BADIN BULLETIN Pact Nini
VICTORY GARDENING
storage potatoes are the best seed for
planting, unless one can buy seed
•■om a crop planted in July the previous
*®^son, that have been kept in a cool
and have not sprouted. If potatoes
sprouted, and the sprouts rubbed
^ ’ it weakens the plant, and therefore
j ®^ort crop is produced. Several per-
in Badin have told me about burn-
their potato vines with Paris jjreen.
• ® potato bug is one of the easiest of
®cts to control that we have to con-
With. Keep in mind that it is the
^Ujfs—those that are soft bodied—
do the most eatinjj. Paris pi’een,
of lead, or some of the other
poisons that can be purchased
t>ut any druK store should be
after a rain, or once every week
I
I’"*"'-'’
,®^ould be mixed with air-slaked
Used in the dry form, in the
a tt small tablespoonful to
floi,* *^*'*en thoroly, and put into a thin
ill tjj and shake over the plants
''iiies '*'®*''iinK, when the dew is on the
as a liquid, mix one table-
litn'* I’uris green and one quart
two gallons of water. He
tij'^ spraying, to keep the solu-
S stirred. A good plan, when
a* •' spraying machine, is to
«n
Sfnall whisk broom, and whisk
plants. As I staled in my
Juno issue, always use
insecticide together. Hor-
^to '’^'^Ure is used by a groat many
*"'*''’’ei's as a carrier for Paris
»-G. S. Aktiiur
Grace for Gardens
Lord God in Paradise,
Look upon our sowing.
Bless the little gardens
And the good green growing:
Give us sun.
Give us rain.
Bless the orchards
And the grain.
Lord God in Paradise.
Please bless the beans and peas.
Give us corn full on the ear—
We will praise thee. Lord, for these!
Bless the blossom
And the root.
Bless the seed
And the fruit!
Lord God in Paradise,
Over my brown field is seen.
Trembling and adventuring,
A miracle of green.
Send such grace
As you know.
To keep it safe
And make it grow!
Lord God in Paradise,
For the wonder of the seed.
Wondering, we praise you. while
We tell you of our need.
Look down from Paradise,
Look upon our sowing.
Bless the little gardens
And the good green growing!
Give us sun.
Give us rain,
Bless the orchards
And the grain.
Louise Driscoll
In New York Times
I Like the Employee
who is working with a definite purpose
in view.
Who realizes that the boss may have a
perfectly good reason for wanting some
thing done in a certain way.
Who won’t “stall” when he doesn’t
know.
Who doesn’t go around with an expres
sion that says, “They pick on me!” but
stands firmly on his two feet for a square
deal.
Who has as cordial a greeting for the
janitor as for the boss.
Who doesn’t ask “Whaddayou think I
am?” when asked to do something not in
his line of duty, but says, “Yes, sir!”
with a smile—and does it.
Who stands always for the institution
that employs him, and its standards, its
management, and its fellow-workers.
Whose sails are adjusted to the wind,
and who, like Pollyanna, sees something
to be glad about.
W’hose time is well proportioned ac
cording to the work he has to do.
Who can choose wisely between the
worthless and the worth while; who looks
ahead, and is not blinded by the impulse
of the moment.
Whose conduct is the same whether he
is under the boss’ surveillance or not.
Who is not a dolt, a killjoy, a dare
devil, a dowdy, a smarty, nor a saint.
Mrs. J. Dawkins, 122 Walnut Street,
had the first flowers in bloom in Badin
this spring. Incidentally, her front yard
is now a mass of blooms; and so are
those of her neighbors. They look good.