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! Hon of which Is still In first hands
THE BRITTON SENTINEL
britton
OKLAHOMA.
Man and Machine.
Believers in progress are often dis-
heartened to find that the many mod-
ern inventions to make life better have
not fundamentally chanced mankind.
The human being la the same creature
that the very oldest writings portray,
and yet men go on contriving systems
and "Improved" devices and ad
vanced" methods. The last hundred
years have been rife In discoveries and
Inventions. A cure has been found
for every conceivable 111, and a method
has been found for doing everything.
Yet many Ills remain unremedied,
many things undone. The trouble is
we have learned to trust too much to
system, too little to human nature.
The true lesson to be drawn from ft
century of system-mongerlng is not
one of discouragement, but one of re-
newed confidence in human beings, of
renewed willingness to throw the bur-
dent not on the machine but on man.
When there is a railroad accident we
read much about block-Blgnals and
automatic switches and other devices.
A contributor to the Atlantic Monthly
has shown in a series of articles that
tt Is the man that counts; it is not
the system, but the employe that
wrecks the train or sends It safely
through. One of the hardest lessons
that America has had to learn, re-
marks Youth's Companion, is that
the substitution of democracy for
kingship did not eliminate the evils
of government This does not mean
that democracy is a failure, but that
democracy Is good or bad according as
the members of the democracy are
good or bad, wise or foolish. For the
American who realizes this, the idea
of democracy becomes sacred, impres-
sive, a glorious burden. The Amer-
ican who does not realise It, but trusts
that the republican form of govern-
ment will save him, Is not fit to vote.
It Is men, not courses of study, that
make universities; good men. not "Des
Moines Ideas," or "Galveston Ideas,"
that make good city governments;
lionest people, and not methods of
election, that choose honest senators;
men and not systems or machines that
make the world.
FARMERS' EDUCATIONAL
1KB
CO-OPERATIVE UNION
— IF -■
Ducking against a bunch of gamb-
lers with a crop that has a mortgage
on It isn't evon respectable foolish-
ness.
A churn that revolves should not
be filled more than one-third full of
cream, as there Is not room for ac-
tion If It Is too full.
Get your tools, implements and ve-
hicles Into the shed as soon as through
uBlng thera. That Is the way to beat
the Implement and vehicle trust.
The cow Is the machine, the food
Is the raw material, milk, butter and
cheese are the manufactured articles.
The dairyman Is the manufacturer.
Hens should have the consideration
their value demands, and not be treat-
ed slightingly simply because that has
been the custom for many years past.
Most customs are abusive.
Plenty of soap and water and plenty
of good home-raised grub, largely from
the poultry yard and garden, will do
more to add to the length of your life
than all the doctor's stufT on earth.
It requires less money to start the
poultry business by buying eggs than
to purchase expensive stock. But if
the stock Is purchased there Is some
Immediate income if they do well.
may soon command higher prices than
now prevail. Statistics show that the
shortage in the world's supply, lnclud
Ing the Indian and Egyptian crops,
will approximate four million bales at
the end of the season Even with
trade conditions abnormally dull, it Is
hardly to be conceived that the spin-
ners will choose to face the opening
of the new season with stocks reduced
to practically nothing, llence, many
students of the situation think that
competition for the remainder of tha
present crop will soon become very
sharp and prices will ascend corr
spondingly.—Houston Post.
NOT FIT TO BELONG.
Ont of the Sort That Can't Llva Up
to the Standard.
The Cotton journal Is responsible
for the following;
"My cows arc all dry,
My stables are wet.
My meat's In Chicago,
My corn Is to get;
My house needs repairing.
My fences are rotten,
But I'll get It all back
With a big crop of cotton."
The man who slngB such a song as
the above Is not fit to be a member
of the Farmers' Union. Such a man
is a dishonor to the order and not
worth a cent anywhere on a farm. A
FROM CITY TO FARM
"Ye who listen with credulity «o the whispertnff* of fsncy; who pursue with
escsrnsM ths phsntom. of hops; who ompect thst *«s will Perform the P""MSS«
of youth, end thet ths deficiencies o# the present dsy will bo •uppliod bjr
the morrow; —attend to the hutory of Raseelee, Pruico of Abyssinia.
By ERNEST McGAFFEY
Author a/ "Votmj of Gun and "Rod." **Outdoorj."
of ihm To ten." Etc.
^Copyright, by Joneph B. Bowles.)
Pulling Up Stakes
Some believe that the digestive ap-
paratus of little chicks is not strong
enough for an exclusive dry food, and
that its free use is the source of a
great many of the diseases to which
chicks seem to fall heir.
WORLD'S COTTON SHORTAGE.
Amerlca'a Art Poaslbllltlee.
With such a broad basis to work on,
It Is not Impossible that the artists
In America are going to keep
pretty well interested in their future
work. No other band of men has
worked so hard to overcome obstacles.
The artist feels hlB triumphs when he
is young—when a mere boy, in fact
—just as Funk felt them when he
drew little sketches on his mother's
tablecloths. This burning deBlre to
every day swing some mighty thought
on canvas cannot be kept down. It
becomes the embryo painter's master,
and In its power he Is a slave. I do
not include here, remarks the writer in
success Magazine, the vast army of
daubers who persist in calling them-
selves artists and who ought to be
suppressed by a kindly but firm law
It is of men of Ideas and ideals and
originality that 1 speak. Funk Is one
of that new American school that Is
exemplifying this individuality. He
shows It In the force and originality
of his work.
We had been In the country cloae on
to two years. Straight from the heart
of a city to the seclusion of a farm.
There could have been no more vivid
contrast; no more radical change. We
had gone from the clang of gongs, the
tolling of bells, the shriek of locomo-
tives, the blare of brass bands, the
doleful piping of corner bands, the
cries of newsboys, and the oboe honk
of the automobile horn to the piping
of crickets and the matins of thrush
and robin, the warbling of bluebirds
and orchard orioles.
We had been thoroughly forgotten
by our friends In the city, and had
stepped tacitly to an unrecognized
man so busy running after all cotton I place In the human procession where
that he neglects his cows and lets
them go dry and makes no preparation
for their increase is not worthy
place in any local anywhere. The so-
called farmer who allows his stables
to be wet and muddy, thereby causing
every horse and mule on the place to
have the scratches, besides other dis-
eases, Is like a cow that gives a gallon
of milk and then kicks It all over.
The farmer whose meat is In Chi-
cago and his corn Is to get is a bur-
den to any local and should be ex-
cluded before the next breakfast is
eaten.
there was no possibility of our being
numbered with those who are sup-
posed to lead "the strenuous life."
Society, so-called, was merely an ab-
straction; we were like those who
have been lodged on some secure
shelf on a cliff where they could see
the flood go by while they watched
and waited. Two years before we had
been of that clamorous and unreflec-
tive mob. We hart never lived for
the days as they came, but always
reached out for some beckoning to-
morrow. We had yearned for repose,
but the every day grind of trivialities
had burned up our time and eaten
Mouth an Index of Character.
A large, shapely mouth signifies
breadth of mind and toleration of
others' peculiarities. Thin Hps de-
note covetousness, greed, selfishness,
and unless strongly contradicted by
some other feature, Intense love of
power. The more curved and flexible
the lips the more yielding the nature,
says the New York Weekly. The more
straight and firm the lips the more
severe the nature. Lips that cloae as
If they had been pressed Into a
straight line show self-repression,nerv-
ousness and obstinacy. A mouth to
be perfect should be large and shape-
ly, the corners straight or very slight-
ly inclined to droop; lips neither thick
nor thin, and firmly but easily closed.
All Signs Point to a "Rush" Demand
Some Time Soon.
During the past six or eight months
most unusual conditions have influ-
enced the markets for the world's sta-
ple products, and perhaps no one crop
has been more affected thereby than
cotton, the crop upon which the South
chiefly relies for Immediate cash.
While many people contend that the
organization known as the Farmers'
Union made a mistake In fixing at the
beginning of the season the minimum
price at which its membership should
market the staple at too high a figure,
still had normal conditions ruled
throughout the Beason. present knowl-
edge regarding the world's shortage
Justifies the conclusion that such min-
imum price might have been obtained
before the close of the season. But
following the action taken by this or
ganized farmers' movement, so poten
tial a factor in the production of the
staple, there can be little doubt that
the spinning world and every interest
identified with it determined by every
means within its power to resist to
the last extremity this new price mak-
ing power In the market. Hence, the
deadlock between the farmer and the
consumer began with the opening of
thee season and has been waged unre
mittlngly ever since. Unfortunately
for the farmer, the panic, whatever
the cause producing it. came on early
In the season, paralyzing trade condi-
tions throughout the world and con-
tributing more to weaken him in his
fight for higher prices than the com
billed power of all other influences.
This trade depression, which still
hangs like a pall over the cotton mar-
ket, could hardly have been foreseen,
hence whatever the outcome of the
contest the element of chance has con-
tributed to make it an unequal one
for the farmer.
However, as stated at the outset,
there are not wanting indications that
the remnant of the crop, a large por
Procrastination is a ruinous thing
and causes so much trouble and extra I away our vitalities.
expense. When the house needs re- Insensibly, In the city, we had
pairing, why not meet the necessity learned the lesson of imitation. For
promptly and repair it before the rain however men and women hold fast to
or winter's snow is falling or fix up their Individuality a constant attrl
his fences "horse high, pig tight and tlon 0f numbers of their kind will
bull strong" before his hogs become wear them to a certain extent alike,
educated in all kinds of mischief and ag an pebbles are worn smooth by
the cows become unmanageable. It the water's action. Custom, custom
hog is never allowed to learn mis | how that artful tyrant cows even the
boldest. How many a Jeans-clad con-
gressman succumbs at last to the
Simian contour of the dress suit! The
days are very mrch alike in a city;
always the frame presents the Identi-
bald
chief it may be kept under a very
poor fence, but Just one lesson
enough to ruin the best hog.
See how foolish this deluded man
when he sings in such a mournful
wail, "But I'll get it all back with a I cal gray8 and bla;ks, the hard,
big crop of cotton." The big crop of finish of metropolltanism.
cotton is a delusion and a snare to -pile happiest nntured take their
him. hVs fond hopes never materialize; pleasures sadly there. The Mephis-
he Is in no shape to make a big crop topheles of cynicism mocks them with
of cot.on and therefore the big crop | (he Gid refrain, "Eat, drink, and be
never comes his way. 4
The real intention of the tfrii<S 1b
to organize farmers who live at home,
or who are making every edge cut
to live at home in one solid phalanx,
strong enough to hold every product
merry, for to-morrow you die." The
young grow old too fast; and the old
grow hardened raplily. As in certain
chemicals all things harden to petri-
faction, so the steady immersion of a
man or a woman In a city leads to the
made on the farm until a Just and fair jeadenlng of the sensibilities. Apart
price is offered for it. ment life! Was there ever anything
If I understand the objects of the more artificial? Apartment life is
Union, this is the point to be gained more than ordinarily similar in the
to place ourselves where we may live penitentiaries and the modern fiats,
on our own sweat-made resources and put to live on a farm? How can
look the financial world in the eye you nve on a farm and not vegetate
until Justice comes our way. or go crazy? Nine miles from a
There is no use to listen to the silly ]emont What a shuddery thought!
song that farmers can not be bound An(J yet remote as we were from the
together. It can be done. It will be c|tyi there was a sadness in the eyes
done or the farmers' children will ere 0f (he friends who at rare intervals
long beg for bread and lack for clothes came to see us. How quickly the
to hide their nakedness. crow's feet seemed to creep about the
The principles taught by the Union eves of men whom I had expected to
ust prevail or all is lost.—J. R. Mc- see buoyant and hopeful as in bygone
Leadon, in F. U. Guide.
Don't turn the other fellow down on
what he is saying because you don't
agree with him. You take into con-
sideration what he says every time,
for he is giving you another man's
view of what you may have only one
man's view of. You act on your own
Judgment, but weigh the other mail s I even( you win find
days. What was that tiresome re-
frain I had preached to me so often.
We're getting old." Who's getting
old? "Speak for yourself John." Yes.
they do grow old in cities, and the
fountain of Ponce de Leon will never
spout from a public square.
Is It worth a man's while to grow
old? I doubt it! Rarely, in a city
man who has
opinion.
"Fine old Spanish emeralds" Is a
phrase which means something quite
different from what It seems to Imply.
There never was an emerald mined In
Spain, but after the conquest of
Peru the conquerors brought home
great quantities of loot, of which em-
eralds formed an important part In
this way the finest emeralds came
Into possession of the old Spanish
families, and as very few had been
seen in Europe previous to that time,
all the best stones soon became
classed as fine old Spanish emeralds.
To-day the expression still applies to
the best emeralds of any source.
Early Opening Not Important.
The openlug of the bolls of one,
plant earlier than those of another
does not indicate superiority in escap
ing weevils. The weevil stops all
plants from fruiting at the same time,
and the cotton which yields the most
is the one that best escapes the wee
vtl, regardless of the date of opening
Large boll cottons rarely begin to
open as early as some small boll cot
tons, though both begin setting fruit
at the same time. But notwithstand-
ing the few days' delay which may
occur in the opening of the large bolls,
some large boll progeny rows In our
experiments yielded more cotton than
the small boll early opening progeny
rows. This point as to the opening
and the old late cotton had large
bolls, the conclusion was reached that ]
a large boll cotton could not be grown
to yield successfully where there were
weevils. Moreover, it was thought
that the simultaneous seting of squares I
on different cottons should be follow-
steadily refused to give in to the
years; but 1 believe you will always
find, ou investigation, that this man
has renewed his youth from the fields
and woods. Age is a chilling of the
heart, not a whitening of the tresses.
Never, my heart wilt thou grow olit;
My hair Is white, my blood turns cold,
And one by one my powers depart
But youth sits smiling In my heart.
But the spirit of youth is Just as ap-
parent in the mind as In the body,
ed by the simultaneous opening ot
their'bolls. A similar belief, equally! y„u%annot "preserve'"a "youthfu'l
erroneous, would be I hat cotton set nesg Qf )rit bv fommuning with the
ting squares at the same time should | beas(s of the flela nor by turning
have bolls of the same size, shape, |
etc. The most successful escape from
weevils is indicated by yield and not I
by greater yield at the first picking,
and large boll cottons have been bred
iu this work to fruit early and rapidly
and to escape weevil damage as suc-
cessfully as any small boll cotton that
. . . . , ..pens all Its bolls ten days or two |
of bolls is specially emphasized and earlier.-Prof. Bennett s Bulle-
tin.
explained because a large boll Is more
desirable for many reasons than a
small boll cotton and is preferred b>
growers and pickers. The belief was
quite general when tills work began
that the opening of bolls even a few
days earlier than those of other va
rleties was of importance In
weevils, and as the earliest
It's dollars to doughnuts that the
doctors in your county are operating
under an agreement as to prices for
visits and prescriptions. They are
scaping I your friends, all right, but cleanly
opening ' premises and a good garden will beat
cottons at that time had small bolls
the trust out of its largest gains.
The Increase In population through-
out Canada is slow at best—the Do-
minion had only 6,731,315 people Is
1901, or many less than the total num-
,ber of those who live in Greater New
lYork and in what Is known as the
"metropolitan district" combined.
Saxony Is the most densely popu-
lated of the German states, having had
at the time of the last census (1906)
a population of 300.7 a square kilome-
ter. The average for the whole em-
pire Is 112 a square kilometer.
Poultry Pointers.
Texas Farmer.
To breed healthy fowls we need to
commence right and have nothing but
healthy stock In our pens.
It takes a good hen. with good feed
to furnish perfect shells for all ot
her eggs when laying rapidly
Eggs packed In meal or bran or oat
soon lose tbelr moisture, as their dry-
ness seems to absorb iL
Feeders claim that a more rapid in
crease of bone and flesh can be ac
eomplislied by soft food than dry.
One of the best moist foods is com-
posed of eggs and milk and made thick
enough for feeding by the addition of
corn meal. The meal should be fine
They count almost everything by
points" these days with so much ex-
actness that It takes an expert to
keep up with them and even experts
don't agree.
Those who buy eggs run the risk of
poor hatches, accidents to young
chicks and need to wait several
months for eggs or before there ia
anything to sell.
hermit; nor even by having those
near you who are dearest to you. Un-
less one Is serenely ox-Uke In one's
disposition, the stage, music, litera-
ture, sculpture, war, peace, strife, in a
word—life—will always hold an at-
traction which keeps the mind alert to
the changes which are going on, and
which, by giving the brain its needed
exercise, keeps elastic and vibrant the
tissues of the mind.
A plunge in a river invigorates the
body, dusty and inert from toil and
waste of bodily energy. A dip in a
new book, a mingling for a short
space in a crowd, a night at the the-
ater, an afternoon at a concert, even
a gay supper at some brilliantly light-
ed and music-stirred cafe will send
the dull blood spinning through the
veins, and drive away perplexiug
thoughts of time and mortality.
But there amid those wide fields,
surrounded by hills and forests, there
was the touch of peace, and there
was also the lethean menace of Nir-
vana. The march of the seasons was
one lingering panorama of green and
gold, or dusty scarlet and barbaric
splendor. Each dawn was a vision;
each sunset a revelation. The starry
winter nights were more beautiful in
their quiet splendor than all the
poems of mythology; and yet, and
yet!
For between the cloistered serenity
of the farms, and the choking mael-
stroms of the cities there is a golden
medium attainable by all who will
care to strike boldly and Becure the
prlte. To be as near a city as one
need be; and to be as far away as
will give one the "comfort of wide
fields unto tired eyes," that Is the an-
swer to the problem of living; that Is
the sum total of happiness.
Our life on the farm had proved
this to us beyond all cavil. And we
had looked about us and selected our
abiding place with this very end in
view. And yet. when we came to go,
to "pull up stakes" was something
like rooting out our very heart-strings,
for we had come to know the farm
as a scholar knows the written page.
We had seen the snows melt In the
hedge corners and fade from the stalk-
strewn fields. We had watched the
cattle huddle before wintry blasts and
heard the north winds whistle down
the chimney and storm at the dis
mantled lilies by the garden gate. We
had loved the visible and external out
doors that had hovered about us, not
less in the bleakest season than in the
days of June.
Always, even in sad days, there had
been the solace of flowers and bird
songs, the hopeful waves of the grass
or the promise of moonlight and star-
light. The very trees had become as
altars to us, and one hill, crowned
with maples, and in autumn a miracle
in gold and scarlet will forever haunt
us with its spiritual glory of flaming
beauty. Surely if some vestal virgin
of the season could keep alight for-
ever the fires that burned in those
leaves the vision would be too lovely
to last, too bllndlngly beautiful to
other than turn to tears the eyes
which should behold it.
The century-old oaks that grew on
the farm, how we should miss their
Druidlcal calm, the faint tops breath-
ing in the summer winds, the lower
drapery as still as Dodonian spaces
beneath slbyllic shades. The sharp-
armored hickories, the walnuts, the
elms, the brilliant sassafras, the
towering and temple-like sycamores,
how we should miss them all when
we were gone.
On one long hill that sloped to the
river we had stood many times, and
watched the shadows grow deeper
over the water, and heard the night
winds rustle in the leaves, and bark-
ened to the twilight sounds that begin
to creep in over the tides of darkness.
Now, nevermore! Goodbye! "Fare-
well to Lochaber." All the long curves
of valley and hilltop, all the wide
sweep of grain field and forest, all to
pass with our departure, all to vanish
with our going. The gnarled and
scraggly saplings that hung over the
deep ravines, the flaunt of the fox
squirrel's brush in the maple's
branches, the rock lined stretch of
rugged roads down tumbled hills, the
flight of wild fowl and the call of the
owls and crows by night and by day,
the drift of sheep in the sloping pas
lures, the rise of a yellow-breasted
lark from the meadow, not again; no
more; "Lochaber no more, farewell t<
Lochaber."
It Is impossible for anyone with a
real hunger at his heart for outdoors
not to be affected by leaving any
place where he has wandered for
many months, getting acquainted with
every nook and cranny of his sur-
roundings, and getting closer and
closer to the environment as the sea
sons come and go.
There was scarcely a foot in all the
acres that we had not actually cov-
ered in our tramps about the farm,
and on every slope and through every
stretch of woodland the baby had
played and tumbled. For myself. I
knew every tree on the place. I had
gone, especially on my hunting expedi-
tions, not only over every inch of the
ground on this particular tract, but I
had explored the surrounding country
for many miles, and knew every ra-
vine and creek as well as I did the
alphabet itself.
Many times we sat by the windows
and looked out over the farm, and
well as we knew the wisdom of get-
ting closer In touch with the city, and
yet holding fast to the integrity of life
on a farm, there was a very sincere
and genuine regret at the ordeal be-
fore us. There must be somewhere a
curious physiological attachment to
the soil in some natures. Perhaps
the Swiss may have it more particu-
larly than any other race, for they
seldom leave their native land, and
are the most prone to homesickness
of all peoples.
However, our lease was nearly up,
and we had made all arrangements to
move, and so the task of getting ready
for the Journey stared us straight in
the face.
The two years on the farm had been
a great, If not the greatest, of all ex-
periences, It had taught us life in the
cities Is mostly mockery, and yet that
there was a germ of the spiritual, of
the higher mental sensations, which
the country does not afford. It had
taught us that very many supposable
necessities are merely superfluities,
and that the end and destiny of men
and women Is not to be controlled by
custom.
Our life on the farn had not been
reduced to the hermltlied intellectual-
it; j£ a TUoresu, but we bad Uetw
mined on changing it for the same
reason as the Concord philosopher. I
doubt that he found Walden dull. As
he neither had chick nor child, as he
did not hunt, and seldom fished, I do
not know of anyone except this rug-
ged genius who could have «ndurci
such solitude so long.
For us we had companionship In
each other and in Lenore, visitors
from the town whom we welcomed
cordially, neighbors with whom we
mingled, and books and music with us
always, and yet we were not entirely
content. And why? Because wbeu
men or women have lived for yeara
in a city, unless they are thoroughly
disgusted with the world and all there
is In it, they will inevitably miss what
the city has to offer in the way of
mental enjoyment.
It is Just as true that to live in a
city Is, at least to some natures, but
a slow process of torture. There are
many natures, of course, born "boule-
vardierB," types of a sameness ap-
pallingly frequent in the towns, who
are happy, In their way, only In the
towns. Their place Is therefore In the
towns. But to thoBe who are awakened
to the delights of the country, and who
still do not want to entirely discard
those pleasures of the mind which
find expression where books, and mu-
sic, and pointings and sculpture are to
be found, there is a practical half way
vantage point where both rest for the
body and zest for the mind may be
easily combined.
There is nothing in the mode of liv-
ing in a city which is not more or less
tyrannous. You must do so and so;
you cannot do as you like, of course.
You are hedged about by modes of life
which, while largely artificial, are in-
sistently obtrusive. You cannot breathe
pure air; you rarely drink pure
water; you must abjure outdoor exer-
cise; you are almost certain to havo
"nerves" and indigestion. You are no
worse Off than your neighbor, but ho
is in the same narrow groove that you
are.
There is a sound philosophy in the
theory of life in the country near to a
city. As for suburban life, the or-
dinary brand, it is, if anything, even
more odious than apartment life. The
cliques and asininities of the average
modern suburb are something which
combine to make a more than average
per cent, of suburban society mere ag-
gregations of snobs and parrots.
The trouble of suburban life is that
the suburbanite carries the country
to his office and the city to his home.
He gets up as early as a farmer to
catch the train in to town, and he
apes city customs and "society" cus-
toms while he is in his home town. He
wouldn't be caught without a collar
for money. Even when he works in
his lillle garden he is "dressed for the
ball."
Now you don't have to knuckle
down to these things when you have
gotten out a little ways into the coun-
try, and you wilt be pleasantly sur-
prised at the first sweet feeling ot
freedom from restraint. It is the
same way with both women and men.
Each one enjoys having a little relax-
ation from the eternal drop, drip,
drop, of the baneful drizzle of con-
ventionalities, that take all of one 9
time, and make leisure an unknown
quantity in the affairs of life.
We left the farm with many a lin-
gering look over the fields and hills
where we had passed so many happy
days. We lelt it with the unquench-
able resolution not to spend the lest
of our days in a "steam heated flat" or
any such penal institution. Not to
condemn Lenore to a "straight-jacket
existence of unvarying "dress parade."
Not to look back over years as mere
shadows that went by in the night,
like dreams, but as real existences,
where we had lived and striven, where
we could look back and say, "I11 such
a month we were here, or there; or
were doing this or that," and not to
ha\e all time be Just a blur, out of
which deaths and births should crawl,
like flies upon a window-pane
After all, we are not going to live
for an eternity. And to live wisely
means leisure, both for mind and
body. Can you get It in the eitle>=?
Hardly, without great wealth Can
you even then? It seems doubtful!
Is constant striving the answer to I he
problem? "All work and no play
makes .laclt a dull boy." ^ 011 can get
leisure of mind best in the country,
but If you are too far from a city you
will be obliged to take life second
hand from the papers and magazines.
There is something more In life than
the printed page. There is life in the
streets, in the theater, at the concert
halls, in the crowds, in the pulse of
the cities as well as in the peace of
the country.
It follows therefore as the night the
day, that the wise souls will cleave
to the heart of nature for the enduring
beauty and healing influence of her
myriad moods, and turn with Just aB
eager anticipation to the contrast that
the city affords to the alert mind, and
the philosophic observer.
Filled with this belief we packed
our belongings and household goods,
and left the farm behind. But not in
any nor many years will we forget
the keen sense of actual personal loss
as we looked over the meadows and
woods for the last time, at the well-
loved trees and the waiting orchard,
at the slopes and hills, the valleys and
ravines, the distant timber line, and
last at the little white house itself.
Ay De Mi. "Lochaber no more; fare-
well to Lochaber "
Offended.
"Are you acquainted with 'Timon
of Athens?' " asked the cultured young
lady from Boston.
"Well, I guess not," snapped Mrs.
Newgilt, with a haughty sniff. "It Ts
not very likely that I would form the
acquaintance of those curbstone
Greeks. Does he sell candy or roast-
ed ch^tnuts?"—Chicagg Dully (iewfc
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