The Harvester World: Volume 4, number 10, October 1913

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been connected have they had such crowds as they are having here at Fremont. I prophesy that this will be of tremendous value to the farmers who are having the chance to study the possibilities of farm power at first hand. In many parts of this country there is a periodic hay famine, or else a scarcity of fodder, but so far we have never had a fuel oil famine. A meet like this teaches the people that there are tractors of all sizes for all farms, and that with the good market value which has existed of late years for hay and oats, it will oftentimes be a paying proposition to have a gas or kerosene driven power plant do the work and sell the feed which otherwise would be required to main¬ tain a greater number of horses."
Each morning from 1,000 to 3,000 people went on the field, following the tractors, and in the evening the same number returned with the greater part of the field on them.
Hundreds of autos were pressed into service in going and coming from the grounds at fifty cents per press. The most popular vehicles of all, the ones which were loaded at all times, were the I H C motor trucks.
They were free.
Max Busselle,  son of the old  man, won his spurS as
Daniels, Lenker, Jones, Gibson and other passengers in Max Busselle's "by-plain"
an amateur motorman and had his car been a pay-as- you-enter affair. Max could have retired. In the ab¬ sence of seats, there was standing room only.
Among the important personages, as distinguished from the mere persons who were there, were W. H. Town of Des Moines, courtly and gallant as usual; J. T. Gibson of the same place, although not placed the same; R. W. Johnston of Lincoln, who put the "t" in his name lest people should imagine he came from Minnesota; his assistant, J. H. Baldwin, whose name is much less descriptive of liim than it is of certain other members of our force who get their hair cut with their hats on; C. P. Kilborne of Sioux City, clerical and observant as of yore; C. A. Claypool of Ft. Dodge and L. L. Lease of Crawford, Neb. Each one had his own particular field of usefulness at the demonstration and each saw that someone else did it. This method of procedure shows the true executive. Signs of enthu¬ siasm marked the entire week from the time when the first engine started to exhaust until the water-melons were exhausted. The only hitch in the whole affair were those between the plows and the engines. From beginning to end, in fact, the Fremont  demonstration
Said Aspenwall to Bradley
was as smooth as Ed. Daniels. J. U. Lyons was on hand, preach¬ ing the gospel of adver¬ tising. The golden text of his theme was that if we must economize, not to make advertising the goat but to cut out green hats instead.. Ad¬ vertising was one of the main features of the event. Huge signs marked both the places where the engines have trod and where the plows turned things
over. In one case where the sign had not been properly readjusted, a new man not acquainted with our organiza¬ tion asked if the gentleman in the loud suit, talking to Mr. Claypool, was Mr. Haskins.
It was.
It was reported that one reason why the large plow companies persisted in displaying their signs so con¬ spicuously was for fear that the field would be mistaken for a golf links on which Lauf man, Frary, Pape and Holaban had been limbering up for a game.
The Milwaukee works were represented by Mr. Rob¬ inson, Mr. Sperry and Mr. Wild, and from the ideas which they brought home with them one would judge that plowing in heavy gumbo soil was no longer an ex¬ periment.
Many of the papers have full accounts of this dem¬ onstration which I H C men can read with profit but none of them have so far solved the mystery which cast its gloom over the gathering from the second day out.
This mystery was—who were the party or parties who put the "pie" in Pilant.
THE MANLY MAN
" Doesn't it humiliate you to have to go through life this way?" asked the sympathetic woman as stie pur¬ chased a photograph.
"Yes, ma'm," replied the Bearded Lady. "If it wasn't for my wife and the kids I'd throw up the job to-day." — Cincinnati Enquirer.
How men used to risk their lives