Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-04-14

The message of Aaron sapiro is
evolutionizing farm life in the
south. What sort of man is this
sapiro? The following article re
printed from magazine section Of
The Journal Sunday tells:
Six years in an orphan asylum,
and now the benefactor and re-
organizer of that institution.
Years of selling matches and
newspaper on the streets. of
Oakland, Cal. and now the lead
err of half million farmers of
the country.
Born in poverty, self-educat-
ed and today a beacon to light
the way for Gotten farmers of
Georgia and other southern
states in the successful market
ing of their products.
These vivid contrasts in the
life of Aaron SapirO, leader of
the cooperative movement -
among cotton farmers, are taken
from the April issue of the
American magazine, in which the
life story of Sapiro is told-the
story of a bitter fight against
environment and circumstance.
sSapiro, a lawyer with offices
in New York and in San Fran
cisco, has more than half mil
lion clients-a tremendous fol
lowing, composing about one
tenth of all the people Of the ma
ton who make their living
form the land. He has organic
ed cooperative marketing asso-
Citations for everything from
milk to maple syrup and from
prunes to potatoes-but his most
in the south through which
thousands of farmers have
agreed to market $200.000,000
worth of cotton this year.
Keynote of His Life
Cooperation" has been the
keynote of Mr.. Sapiro's life. In
the orphan asylum, he first
caught the message and organic
ed the ''Rosebuds," a gang Of
little boys, who protected each
Their from the big boys.
4AC llcAS dINOhCo AIS lIAC ~ NAAO
interests of the growers, the pro-
ducers, the farmers.
In his own way, talking with
a rapidity that is characteristic
of him Mr.. ,Sapiro tells the story
of his life in the American mag
agine, from which the follow
ing quotations are taken:
= II was born in San Francisco
thirty-eight years ago, the fifth
of nine children" says Mr.. Sa-
piro. 1--WE were pathetically
poor. I first saw light in the
kitchen of my aunt's, where my
mother had gone for refuge.
We didn't even have a roof over
our head.
when I was six. had to sell
papers and matches on the
streets of Oakland. Otherwise,
would have gone hungry. L
rather liked selling newspapers.
1t was clean and interesting
work. But peddling matches was
awfullr hard. In those days,
matches were made in large
square wooden blocks. We
bought five blocks for a nickel
and sold three for a nickel. They
were so big and heavy that
load big enough to bring in a
profit Of fifty cents weighed
twenty-five pounds. 1t was about
all I could stagger under, be-
cause I. was a very puny young
ster.
His First Carriage Ride
"They were wretched matches
only about one in five would
light when you wanted them to,
and it is wonder any one
bought them. We carried them
in flour sacks, and sometimes.
when they were swinging from
my back, they would catch fire,
and the whole thing would blaze
up. None Of them missed fire
then"
Two of the family died, and
that threw a greater burden on
Aaron and his older brother,
Phil, but they continued to fight
on, and finally built up such
paper trade that they stopped
selling matches.
st learned to read" continued
Mr.. Sapiro, land when L was a
little tad, I would please the
customers by reading off the