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APRIL. 1915

No. 17



Part 1

1 he clay was drawing to a close
In a military camp near Warsaw
lour Russian officers sat in grave
consultationi. An attack from the
combined German and Austrian
forces was expected on the morrow.
Although the Russians greatly out-
numbered the enemy, they had long
sii e learned to fear the gn:n de-
termination and devastating fury
(if ire Teutons. Xow, as in tir.ies
past, order and discipline dwarfed
sirperioritv of numbers into insig-
nificance. The .Russians have re"
alized this. The table piled high
with documents, charts and maps,
and above all the absence of the
usual beverageA'oclka, gave cfnpk
testimonv to the solemnity of the

Suddenly the noble defenders of
Czari m and organized tyranny
were disturbed by a tumii't outside.

The next instant an old man whose
description is given quite accurately
in Sir Walter Scott's "Ivanhoe"'
rushed into the tent, followed by
a guard and a number of subalterns.
The guard reported that the old
CD.'screant had hrushed by him with-
out giving the countersign. In
accordance with the lavs of the
War Department, he must speedi 1 y
impart his errand or be court-mar-
tialed and hung as a spy.

"Jew", said the officer in com"
mand, with all the contempt pecul-
iar to a Russian in authority, what
brings you here? Your conduct
calls for interpretation. How dared
you disturb officers in the service
of his blessed majesty, Emperor
Nicolas TT?"

The aged man tore open his
coal, baring a breast marked with
several ugly scars. "Sir'', he said
in a quiet supplicating tone, "behold


these marks. They were iufiicted
lone: betore you weie boiii. i served
my M-nioeror in the Crimean \\ ar,
biaveiy ana valiantly. Three of my
sons are even now buried on the
batt.c-field. The whereabouts of
the fourth one, barely nineteen, I
know not. Perchance he too paid a
soldier's debt. Rapine and pillage
have reduced me to the degradation
of poverty. I urgently request you
now, permit me to join the soldiers
ranks. Let my life and sorrow 7
terminate in the din and thick of

The officer in 'command .was
dazed. The other three too were
bewildered. His .sternness melted.
His ppeech was softened and re-
spectful. "Father," he said, " I
doubt not in the least tha y v _i "i r e
a loyal and faithful subject. I be-
lie, c loo {hit you w.. "~ a brave
soldier in your day. Xow, however
the infirmities of age possess you.
We have very little uniforms and
ammunition to spare Besides, in
your i rvsent condition you would
be of little service to his Gracious

Saying this the officer turned to
iv comp; irons. The old m.«n
though was not to be easily re-
pulsed. "Sir," he cried in a bitter
tone, somewhat 'imperative, civic
and political rights we have not.
Even the congested Pale of Settle-
ment is now the scene of terror and
desolation,. Would you also deny
us a soldiers' death?"

What the officer's reply might
have been it is difficult to assert.

The inner partition of the tent
opened, anl a tall youth hastily
made his way to the group. His
(j-i/neanor, hearing 'and uniform)
plainly showed him to be an officer
of some rank. His left arm was
in a sling, a disability resultant
from a recent engagement. For
a moment he and the old man re-
garded each other. Then there
was a wild outrry, "Father!" "Son r
a hearty embracing was followed
hy scalding hot tears. The pent
up barriers of misery an d suffering-
burst their hounds. ; EmotionaL
outbursts, like terrific storms
spent thiem.selves. There they

stoad side by side, a tragedy two
mTeniums old. The father bent,
•rrf'g.'c'd, 'fetMe; the son tall,
straight, with gleaming sword and
epaulets. "Father," suddenlv the
youth demanded, "how came you
here? Where are my sisters? Is
not the town protected "

The officers regarded the scene
with a certain degree of amaze-
ment. One of the world's trag"
edies was being enacted under their
very eyes. The aged man's head
sank on his bosom. Hi,s voice
seemed to issue from the depths
of the heart — I might sav from the
recesses of the soul. Rage, grief
and bitter resentment were concen-
trated and strangelv blended in
his aggravating words. "Mishka,
my son ! Flesh of my flesh, blood
of imv blood. Xone but thy father's
hand is responsible for the death
of thy sisters."



\\ Ik'i :,'" all shouted in con,?ter

Hie aged Jew raised his head
until his burning cadaverous eyes
ed scrrn and defiance on the
astounded officers.'. ' "Mishka."
and his stern voice seemed to issue
from the hollows of his hreast."the
wrath of the Lord has heen upon
the town. A detsr.hmient of those
hell-fiends were sent to protect it.
i those robbers, pillagers and
murderers, from whose demoral-
ization the Russian inhabitants
have suffered since the days of
Ivan, the Terrible."
The answer was brief, but sound.
Mishka"s right hand worked with
the rapidity of a slight- of -hand
performer. In less Vr.v.e than it
takes to relate his epaulets were
rolling under his feet. His sword
might have shared a similar fate.
"Hold !"' cried the officers simul"
taneously. They all kn^w and
understood. The Russian Co,sack
knows no love of God, no fear of
punishment, no respect for man-
kind or womankind. He is barbar-
ous Russia's license! hucaneer.

The tortures of others are his
delight. Frrm< his depredations the
Russians have groaned si 1 " :e the
sixteenth century. Tie ushesitating-
ly breaks the barriers of property
and tramfples to the dust the honor
of wrrmn.

Still the officers liked Mish'.vd.
His training in. the Kieff Polvtech-
nioile Institute had made him a
valual^e soldier. They meant to
save him if possible.

Part 11

The next day dawned clear and
bright. The can p was a bus)
scene. < run ■ were polished, detach-
ments drilled, canno;>i oiled, arr.iryu-
nition counted and distributed, rolls
called. A little aside frcm, the
rest sat the aged father conversing
with his crippled aid only survi-
ving son. All the soldiers of the
camp treated them with deference.
The patretic story had long since
travelled through the corps. The
Jewish soldiers wept in sympathy;
the Polish ar { d 'Russian merely,
shrugged their shoulders or shook
their head : . The tragedies of
war are numerous, and the actors
in the midst of it all become quite
immune to their pathos

Think you they'll permit me
to die near you, Mishka?'' asked
the wretched parent.

"I begged them to," said the son.

"Three hundred and fifty thous"
ard of us, fighting for a cause
that is not ours ! Just think of it !
ejaculated the old man vehemently
"I reallv hope they will compensate
the surviving. Will not even our
life blood melt the heart of the
Czar : "

"Compensate us they will," said
Mishka ironically. "They will send
the Cossacks to scandal our moth-
ers, dishonor our sisters, abuse
our children and do -polish our prop-
ertv, while we are fighting our
brethern from across the boundary.
And if that is not sufficient the
Little Father of Petrogi'ad may
have other surprises in store tor


his 'Beloved Jews'. There are
the Siberian mines with their exiles
the massacres of Kishenioff, Zito-
mir and Kieff. What else do yen

At this juncture Mishka was
summoned to the tent of ^ the
commander., "After a long ynd
deliberate contention,/' Said tihat
dignitary, we have decided to enlist
your father in the infantry. This
note will procure the ammunition
and arms.'' Mishka took the pre-
cious messrge to the provision'
commissioner. An hour later

father and son stood armed in uni-
form in the first rank of the
Warsaw Infantry.

Part III

The next day the roll was called.

The fierce Austro — 'Get-Ban on-
slaught had been met and repulsed .
Among the missing were Mishka
and his father. The crimp bore;
the sad impressions of slaughter
and ruin. Occasionally \a soldier
would turn as if to speak to his
comrade of yesterday, bu': finding
the space vacant would turn in

Late during the day the com-
manding officer made his rounds
tli rough the hospital tents. Though
hardened by good training in legal-
ized barbarism, ne could not help
but shudder. Now and then the
agonizing shrieks of one soldier or
the death-throb of another would
break the 'Solitude. Yet nothing
•ould dispel the gloom which per-

vaded the camp. Around the
berths labored the nurses, vainly
trying to lighten and relieve the
agony and suffering of wrecked
bodies and tormented souls . Every"
where the futility of their efforts
was manifest. The angels of mercy
cannot counteract the atrocities
greed and violence created.

Something tvrausual biiloke 'She
trend of the officer's thoughts.
There upon a berth was Mishka's
father, the wretiih of yesterday,
the dying wreck of today. Bending
over him and administering all
possible comfort was Miriam, a
volunteer Jewess. The gemilne
kindness which radiated from her
face eclipsed the badge of the
"Sisters of Mercy". She we't and
worked alternately, as he could see
by the saturated condition of the
pillow. The officers exnmnation
d^dosed a startling coincidence.
A bullet penetrated the very spot
the Crimean War had only scarred.
The old man opened his eyes and
looked around wildly. "Ah/* he
cried, "the Turks, the Turks, the
Allies! Mishka, where are you?"

"Peace, father-" said the officer
in command, you told the truth in
the first place. Your son has paid a
soldier's debt.

"The God of re Fatners -'.y?

blessed" said the old man feeb'y

"I must join th r:< now." He

closed his eyes and was no more.

Louis Raskin. '16


Iht GUrcntr

BENJAMIN WADE, Editor-in-Chief



SOLOMON SHAPERO, Business Manager
LEON FLEISHMAN, Advertisements JULIUS SIEGEL, Circulation

Published monthly by the Students in the Interest of the National Farm

Address Communications to -Business Manager, Farm School, Bucks Co., Pa.
Yearly Subscription, $1.00 by mail.
Entered at the Post Office at Farm School as Second Class Matter.


Another year rolled 'by. Once
more the Farm School gates have
been thrown open to welcqerbe an"
other Freshman class, to devour
specimens of humanity known as
the Agricultural type and try to
teach them scientific agriculture.
Well, we must welcome them. So
with outstretched arms and mother-
ly love we welcome you, Freshies.
We promise and sob run ly swear
that we shall not forsake you; we

will take care of you and gladly
nurse you to the best of our ability.
We are confident that you landed
here in this 'institution for the.
noble purpose of perfecting your
self as agriculturists and men.

It is quite difficult and almost
:i~r>.possi'ble to make an agriculturist
out of a city bred being and a man
out of a Freshman. But here v:e
do the possible and the impossible
becrmes possible., So.


with you. Tt is impossible for you the school there is something- in

to run our school so do the possible
and take active interest in all
student activities. Support our
Athletic Associaiioi and uphold
the Gkianer by subscribing. Show

you. Show us there is something
in a Freshman. Fall in line and
erjist your aid and your Farm
School days will be well spent.


The blood that's sleeping
Is slowly creeping

Upward, onward, into life!
Stop your yawning,
Spring is dawning ; ■

We are readv for the strife.

How does it feel to be locked in
your room when you know your
team is playing. Well, then, you
know our feelings this past bleak
winter when we had nothing to do
but "yap"' about the baseball team.
Xow, at last, baseball is a reality !
Sure, did we not enjoy our first
practice already ?

Beware, ye opponents ! Farm
School is turning out a team this
year which we predict will be the
strongest that ever represented the
school. For the full value of this
statement, investigate last year's

- ball record.

The candidates for the many po-
sitions are striving hard, for the
competition this year is exceedingly
great. Some of the veterans will
have a severe tussle to secure berths
on the 'Varsity, as the freshmen
have good baseball material in their
class who are making a strong bid
for 'Varsity positions.

We have many Frank Bakers,
Ty Cobbs and Mathewsons among
the freshmen ( according to their
own opinions), but we trust Captain
Kaufman will verify these facts
and not be influenced by the sweet,
wholesome innocence of these dar-
ling freshies. S. D., '16.



Harry Shor. Editor

3itst:rc in i!u s Amrrirrut fflntmvx


American methods of farming has land, thirty-two ;while the United
often been severely maligned for its States produced only fifteen bush-
inferiority to methods in European els. Tn the production of oats, Eur
countries. From time to time ope has been equally successful.
worthy editors of newspapers and Germany produced fifty-five bush-
magazines, railroad magnates, econ el's.; Austria Hungary thirty-five:
omists and other men of high pr< trr France, twenty-eight; and England
inence, have lamented the fact of forty- five: while the United States

nallness of the crops produied produced twenty-nine,

by American farmers in como.irlson In ths Production of rye. England

leads with a yield of thirty cue
bushels : Austria Hungary twenty
els : and the L n, : ted States with
seventeen bushels.

The same is true in the production
of potatoes ;we are far behind ;Eng_
acre and the excellence of his stock ] ariC j s v;ith nvo hundred and

and dairy product.-. thirty'eight bushels ; Germany, one

During the last dq:ade, the wheat hundred and fifty four bushels;

Austria Hungary, one hundred and
twenty five : France, one hundred

and twenty two bushels ; and the
Hungary nineteen - United State , with ej?htv Gne lyish _

France, twentv two

\- hh the results obtained by the
European landtillers. The German
farmer has often been greatlv ex-
tolled for the enormous yields of
wheat. i\c, and other cereals to the

production per acre of Ge
was thirty bushels; cf Ar- •'

and of Eng- els.


Apparently, statistic? tend to cor-
roborate the various cries of our
influential men of industry, yet a
careful scrutiny of actual condi-
tions will lead to a contrary
thought. It is true that Germany
and England raise thirty bushels
of wheat to our fifteen. That their
cereal and potato yields are far
above our own. Yet, does it neces-
sarily follow that European agri-
cultural methods are far ahead of
our own?

The average farm of the above
mentioned countries is of an ex-
ceedingly small area, and large
tracts are only owned or controlled
by rich land owners, a remainder
of the old feudal system. The land
has long been cropped for count-
less generations. Each nook and
corner has been reduced to such a
state as to yield the maximum
amount of produce. The popula-
tion i< so large that every piece of
available soil is utilized. The aver-
age farms owned by the peasant?
are only of a few acres in extent
and have been handed down from
generation to generation. Thus,
each soil has gradually been stud-
ied by years of experience, and
the best suited crop put to it.

In the United States land has
not yet become so valuable except
in the near proximity of cities, that
all land should be made available.
The soil is yet comparatively
new and tin worked. The farm-
steads are of larger areas, giving
room for operations on a large

scale with machinery and
The AnTrrican does not like to
wcrk with his hands alone, he has
not yet reached that state. He pre-
fers to raise fifteen bushels with
a lefo expenditure of labor and a
greater area whereon to devote his
efforts, than does the patient Euro-
pean husbandman, who devotes hi s
energies with a greater amount of
labor, to raising large crops within
cc mparatively small boundaries.

Let us consider the social side
i i the Question. The European
peasant, although he has been long
established on the soil, has not had
a chance to acquire education. It
was only a few generations ago,
that the peasants were subject to a
feudal system which netted him un-
conditional servitude, and they are
only just beginning to wake up.
His work keeps him from morn to
evening in unceasing toil, and his
remuneration is small.

In America the farmers have
never been under a state of servi-
tude. Thev have alwavs owned
their own lands and have, therefore,
had a larger scope for advance-
ment. The American has attained
a higher standard of living. He is
not satisfied with a mere scanty
living wage, he aims for an educa-
tion for himself and his children
strives to enjoy the comforts of life.

The American farmer works to
live, while the European peasant
lives to work.


ischts vf the fir n cm

The dairy herds at the Main,
and N T os. in m^ No. i Farms
have boon greatly improved by the
addition of pure and grade heifers,
which prove to be as good in milk
production as their dams now in
our barns.

It seems to manifest that line
breeding within certain bounds is
a desirable method for building up
a good herd.

Work on the preparation of the
fields is in full swing.

Peas and oats for soiling have
been drilled in on all the farads.

At Farm Xo. 1 1 1 two acres of
oats and one acre of early potatoes
were planted.

The orchard department has
completed the dormant spray of


We are getting very efficient
service from our fifteen hundred
'"Hall Mammoth" Incubator. The
hot water system employed gives
a more regular temperature, be-
sides being more economical of
fuel than lamp incubators of the
same capacity, that we have used
in the past.

\\ e have had four successful
hatches of Rhode island Reds.
Some custom hatching for the
bordhook Seed Farms is also be-
ing done.

The chicks at Farm Xo. in are
doing very well. This year we are
raising Barred Plymouth Rocks.
B. E, '16.



We have been very successful
with our forcing for the Easter
market. ( )ver five thousand plants
have been disposed of. Among
the many varieties that were sold
are hyacinths, iris, narcissus, tu-
lips, daffodils, geraniums, calla-lil-
ies, lilium giganteum, spiraea jap-
onica and carnations.

Cuttings from chrysanthemums,
coleus and achyranthes have been

( >ur early vegetable seedlings
are doing very nicely. Those that
are still in the greenhouses are cel-
ery, eggplants, parsley, pepper.
spinach and tomatoes. The hardier
varieties as cabbage, cauliflower,
lettuce and brussels-sprouts have
been set out into the cold frames.

A. S. L.. '16.





Maxwell Barnett, '17, Editor

(Class of tin a

Oass af »1$1Z"

Shapi — What are you so sad
about, Reel?

Red — O, notin', did you see them
guys that graduated ? They had
them papers, yer know, with them
gold seals and everybody shook
hands with 'em. I wish I was in
their boots.

Shapi — Gwan, Red, yer don'
meen it. Don't yer like ter be a
Senior. You kin knock "Sher-
man's War" out of a freshman.

You kin go around and do

nothin', yer know.

lied— Well ! I'll tell yer, I think
it's all right to be a Senior.

You bet it's all right to be a

You can make love to the matron,
or steal a look

At winsome Mary, or hug the cook.

You can strut about and in man-
ner rough

Say you're a Senior, and that's
enough. B. W., 'i6.

We are now noble Juniors and
have elected the following for the
coming year : Samuel Wolff, pres-
ident; Isaac Shapiro, vice presi-
dent; Maxwell Barnet, secretary-

To celebrate the event, we had
a "swell feed" at Go&s' Hotel which
will not be forgotten by any of us.

To us now belongs Penn Hall,
the Junior dining table and the
< ireenhouse bench.

We expect to be well represent-
ed on the 'Varsity baseball team.
M. B„ 'i 7 .


Rah ! rah ! rah !
Pa ! pa ! pa !
Ala ! ma ! ma !
A nipple.



^ttsrjtrg £$&tittv

With the departure of the grad-
uating class, we had to part with
the services of Messrs. Shor, Klein
and Hellfand, to whose efforts suc-
cess of the society was largely due.

During the last month we scored
a victory over the New Britain Lit-
erary Society in a debate, "Resolv-
ed, That Immigration Be Further

Restricted in the United States."
We were represented by Messrs.
Wade and Fischlowitz, who argued
for the affirmative, while New
Britain, who were represented by
Messrs. Conard and Roberts, op-
posed chem.

Through unforeseen circumstan-
ces Mr. Wade resigned as presi-
dent of the society, and Mr. Billeg
was elected his successor.

H. S., T6.

Ittekxuttr, ^Ti^slties

Fresh ie, dear, we greet you,
We love your greenish ways,

We're very glad to meet you ;
Long live your freshmen days.

At nine o'clock in the evening,
We'll enter your little room,

Your bed you will be leaving,
Prepare to Meet Thy Doom !

You'll be thrown into the trough,
Then tied to a chestnut tree.

We'll not treat you very rough,
Oh, no! Just wait and see.

Caruso you must imitate

As you take a trombone slide,

Then you'll try to besitatc,

While you do the slippery glide.

The little calves in the barn
Just love to play and dance

The)' mean not to do you harm,
It with you they take a chance.

Now, of course you feel quite blue
For pulling you out of bed ;

We will not be mean to you.
So we'll paint your "'feelings"

Then in a drama you must act,
While we throw rotten eggs ;

We'll tie you to the railroad track,
By both your hands and legs.

The train comes rushing through
the night.

In fear you'll groan and scream ;
And then to your great delight,

You'll find it all a dream.

After all is said and done,
And with hazing we are thru;

You must look at every one,
And politely say, "Thank - you!"
S. DORFM AN, '16.



With tears of joy, leaping heirts
and outstretched aims, we welcome
you to our ranks. But as the meek
lamb, to its mother for protection
looks, so look ye, to the noble Se-
niors and Juniors who are always
trying to protect you from harm.

i. Study periods, freshies, were
made only for the professor to at-
tend. Don't bother yourself about
going, as it is a waste of time You
will be given extra credit if you
observe this rule.

2. The napkin? en the dining
table were placed there for wrap-
ping up sandwiches to take along
with you, when through with your
meal. But it is advisable to let
the matron know you are taking it.

3. The Athletic Association
wishes to inform the worthy fresh-
men that the bibs and nippled milk
bottles may be had at cost price for
freshmen only at the A. A. stand
in the Main Building- basement — to


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