Norwich bulletin., 1922-10-27

was expressed in the slang phrase. Never again.''
 Doubtless this city man had read the arguments of producer-to-eonsuIne ad- vocates He did his individual part towards bringing those classes togeth CT. He used up gasoline and oil and time and tires, seeking the producer in his lair. He went more than half way; he went the whole way But he didn't save cent on his potatoes.
 Now. mind you. I didn't hear the
 farmers side of this story only til9I city mans. But the latter told It es-.ss | ly as he saw it and gave frank utter ance to his irritation. What I'm hoping to do, in retailing it to you, is to bring you to see that there really is cit3 side to it, as well as a farm and farm er's side. I'm not attempins to pass judgment or apportion blame That
 function I'll leave to you who read. Bnt we will never get anywhere, be we pro | ducers or be- we consumers, until we ! get so each side can see and in soma measure appreciate the other fellows position. Certainly we shall never get
 together, so long as we stand on oppo- | site sides of the road and throw stones
 at each other.
 I'm no admirer of Mir. Bryan. But
 one day when he was secretary of state, and the Japanese ambassador 1 had been trying in vain for an hour to ! prevail on him to surrender the -Ameri-
 can position in a rather serious diplo- natic disagreement the latter picked up his hat and started to leave.
 ''This, then. is your last word, Mr. lSecretary?" he asked
 Quick as a flash came MT. Bryan s
 answer: There is never a last word between friends" he said. Which is I where Mir. Bryan scored.
 If producing farmers and csnsuminr city buyers are ever to pull in the Same double harness, each will have to give l up trying for the last word. Or tryin.
 to get. something for the party of the first part without yielding anything ec the party of the second part And the
 very first step toward effective team.
 work is mutual understanding. Ths city man must somehow, be made te see that the world looks different to tn, eyes of man in back potato patel from what 1t looks to a man swingins
 down the sidewalk of a city street
 And the farmer must, at the same tim, and by the same reasoning, be made t.
 see that his view isn't the one and on,7
 possible view.
 It is not only necessary that the othe fellow should come to understand us We must likewise understand him. 9th erwise we shall never get near enougl . to clasp hands, because of the stone flying back and forth in the fight <
 Said another city man to me, in ef r feet: 1T can't quite make out you farm, CTS. You're all the time telling hoy hard and how long hours you work } Yet. when I go out for days huntin;
 and look up the farmer for permission to hunt on his land. he doesn't seefn { have anything to do but talk I'm cage 5 to get after the birds, my companion l
 twitching at my coat-sleeve in his anx 7 iety to start, even, the dog is irnpatien , and tries to pull me away by tuggin
 at my leggfns, but MT Farmer hang over the bars and talks-and talks and talks. He doesn't act a bit like al overworked man, with more things t do than daylight has hours for doing. 1f As this young man was saying this ] I kept on thinking of that farmer an I whispering to myself, Poor feliowi' eli could picture the scene and the wl1ol situation. Also, I could feel myself . temporarily. in that farmers boots. H ? had probably risen that morning abou : four o'clock, and started out on th ] same dull round of feeding, milking g cleaning stables etc., which had bea ] his daily morning task for years an ; years and years. He had really done , days work before his callers arrives f And yet the forenoon wasn't half pass 1 ed, and there was q. long afternoon O
 work and the nightly chores still aheat . Of him.
 Into this m0nOtony suddenly came tn city hunters. Alert, bright-eyed, cf1eery spoken young fellows, full of energ.