Bisbee daily review., 1906-07-17
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MINUTE TALKS WITH. GREAT MEN.
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INTERVIEW WITH JAMES WILSON,
 SECRETARY OF AGRicuLTuRE

If you walk down Massachusetts avenue this afternoon you will find the air is heavy with the scent of tae dying blossoms of linden trees" said Secretary of Agriculture Wilson. Did you notice that? And around Dupont Circle the Magnolia blooms are just dropping. Did you notice that?" After an unsuccessful attempt to hide his disgust because had not no- i Iieed, he continued:
 'They are all my intimate friends. I can hardly say we speak as we pass by, but we always nod"
 Are you fond of trees?"
 T love all those fellows. I knew them when they were little puny things, many years ago, when was in Congress. and I drive around every afternoon when I have finished my work, pass the time of day with them, and receive their salutations Trees are the best friends a man can have. It never matters to them in Ine ieust whether am feeling gruff about some thing or whether some very good news has just reached my ear. They al ways bend their pretty heads, partic- ularly if the wind happens along to remind them of their manners" They make the Capital very pret- ! ty."
 Washington is one of the most beautiful cities in the world respond ed the Secretary. Tt is already the heart of the nations politics. and the scientific center, and it is rapidly get ting 10 be the social center also. "But the women here need to go to Iowa. They are the prattiest creat- ures in the world already, except the Western girls, but they need a year in lcwa to improve their figures, and ] their compleXions. Tlsy need to be able to jump on a horse and race around big farm. getting some good air into their lungs, and some color into their checks
 "Why. most women think they al- ready are very pretty" I protested.
 They are pretty, but they might be pretlier. An old man, you know, has to sell the truth
 "An old man should have learned to tell it more Automatically.
 Not me-" declared Mir. Wilson. q am in charge of Uncle Sans agTicul- ture, not his State Department"
 Well, if you don't like Washington girls then you are very hard to please. ?
 I'm not too hard 10 p1aaso in wnrr- en folk. l like girl who can ride horse no matter now nard he l.IIKS then when it comes dinner time she must gallop up to the house. hop of, tie the horse so he won't get away. and go in to see that dinner is ready and things in order for the home coming of the men. If she is a farm er's daughter, she ought to be able to climb up on a reaper and run it like man."
 With which modest demand Secre- tary Wilson leaned back reflectively.
 And l suppose she must have al. the drawing-room accomplishments, too"
 "Oh. yes, she must be able to play the piano, and paint, and she must nave had college education" .-Eou Tc1., find her." I said, with conviction, but Secretary Wilson only smiled enignatically
 Were you ever in Iowa?" he de- ma2ded. ''TCu wersn't% Then you don't lnow anything c al about it. V" aa"7 women like that in Iowa."
 'Rut it tsn't her women that call me hccA, 10 Iowa. for -ou know Tn an old n.oH EoTT but it's my farm out there. ifat I tended myself before I cane to Washington. The old trees on my farm 1 pi9ntsd when I was 6 very young man, and | feel like I'm aU- tending a family reunion when I go out there to see them. have my son write me when the spring comes which ones of the old fellows are showing their age, and if any enterprising ones are starting new branches, or if some old one, perhaps, has grown discour- aged and died.
 Every man carries in his heart scme longing to get on farm, wheth- CT he was ever there before or not. aud you can imagine how I, who lived there ali during my boyhood, and made there the first attachments of my life, should get homesick for the old place again, and resolve to go back there as soon as I can.'
 "So you won't stay in Washington after your work here is finished?" Mot one minute longer than I can help" was his emphatic reply. 'fIn less than twenty-four hours after have said 'good-by' to the Department of