of Oliva, Minn., after reading the story on page 7 of the May-June 1951 issue of the ALBUM gives his eye witness account of the event. It is most interesting.
Plowing in 1912 on the Roy Mills farm in Lisbon, North Dakotn. The engine is a N' and S 22 hp and the plow is n 6 bottom 14 inch cut. We cut to 12 inches deep with a half mile through. One fourth of this was virgin prairie sod. It had never been plowed before. This engine could have handled 3 or 4 more plows with ease and doing 25 to 30 acres per day. Morris Bowlinge, 1107 Jefferson Street, Toledo. Ohio.
Here I am writing' on the article, 'Young- Lady Engineer' in the May-June 1951 issue of the ALBUM.
This article recalls the scene to my memory just like it was today. I took it all in and if Avery Company did not steal the show then Miss Mary Meyer did.
When Mary pulled out of the Fair Grounds the crowd came out too.
The grounds were empty every time Mary pulled out. The following is an account as it took place.
I saw a lady walking around the plowing engine getting ready to pull out. The lady was dressed in a nice white dress, white hat but I don't remember the gloves. An older man in attendance was working about the engine, later he gave it the once over with an oil can.
Mary then made a round, gave the connection, rod a shake,' walked to the plow, one coulter was turned a little and she gave it a slight kick, then looked if the clamps were tight.
This made me think, you, young lady handled this baby before. She walked to the cab, took hold of the hand bar, swung herself in a very practiced way. She tried the water gauge, started the boiler feed pump. Let it run very slowly. Then she started the engine to work the water out of it and warm the cylinders.
After a while the 'Hi-Hall' was given, she engaged the traction, then reached for the throttle, gave it a slight pull with a clatter to jar it off seat. Giving the throttle a pull, her eyes glanced to the top of the stack to see how her engine responded. She then looked over the crowd, reached for the whistle cord and gave a few of those railroad toots and the show was on.
Mary pulled out--was immense. She had to slow down for the mob was in the way too. When we came to the field it was a seeding of tame grass mowed off. Tough to plow. People stood along the furrow waiting for Miss Meyer to come by. As she came by, her engine sending up a black plume of smoke, the crowds would wave hats and handkerchiefs. Mary would smile and give the whistle a slight pull, just so it could be heard, then the sound of the 8 foot drivers and the outfit was gone. This kept up all afternoon, no one went back to the Fair Grounds.
Dear reader, those days were really days of progress.