cotton for another can stir up so much resentment among business men, how much more indignation and resentment should substitution arouse among the women whose business is that of buying wisely for their homes, their families and themselves?

If not for the sake of others, if not for the

sake of honesty in trade, at least for your own sake make up your mind to do your part in this fight for integrity and fair dealing. Get what you call for. It is your money that you are spending. And when you spend it you have a right to get all that you pay for and exactly what you pay for.

Mr. Alfred E. Haswell, head of the Order Department of the Long-Critchfield Corporation, has resigned the position that he has ably filled for more than four years, to become Assistant General Manager of The William Galloway Company, Waterloo, Ia., assuming his new duties the first of next month.

Mr. Haswell has been in the employ of the Long-Critchfield Corporation for nearly six years, and in that time has seen the office force increase from twenty-five employes to ninety. During this period, the employees in the department of which he is the head have increased four-fold.

Mr. Haswell was born at Springfield. Mo., in 1875, and was educated in the common schools and Drury College. He came to Chicago in 1895, and was in the employ of the Metropolitan Life Ins. Co., for one year, and for five years with the C. B. & Q. Ry. Co.

He is a man of marked business ability, a genial gentleman, a firm believer in the methods of advertising in which he has been educated, has hundreds of friends and no enemies-among advertising men and publishers.

The firm to which he goes, are manufacturers of Agricultural Implements, who sell their entire output direct to consumers, and Mr. Haswell's knowledge of advertising and correct business methods, coupled with his untiring energy, will make him a valuable accession to

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O man has been more closely identified with the recent agricultural development of Illinois than was L. H. Kerrick, of Bloomington. Scholar, philosopher and farmer, he saw with a clearer vision and with a broader outlook than most men the undeveloped possibilities of American agriculture and the opportunities and responsibilities of the citizen farmer.

He loved the land and the things of country life as the poet loves nature and the artist loves form and color. More than that, he saw clearly the tremendous economic consequences of right or wrong educational policies regarding the productive industries, particularly agricul ture. He was always for constructive as against destructive agencies. He ate his last dinner at the writer's table, and in the midst of the meal he stopped suddenly, as was his wont when thinking deeply, and said: "Davenport, think of it: the whole Funk estate of 27,000 acres in the heart of Illinois would not build and equip one modern battleship to last perhaps ten years. Think of sinking such a property in such a pile of junk!"

Valley. The College of Agriculture and the Agricultural Experiment Station of the University were the fortunate objects of his special regard. He was identified from the first with the movement for their adequate endowment and their organization on modern lines. He worked for funds and he labored in the plans for their profitable expenditure. He has always been on the livestock advisory committee from its organization and gave of his knowledge and judgment freely in the formation of

plans-how freely and

to what purpose none know so well as we who have profited by his counsel.

Four years ago Mr. Kerrick came upon the Board of Trustees of the university. His long experience as trustee for Illinois Wesleyan University, his broad experience with men and things, his philosophic turn of mind and his genial, sympathetic spirit made him at once a valuable member. Coming to the board with a special interest in industrial education, particularly agricultural, he came to feel a deep and genuine interest in all the affairs of the institution, and the University never lost a better friend than in him. Elected president of the Board of Trustees on the last day of his life! Could he have been spared he would have gladly devoted the best years of his life to the service of the University. How well he loved it we may know when we remember that he left his own sick bed to attend the last meeting, and left behind an invalid wife, not quite certain that he would ever see her again. The writer accompanied him to the cab as he left the University forever, and his last word was a message of regard to President James, whom he deeply loved.

It was this way he could put things together. It was only the week before his death that he reminded a legislative committee that all the expenses of our state government and all that the state appropriates for all purposes are less than Illinois' contribution to the naval expenses of the general government. This was in connection with the appropriations for the state university, and he left the bedside of his helpless wife to plead with the legislature for a larger view of public education and of the development of the productive capacities of the

state.

For years he has stood as an authority on cattle breeding, and though in delicate health he has done his share, and more, in promoting the livestock interests of the Mississippi

Nature makes no duplicates of men like Leonidas H. Kerrick. The writer knew him well so well that it is difficult to write of his personality. It seems like an offense to his

gentle nature to try to analyze it that others may understand what kind of material entered into its composition.

A rare spirit has finished his work among men and departed from the earth. The manner of his death was fitting to the manner of his life; gentle, not turbulent, his was the strength of elemental nature. He had an instinct for the fundamentals of life. He could not have an enemy, man or woman, and the little child loved him by intuition. Yet withal was he a powerful man, and few that have lived could accomplish so much with a single word fitly spoken. Possessing a unique gift of language he had the power of winning to his views most opponents, and those who withstood him and his reasoning generally lived to see him vindicated by the logic of events. Νο man could question his motives and few could question his conclusions.

He thought along original lines and he saw new relations of life more closely than other men. He seemed unconscious of his greatness, and like most really great souls he entertained the highest opinions and the warmest affection for others. He loved his friends and he loved men, and men loved him. They loved him with a love that was more than affection. It was that instinctive faith we feel for those rare characters that now and then are permitted

to go up and down among us to show what man can be. Our lives become so knit with

that of such a man that the separation leaves us dazed, and so it is with us who loved him and saw him but yesterday busy in his service, giving his last moments to others as the habit of his life had been.

Weary he slept; when he awakened it was in another world. He was fitted to enter it, and whatever it may hold for him he is worthy of it all.-The Breeder's Gazette.

Two and two doesn't make four unless it is added right.

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A big dog isn't disgraced by ignoring the snarls of a little dog.

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Do not judge a man by what he has; maybe he would have more if locks had not been invented.

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When you acquire a reputation for rising at five o'clock you can sleep till noon without causing comment.

T was simply great!

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After it was all over with, eleven pecks of well-chewed, chocolateflavored, hardwood sawdust, and a waterbucket full of vest buttons and buckles that couldn't withstand the strain of the laughter, were swept up by the Auditorium sweepers.

The greatest quantity of desiccated hardwood was found under the table where Jim Ryan sat, but this contained but a slight trace of chocolate.

Jim explains in writing. He is not able to articulate yet. He asserts under oath, several oaths, that Dave Taylor bet him a ride in his auto, against three golf balls, that he-Jim-couldn't eat his "Chocolate Kisses, Surprise" at one mouthful, and he took the bet, but when

he got the dod-gasted! chocolatepainted! sawdust-stuffed! dough-cased sausage into his mouth, and began to

"chaw," his tongue and gums were as full of hardwood splinters as a rat's mouth is after the rat tries to gnaw a hole through a hemlock board, and it was with great difficulty that Jim could spit the measly mess out, and so the chocolate paint dissolved and ran down his throat, and he had to go to the Auditorium manicure-ess to have the splinters drawn.

It all came about on account of the banquet being pulled off on April 1st. The guests were wary at the beginning, and examined the chairs for invisible tacks before sitting down, and looked with suspicion on each succeeding dish, but by the time the "Lalla Rookh" course was reached there were but few who really knew what day of the month it was, and so the "Chocolate Kisses, Surprise" were not taken "on suspicion." They looked "sweet enough to eat," but,