers. It will hold a large collection, and is the lat; est and best album for the money. POST FREE, 25 CE1NTS. On Extra-Fine Paper, Worth 50c, Only 35 Cents. THE WORLD STAMP ALBUM Is the best low-priced-edition album on the market to-day. It is thoroughly up to date, with illustrations of various foreign stamps, and spaces lor about 2,300 specimens, and strongly hound in heavy paper covers. Just the hook for the beginner. That the book lias already passed through sever¬ al editions, mid thousands of copies have been sold, is en¬ dorsement enough. LAST EDIT’N. 2 O fTC POSTPAID. lO The "WASHINGTON" Album' y win' ■ for the Stamps of the ■ UNITED STATES and Ihc U. S. COLONIES EH ZD sir n wr r 11 rr i r i h i i mi m w«w^ont&ins regular fil J P ac **-with dr 5Criptioo <, 1 f o r ■ ! fcll the United ffjKft l S»a«es stamps, |n e «et a popular pr. $2.25. All post free. The same, to hold 60 stamps, per 12, ioc.; 50, 30c.; loo, 60c.; 1000, $5. All post free. A CHEAPER GRADE, to hold 20 stamps, per 20, 7c, postage 2c, Per 100, 25c, postage 9c. Per 500, 7 oc i expressage extra. Used by the largest dealers, Ar© sent to agents with the sheets, This blank saves the dealer oceans of tiffie as there are no long letters to head and no addresses to copy oft, the agent writing his address twice, one address to be torn off and pasted to envelope containing next lot of Stamps, Order Hank also printed on same sheet, PER 50, POST FREE, IOC. IQOj 18c. Send for price in quantities, J, W. SCOTT’S “BEST” ALBUM contains spaces for all issues of for¬ eign and U. S. stamps. Fully illus¬ trated, durably bound in half-cloth covers, elegantly printed. Latest edi¬ tion, $1.00; postage, 25c extra. 100 HAMBURG ETC. Catalog[ued over One Dollar I Jilso our big illustrated BQOI£ all about and __© flor 427/17 r HIT Send for the above this minute if OUr wonae rjui ^ y 0 » have not already written us this year. AGENTS WANTED Fifty per cent, commission. Saleable stamps. A PERFORATION GAUGE and millimeter scale, also booklet invaluable to agents, FREE to every new sgtnt. A STAMP BUSINESS FREE NO TOY, BUT A LARGE AND COMPLETE STOCK OF STAMPS AND STAMP SUPPLIES, together with full directions for starting and operating an immense stamp business on a good-paying basis, will be GIVEN FREE to the person who sends us the most cash for stamps, or other goods we sell, before the last day of JUNE, 1906 This contest is open to both agents fgSlpgi A Mew Hinge. ^^THE NEW HINGE comes already bent for use. Machine cut. The bending saves half your time. The cheapest and best hinge to buy- Per large box 1000 cut and bent hinges, 11 cents, post free. 0ummeb paper. FOR HINGING STAMPS ON Sheets,into albums, etc. Never use cheap mucilage, as it often discolors stamps in the course of a few months. Cut your own binges from our superior grade of gummed paper,per large sheet only 4 cents. STAMPS interest to lectors Immense Bargains in Stamp Books l ORDER BOOKS BY NUMBER ONLY. No. 8. Prices We Pay for Old and Pres¬ ent Issue Used Postage Stamps of Foreign Countries, including Canada. Il¬ lustrated withover 2 oo engravings. Postpaid .08 No. 15. Prices We Pay for the Used Ad¬ hesive and Envelop© Stamps of the United States. About 275 specimens priced. Postpaid..,...-..O S and those who buy from our retail lists. We give you credit for every 5 cents you send us up to the last day of June, when the accounts are reck-| oned up. Following is a list of goods sent with this stock: 2000 Mixed U. S. Stamps, including stamps cataloguing as high as 50c each. 5000 Foreign Stamps from All Parts of the World, including stamps cat¬ aloguing as high as 50c each. Complete Stock of Books, Albums and other publications. Complete stock of Approval Sheets, Envelopes and All Office Stationery. Price Lists to Advertise Your Stock. Your Advertisement in the Leading Stamp Paper. Full Instructions for Conducting the Business. OTHER PRIZES. For the next largest amount sent us we will give a stock of stamps, includ¬ ing 2000 specimens catalogued from 1c to 50c each, a lot of publications, price lists and full directions. For the next largest amount we will give a fairly complete stock of stamps including specimens cataloguing to oiKa NOW IS THE TIME TO BEGIN TO SAVE UP TICKETS. No other stamp concern offers its agents and customers such inducements as this. i ww >i ii>wf i 'ir v DIE-CUT HINGES. Huh Hinge, die-cut, 1000. .09 La France, imported tasteless- gum paper hinge, 1000.13 Hygienic Hinge, pure gum arabic and antiseptic onion-skin paper, hand coated, 1000. .18 Jumbo, very large for envelopes, revenues, etc., already bent for use, 500 .11 CATALOG OF STAMPED ENVELOPES. The prices of all envelopes were included in the 1903 Scott Otalog. We have a few copies left which we are selling at 25c each. No. 16. Prices We Pay for the Revenue Stamps of the United States. Postpaid...05 Tha above three catalogues postpaid for..........12 No. 4. Shorthand in One Hour. Learn the alphabet and rules of this wonderful system of rapid shorthand writing in one hour. Complete Instruction book, postpaid,,,,.........IO No* 14. Prices We Pay for all the U. S, Coins actually worth over face. Perhaps worth a small fortune to you. Postpaid.08 NO. 17. Book of Magic. Illustrated. Tricks and how to perform them. Postpaid... ......08 NO-18 Book Of Puzzles. Nearly 100 rebuses, riddles, charades, elc., illustrated, and with cor¬ rect answers. They teach you how to read puz¬ zles in the papers that offer prizes. Postpaid,08 No. 19. Foreign Money Tables for stamp and coin collectors, giving value in U. S. gold of moneys used by the different nations . Postpaid... .....08 No. 20. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS. Complete Guide, Profusely Illustrated containing well written articles on stamps, meaning of the term “Philately,” locals, counter¬ feits, reprints, surcharges, perforations, Water¬ marks, stamp auctions, minor varieties, etc. Something new for the older collectors—a ne¬ cessity to the beginner. Postpaid.15 No- 21. Collectors Own Catalogue of the Postage Stamps of All Nations. Latest edition. Illustrates, prices and describes the stamps of the world, complete from A to Z in one volume. A book as necessary as an album. What are your stamps worth? Look them up. Postpaid........IO No. 22. COLOR DICTIONARY for Stamp Collectors. Describes and illustrates the colors for postage stamps, defining such terms as vermilion, ultramarine, puce, etc., as used in catalogues and albums. Contains color plates and samples of wove, laid, fawn, amber andother papers. Postpaid..08 No. 23. How to Make Money in the Stamp Business, by a dealer of long experi¬ ence. Tells how to buy, sell and advertise to * advantage, how to get started, how to systemat- izethe business and keep the books. A complete guide to the management of a successful stamp business. Postpaid. 25 No. 24 The War Tax of 1898. Copy of the Bill giving list of documents, etc., upon which the revenue stamps are found. Postpaid.05 No. 25. Home-made Devices for Stamp Collectors. Tells how to make for little ex¬ pense, all kinds of albums, stock books, stamp files, cartLsystems, stamp cabinet, hinges, tongs, watermark revealer, etc. Illustrated with dia- grams. Postpaid. IO QPFflAI • Any s i n &k book above will be 01 Lvl/iL» sold at the price to the right. The entire set of books listed above, comprising a com¬ plete collector’s library, priced at $ 1 . 33 , and actu¬ ally worth twice as much, will be sent postfree for only $ 1.00 Printed Envelopes pack!ts mp THE LEE STAMP CO Importers, Publishers and Dealers Dept. R., BOSTON, MASS., Station A (As to our reliability, we refer to the publishers of The Youth’s Realm) NS U» l H by 2%inches as per cut, 25 6c, pos¬ tage ic.; 100 20c, post 3c. 500 60c, post 12c. MS 3, by 3 % inches, 25 for 8c, post ‘ic. 100, 25c post 4c.; 500 90c,post 18c. SAME, | not printed, ’No. I, per I O O, IO c, post 3c. Per 500 30c, post f* No. 3, per 100, 15c, post 4c. Per 500, post 18c. PERFORATION GAUGES. For the detection of counterfeits, varieties, etc. Inch and millimetre scale attached. 5 s Absolutely accurate. A necessity