Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1916-02-23

"An' you went right in where the presi-
dent lives?" inquired Anne in awed
tones.
he asked me what did with the suck
ers' thrown out at the base Of the
stalk.
"'Did nothing with EN- l said.
"'You ought to have pulled 'em off,
says the president.
emo, sir. 1t would have been
waste Of time and work. says I.
"'Thats not accordin' to reason he
answered, mighty positive. If you
pulled those suckers off the strength
they take goes into the main stalk and
helps mature the corn
That's what l thought about it
too I said. but 1 found out that it
really didn't matter
"'You must be Mistaken said the
president
"I believe I'm right told him.
"*How are we going to settle it? he
asks, like he had me-
"'I'll leave it to the head of the bu-
reau Of plant industry of the depart
ment of agriculture l said. 1 knew
had him, for had seen one of the
bulletins from the department that
tests had shown that it really did not
make any difference about the suckers
That's fair. He ought to know
Ill just call him on the phone and see
what he says The president called
him up, and, sure enough, he told Mr.
President just what j said, that it
was not worth the time and trouble to
take the suckers off.
"'Well, you winv says the president,
turning to me and grinning in mighty
good humor."
what do you think of that, pa?"
wondered Mrs. Weston "What else
did he say, Joe?"
He said it had taught him lesson
not to be so sure he knew anything
until he knew he knew it,
Annie was growing FESTIVE under the
talk and was concerned with more
material things.
'Where'd you and him go to eat your
iunch-out under the trees? An why
didn't you have some dinner std of
just lunch, an what did you have to
eat?"
1T really was what we call dinner,
sis,' laughed Joe, ''but not quite so
much of it. Those very busy people
up there eat snack in the middle of
the day and call it a luncheon, and
then at o'clock, or along that time,
they have what they call dinner-at
the time we eat supper"
Il think it's very silly to change
things up so. But tell me what do
presidents eat-cake and pie and ice
cream" persisted Annie, 'like kings
do?" as she grasped Joe's hand.
Il don't know what kings eat. sis.
and don't know what presidents eat
all the time, but l know for lunch we
had some mighty good potato soup
and some fine roast beef and mashed
potatoes and a dish of spinach and
poached egg on it and glass of rich
cream and big slab Of apple pie"
"How was the pie?" anxiously in
quired Mrs. Weston.
1T was good pie" judicially admit
ted Joe, "but l don't think it was as
good as you make, ma" T.
She gave him hug, and her face
was radiant the rest of the day. It
was comforting thought to her the
balance of her years to think that she
could make better apple pie than the
president of the United States had set
before him.
Anything else?" persisted Annie.
mo; except the president said he
liked turnip greensr'
And when was it he told you that
about the farmer?" asked Mr.. Weston.
Just before he sent one Of the door.
Keepers back to the hotel with me-,
And he gave me a picture of himself
with his name written on it. I saw
him write it. And the last thing he
said to me was, standing there, with
my hand in his and his other hand on
my shoulder:
joe says he, just remember this,
that good farmer-a real good farmer
and an honest mans just as useful
and occupies just as high a place in
this country as president, senator or
congressman. Don't forget that. Be
proud OF the fact that you are a farmer
it you are a good one
Joe returned from Washington on