Norwich bulletin., 1913-02-22

terested in the subject But there are others. Don't let us forget them There are some to whom business seems more or less sordid,-a necessi- ty, no doubt, but a disagreeable one, one to be endured as an affliction, not one to be snuggled up to as a sweet heart There are those who actually find it's grubbery and gradgrindery repuIsive, For such, farming offers what is at once an asylum and career.
 The farmer who is fit for his feedom ed in something much more important than money. He is producing real things,-not conventional counters. He is making potatoes and cabbages they are not, even to you, please tell me why you give your money for them, every day2 About three times much as they're really worth, too, the retail grocery, The farmer lives in the world of real values, not in that of artiflcially substituted tokens. He plays his game not for celluloid poker chips which must be exchanged for cheeks which must be exchanged for money which must be exchanged for apples before he can eat his pie, but for the apples themselves; flor the apples and the trees which bear them and the soil which sustains them and the daily sunlight and the seasonal rains which fructify them.
 He works with the infinite universe and as part master of it. True, he must obey the planetary constitution but he is under man made laws of pickering and dickering He is under no com mpulsion to spend time or thought in the eozening of his fellows He is engaged and preoccupied in the more appropriate and fitting task of enc Oiabrottica vittata on his cucumbers and the Corvus Americana on his corn-f1elds. He is producing the real things which the world must have: not pinching unearned toll from the movement of it's needs He is earning the worlds living, not collecting taxes on it's income. He is constrained to follow no constrieted and belittered fiction but may, if he will march straight to his ends. His only antag- onist-as well as his only ally-is the tremendous, alI-enveloping. in pitiless something which we call Ma ture.
 The joy which comes from any vic- torO over her, when she appears as open foe. is one which it requires all of man to gain and one which he has mans right to glory in. The joy which comes from compelling her to serve even as temporary partner and ally is likewise one which takes all there is in man to gain, and one in which he has the right to glory.
 
 Now, this kind of talk isn't for every one. There aresthose to whom it will seem vague. foggy, 1ifeless. They will call it 'tranScendenta1 or some short CT and vet more eontemptuous word |
 We are not all built alike, and con- corning tastes there is no disputing. |
 We won't have any quarrel over it. |
 Those who find genuine pleasure in | the big ring of business" before benches thronged with more or less admiring spectators are fitted for that | sort of thing. But they are not the l only toads in the puddle. There are | some who cannot share in their feel | ing, who even shrink from their meth l ods and all that those methods imply. | As we would not throw stones at the 1 one sort, so let's avoid sneering a t l the other. There's room for the first | in mills and stores and offices and l banks: there's room for the other out l in the farmlands where they can be l as "unbusiness-1ike as they plea sed without mourning a certain sentence l to starvation.