Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1913-12-12

A"o hlu was out of all that. no
wouldn't have had the heart to Join
H. even If they had invited him.
The older men were in little groups
TOO talking seriously and ceasins
tnelr talk when the Kid came near
But the Kid knew; they were saw
ing that for all the Associated Farm
ers business amounted to they might
as well drop it. He caught the words
a dollar thirty-seven."
The Kids own people came his
lather and his mother and his two
brothers. They were sorry for hin,
ana not at all confident that he'd be
aPle TO put things through. After
all, he was only the Kid. Somehow
the Kid was aware of all this and
wished they hadn't come.
But 1t was the red-haired girl who
made him feel most keenly how alona
ne stood. She came with Judge Cor
don son in his shining new automo-
Die and she wore the most bewitcb-
lhg' dlstracting blue silk coat aud
ht'le hat to match; and, chatting and
snllllng up at Judge Gordon's son
she went on into the school housa
| without even so much as a glance al
the KID standing there by the s.eps.
And the Kid felt like a general whose
regiments have calmly turned heel
and left him alone on the battlefield
IN the face of the enemy.
BY and by all the little grouns
rom without strolled into the school
room and sat down at the Scared
lhk-stalned desks-old Scared desks
scratched with their familiar school
boy sentiments:
| Teacher thinks she's smart"
Brussels is the capital of Bel
GUM.
Great oaks from lit"
Mamie Green is stuck on Freddie
Jones'"
1t was the old desks and the chalk
dusty blackboards with a bit of a
| problem INCREASED about A selling
sheep to BIT was the sight of all
this that brought back to those
grown men the sweet, half-strange,
half-familiar flavor of their own
school days.
And so it seemed quite natural
and right when old Barnabas LeadIy
came in. His days of school teaching
were over, but they had been long
ones, 40 years of them; and most of
the grown up men before him had
agonized their partial-payment prob
lens out under his eyes. Now his
limbs were bent and his trembling
hands were gnarled with rheuma-
tism, but his blue eyes were as bright
and keen and kindly shreUd as ever.
His neighbor, Ralph Cunningham,
| had driven him over and now led him
to front seat, facing the teachers
chair he used to occupy.
The meeting was formally called
to order, and then the Kid got up to
state the purpose of it. For the first
time in his life he realized that there
was something queer the matter with
his knees; they wanted to bend, not
only forward, but backward, side
ways, any way! He longed for some
thing big and strong to lean against
solid marble column, for instance,
that the task of of keeping in an up
right position might not be colossal.
Then his hands, too! They had be-
come great, trembling inconvenience
and there wasn't place in the world
to put them. But when ne started to
talk about the Associated Farmers
he forgot his knees and his hands
and his need for the solid marble COL
umn, and remembered only his hopes
and dreams.
Look here" he went on with boy
ish eagerness, 1--WE farmers have an
awful hard game to play, but it's a
good one, and we're bound to win
out if we just play it right. And it
strikes me the way to play it right
is to get together for team work, like
we've done in the Associated Farm
ers. We've got to get together to
buy at the lowest prices instead of at
the highest. We've got to get to-
gether on our selling if we want to
sell at highest prices instead of at
the lowest. And if we want the best
machinery we've got to get together
in that too. For awful expensive ma
chinery that one man couldn't afford
to own, why, we could all club to-
gether and buy for the association
But seems to me that the thing we
most need to club together on is SELL
ing. Each one of us hasn't got the
spare time to hunt round and find
the best market and the best prices,
SO why shouldn't we get together and
delegate some one who can give all
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