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...Frederick Bethune Bartlett was last week consecrated a Protestant Episcopal Bishop of North Dakota, in Fargo, N. Dak. Also consecrated last week was Dr. Frederick Grandy Budlong, rector of Christ Church, Greenwich (reputedly richest U. S. parish), appointed last autumn to be Bishop Coadjutor of Connecticut (TIME, Sept. 21). Consecrator: Presiding Bishop Perry, assisted by nine prelates, among whom was Bishop James Edward Freeman of Washington, who said in the consecration sermon: "We literally pipe to the people, but they do not dance. . . . Our ministry is all too often identified with a type that represents culture and wealth...
...Canadian conservation officials gathered twice last month, first at Edmonton, Alberta, then at Bismarck, N. Dak. At the second meeting a resolution was passed urging: 1) that the open season be limited to 30 continuous days, instead of eight or ten weeks; 2) that the daily bag be restricted to ten ducks instead of the present 15 (formerly 25); 3) that ducks in possession be kept down to 20; 4) that all baiting of hunting grounds be prohibited...
Bronco riding was the big event and an outlaw horse of the meanest breed was Five Minutes to Midnight. Earl Thode of Belvidere, S. Dak. won the most coveted prize among cowmen when he rode the bucking beast against all comers without changing hands on the rein, losing a stirrup or pulling leather. In the "bulldogging" contest Mike Hastings of Lobo, Tex. took 22 1/10 sec. to overtake a Texas longhorn. In bulldogging the steer gets a 30 ft. start, the 'dogger leaps from his horse to the steer's head, throws it on its side, bites...
VICTOR W. FLINT Sales Manager Dakota Breeders Hatchery Fargo, N. Dak...
...time out of Fargo, N. Dak. one stormy afternoon last week pulled the Empire Builder, Great Northern Railway's crack Seattle-to-Chicago limited train. It flashed across the State line, roared through Moorhead, Minn., headed for St. Paul across the prairie at 50 m.p.h. At the throttle was Engineer B. E. McKee. Behind him in the string of eleven Pullmans were 119 passengers, reading, napping, playing bridge. Beyond Moorhead, Engineer McKee eyed the sky apprehensively. It was turning black, blacker. It was shot through with greenish-yellow light. Wind clouds bellied down to earth. Without hearing...