The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1904-09-16
The Farmers Home Life.

Some farmers families have mons
We thought 1t was the editor only who
labors eighteen t.ours out of the twenty
@ pro bono publico, but we are mist
taken, says the editor of the milwaukee,
Farmers Sentinel. We NOW of II few
worthy men who despise everything
but work and the Farmers Sentinel,
and nat they will read only on sum
days.
Mistake, brother. why work yourself
to deathH There is so much to do, and
everything comes in the
What of it? The tired body needs re-
pose. suppose You quit work at g
o'cloc every mime evening. Get the
chores done before dark. not after,
You will thrive ust as we'll. Let n
few acres stay ia pasture or meadow
if necessary. Just take Il little time for
your family do the anne wife included.
Where is the latest magazine. the new
est song. the best n freshest novel?
Are all the boys and girls at home?
Are you developing their mental md
moral wants Why make the farm n
sweatstop2 Why toll from daylight to
long past dark for a few miserable
pennies or dollars that rob you OF rest,
enjoyment, Yes. even of sleep?
1t is a bad bargain, this comfort de-
stroying habit. Wives, persuade your
husbands to get more out of life, Mako
il eleven hours instead OF fourteen.
Don't feed the pocketbook at the ex-
pense of Il starved brain.
Be determined to live sensibly. wise
", happily. Farmers should live at
least Il hundred years. healthy. jolly,
we'll preserved creatures.
We are impelled to make these sus-
sestions from reading a sad account IN
the daily press of a boy of IA WHO
hanged himself recently. A brute of II
father, yes, brute. made the farm work
so heavy for this child and am older
brother. aged l6, that nightly g poor,
weak, tired body threw itself on a
wretched bed that knew not the odor of
clean sheets and snow white pillow
cases. there TO sink into fitful slumber.
Natural sleep was destroyed by hor-
rid dreams and aching pains. This
young farmer must be up before day
break. His brother and himself must
milk, must pillow, must harvest. must
whose only thought was work."
Both boys We're denied books, papers,
pocket money, any share whatever in
the products of their Toll. not even nn
occasional visit TO the village store.
and certainly not a peep into the w
lage schoo house.
What was life to them? Not a sheet
of paper, a pencil, nor pen and ink with
which to scribble their sorrows.
The horses and kline, the sows and
pigs, the lone dog. their only compan
ions. Now. horses and dogs are we'll
enough for occasional companionship,
but one would tire of them as perma-
nent, exclusive friends. one would like
a fair selection of ones own kind. No!
Even flowers, for Gods own dumb chill
dren, Were denied.
What WAS his poor tired boy to do?
His horizon was limited. He saw no
way out of the wilderness of work. of
IL 20 OF mann n,ol ,l ,rta,l .J1,tl
What do you think of his father?
God will gather his precious soul
tightly into his arms. Perhaps the
heavenly mama viii taste better to
him than the earthly husks on which
he fed. But the father? 1t is really
insulting our guild to call him a farm
er!."
Well, hell may be scattered around
promiscuously. but there was a good
share of it on this particular farm. So
l say again there is something more to
live for besides "work"-and money.
Am l not right?