Evening journal., 1912-03-26
ALL HAIL. THE sUBURBANrTE.

AT Il TAKE off our hat to the Wilmington suburb
W ante. We honor the in whose veins the
I-want-to grow-something virus now is working. We
wish sooduck and God-speed to the ambitious citizen
who has his home and his lot of ground the beaut-
fu country that surrounds city and who the
most of his agricultural horticultural and Horticultural
opportunities.
The praises of the Man with the Hoe already have
been sung. We sing those of the man with the spade
the hoe, the rake the dibbe the pruning shears, the
lawnmower the sprayer. the blstered hands and the
aching back. The with the hoe is only 1.-THE as
deserving He negects the important his TOOLS
Our hero is the man who when the sap begins TO run
IN the trees and the bushes the begin to swell
and burst, makes any sacrifice to get gardening
ht arises at o'clock in the morning turns the sod with
his spade calls his wife and children bed to
every big fishing he uncovers sweats down two
collars and shirt loses his religion every time he
strikes rock, gets it again whenever he hits good dig
gng and then rakes the turned ground until it is so
fine and so smooth that he resents the trespass
of an English sparrow upon it.
Our tribute is to the who goes to the seed and
bulb store buys enough seeds and bulbs plant full
sized farm, uses all no and then makes among
his friends and neighbors free distribution of those
that left We glory in the suburbanite who watches
his shrubs with such close pansaking care that he
knows every swelling bud by it's first name and who
rather would have friend walk his child than
his radish bed. Our community may take pride in it's
suburbante who rather would hear the growing of his
Rhode Island red rooster than the singing Of Caruso
and TO whose the cackling of a MISUNDERSTANDING
pullet is sweeter than Sacred Heart chimes or the
midsummer murmur of the Brandywine over its rock
ribbed bed His time is at hand Spring is break
ing; the frost is coming out Of the ground; the soil
is ready for the implements husbandry the
ready for the planting.
Nor should attempt TO hold the suburbanite too
close to the truth. He is deserving Of leeway He
knows it, and he takes it, If he tells you of a pulle
that lays two eggs day, days a week. never
let on that you doubt what he says Tell him it is a
remarkable pullet and that you congratulate him on its
possession. If he says his rooster whip anything
in the neighborhood don't make an enemy of him by
the slightest hint of ncreduy. Tell him he ought
get police protection and open pit BY doing you
will make OF him lifelong friend. And if he takes you
TO his garden and delivers Grafton on the pro-
ductivy of his soil that would Ananias blush and
wonder why he selected the highest standard OF
preyaricator let him talk until the of the world
is made to appear only desoate Then tell him
it is pity his next-door neghbor hasn't fithe of his
ability husbandman. Also express wonder that
the President has requested him to be Secretary
Of Agriculture the natural resources of the conn
try might be developed to their fullest capacity
Again We say All hail, the suburbanite The busiest
happiest mortal the face of the EARTH May his
rhubarb grow foot day; may his tomatoes resemble
blushng pumpkins; may his lima beans grown so fast
and so ta that he will be compelled to buy an aero
plane to reap the harvest and may the perfume from
his onion bed smell sweeter his nosrs than odors
waited by zephyrs over the plains Of Araby the Blest