Montana farmer-stockman. [volume], June 15, 1951, Page 14, Image 14

About Montana farmer-stockman. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1947-1993

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NEW MASSEY-HARRIS "18" AND "27" SELF-PROPELLEDS ARE
THE EASIEST COMBINES TO OPERATE
"Ar Ease of operation, simplicity,
convenience are just natural re
sults of the common sense con
struction of the 12 foot "26" and
16 loot "27."
You finish a tough day of har
vesting feeling relaxed and sat
isfied when you own a new
Massey-Harris combine. You com
bine faster, easier ... everything
Is right there before you—all con
trols at your fingertips. Gas tank
is low for easy filling ... Grain
tank unloads in a jiffy ... Inspec
tion panels provide fast adjust
ment and lubrication . . , extra
large wheels take the jars and
jolts out of rough fields and give
sure footed traction.
See the new "26" and "27"
today . . . get the best for your
farm. Don't forget to ask about
the new combine principle—
Balanced Separation.
USED MACHINERY
Self-Propelled Combines
MASSEY-HARRIS 21. 14-foot, convos
MASSEY-HARRIS 21, 14-foot auger with fluid drive, lights, air-cleoner ond
twin feed shaker shafts
MASSEY-HARRIS 21, 14-foot ouger-.
COCKSHUTT 12-foot auger, cut very tittle
COCKSHUTT 12-foot ouger, reody for work
$1500
INTERNATIONAL 123," 12-foot ouger, wide steering, unloading auger, $1400
Pull-Type Combines
1948 OLIVER 30 GRAINMASTER. 12-foot, one-man control
1948 BALDWIN GLEANER, 12-foot, one-man control
JOHN DEERE, model 17, 16-foot
1948 CASE K-2, 12-foot
1941 JOHN DEERE 3«. 16'/2-foot
MINNEAPOLIS-MOLINE G-4, 12-foot, one-man control
ADVANCED RUMLEY, 16-foot, new rubber
OLIVER, model D, 16-foot
T roctors
1949 MASSEY-HARRIS, model 55
1947 MINNEAPOLIS-MOLINE U with Formhond
1948 COCKSHUTT 30 with live power toke off
MINNEAPOLIS-MOLINE UTS, used two seasons
F-20 FARMALL with 7-foot mounted mower
MODEL L CASE, new rubber
MODEL CASE. LA head and cob
MC CORMICK-DEERING 22-36
Implements
JOHN DEERE 5-DISC PLOW
MASSEY-HARRIS 10-FOOT ONE-WAY, on steel
GOBLE 6-FOOT OFFSET DISC
2 CHENEY ROD WEEDERS, 1 right, 1 left-hand drive
CHEROKEE 25-FOOT GRAIN LOADER, 7-inch tube
PUMP AND ENGINE, off Peco sprayer
CALKINS SWEEP PLOW, like new
LARGEST MASSEY-HARRIS PARTS STOCK IN THE NORTHWEST
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MASSEY-HARRIS SALES AND SERVICE
Phone 6579
206 Fifth Avenue South
Great Falls, Montana
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• A Short Story
By R. G. KIRK
THE NORTH PLACE wakens with
hullabaloo. Mr. North
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strolls about with the
yap
ping, and little Molly North's pony
it hears his
step. Mrs. North takes her daily doz
en with the radio counting. And
Minnie, out in the kitchen, keeps
kicking the gong around—or maybe
But through it all the Bull Moose
keeps right on driving rivets. Have
heard a bulldog snore?
you
Well, the Moose keeps at it until he
Some nose. It's set back almost
between his eyes but he can smell
toast with it just as though it were
out on the end of his face, where
other dogs have theirs. Start mak
ing toast anywhere on the place and
watch the Moose come barging
Last Saturday, before they whirled
Molly off to the studios, Mr. North
came to me with the pest mail. This
Molly North is the same small
5-year-old Molly you saw in "Baby
Fingers," the picture that made the
whole world want to hug her. Every
film she's done since has made the
round.
world want to hug her more. And
that's not hard to explain, for she's
just as lovable and unspoiled in life
as she is on the screen. I ought to
know. I'm her bodyguard.
LITTLE MOLLY NORTH gets
more mail in a day than most of us
have received since the day she was
born. Her father reads every letter,
and any which, in his judgment,
holds the least threat of annoyance
er danger, he brings to me. You get
hunches on jobs like mine. More
than once I have picked out real
menace from the mail of the hun
dreds of crackpots who bedevil Mol
I hadn't liked "No-More-Than
Right's" first letter. Nor the second,
I liked this one less than any. "Last
warning," it said. "Before tomorrow
—and keep that bodyguard scarce.
Ten thousand; when, where, and as
ly*s people.
"Old 'No-More-Than-Right' is with
us once more, I see, Tom," said Mr.
North.
I said.
"No More Than Right."
Next evening while the family was
at dinner I was on guard outside the
open windows. Molly North is never
out of my sight when I'm on duty,
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"How, Mr. Moose." said Molly. "You know you never get snacks at the dinner
table."
*She was giving a chicken leg a first
class going over when I saw the
Moose come into the room. He had
been snoring all afternoon. But din
nertime had arrived, and he had
looked up Minnie. There was, it
seems, a ham bone. But right before
the open refrigerator Moose had lost
interest Ham bones will keep. But
toast! You have to be there when
the toast pops up, or somebody else
will get it
I SAW THE MOOSE sit down by
Molly and put his chin on her thigh,
"Wurrff!" he remarked.
"Now, Mr. Moose," /said Molly.
"You know you never get snacks at.
the dinner table.
When you are keyed up as I was
you catch the slightest twist away
from normal. They never fed that
dog at the table. Toast? Well, only
at Molly's breakfast. He was hard
to deny. He smelled the stuff so far
and demanded it with such a mur
derous bulldog growL
toast for dinner,
"That funny little nose is fooling
you," said Molly. "We never have
But the Bull Moose knew when
he was right. 'Wurrff!" he repeated.
And my heart skipped a beat, as
suddenly I had it! "Outside!" I
yelled,
Mr. North asked no questions. He
was outside the house, with Molly
in his arms, his family herded ahead
of him, by the time I got into the
dining room,
sound. Then one came. Sudden. Ex
plosive: "Wurrff!" Moose was Stand
ing on the hearth now, looking up
into the fireplace for toast!
black arch, reached up, hooked my
hand back over the draft shoulder—
found it! I dashed to the window,
kicked out a screen, and heaved the
thing into the swimming pool!
Late that evening the police chief
called. "Tom?" he said. 'Well, Tom,
your hunch was right. That Radio
Inspection Co. man was phony. He
knew their monthly service call at
North's was due. So he stole one of
their trucks and made it. . . . Sure.
His fingerprints matched those be
side yours on the fireplace arch. . . .
Of course, he didn't have gloves on.
I stood straining my ears. No
I PLUNGED UNDER the wide,
Imagine a radio inspector wearing
gloves! ... We just got through
with him. He had enough stuff in