Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1937-04-29
Down ON rHsG
q lTnzl1l az
M By ASS cRosBXNHSa6k..

Somehow, most of us live, and live
quite well. By some mysterious man.
ner we build comfortable homes, buy
automobiles, incur oil stock, educate
our children, and salt down a little
cash. We, therefore, wonder why and
by what manner of reasoning or
figuring the statisticians try to prove
that all main lines of agriculture are
conducted at a loss.
Poor statisticians, they never know
OF consider the many little things we
don't do that helps us save money,
They don't know that good farmer
never becomes hungry because he
may lose can opener. They don't
known that we become attached to
our soils, and are just as much part
of the farm as the trees growing out
Of the earth. Those would-be friends
don't seem to know that we grow all
the things we eat, actually buying a
little sugar, coffee, salt and flour.
wish to remind them that it's the
little outgoes that mount up and keer
farmers poor. ie2
have never been able to see that
such fantasies in figures lead US any
where. maintain that there are fur.
Their ramifications, for the farming
industry and it's branches support
equipment and machinery manufac-
turers, newspapers and magazines
cold storage and warehouses and q
big slice goes to the railroads in
come. Where then is this colossus
headed? What are you thinking and
planning to do towards it's advance
ment?
Can't Be Bothered
1 once heard a neighbor say to my
father:
"My old woman is always bother.
ing me to pillow the garden or to helr
her with the flowers and vegetables
But I'm too busy to monkey will
such stuff.
That neighbor needed some fun but
he was afraid to fool around will
his wife's flowers and garden to gel
it. He was afraid to help his wife
keep actual cost records on the gar
den and learn that it was the best
paying piece of ground on the farm
/ Our neighbor was afraid to allow
penetration by Nature, else his sou
would open up to some touching i'm
pressions. I know now that he wa.
afraid he'd take roots at his feet, anc
at best he was simply living as 1
potted plant in shut-up house. Mos
of all, he was afraid to establish any
communication with his garden soil
Nature Won't Cater
The just and the unjust both gel
rainfall, but I question the justice Of
what happens afterwards. It seems
to be only in April when it can shine
and shower at the same time and
and leave results that seem II
amount to anything, for then:
Father was a partner with the rain
and the dew and the dust. He
mingled with it and made use of it;
he made it his job to conserve what
water he could, even though April
showers often put him in a moist and
spongy mood. Father realized that
he was getting the greatest abund-
ance of one of the best public utilities
which the world gets for nothing.
The drier it got the more blowing
I had to do, for my daddy knew that
weed destruction, litter mulches and
surface cultivation were the best
methods for conserving the water
supply. He knew that the supply of
water in the soil itself and in the
atmosphere in the form of humidity
were the chief limiting factors in his
farming operations. Nature won't
cater or compromise, so her partners
must.