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Show u USELESS QUARRELS Two farmers met at the barbed wire fence. They were angry as bulls at each other. It was the age old quarrel over irrigation water that was the cause of the trouble. Words grew into gestures, ges-tures, gestures into threats, and threats into action. Finally the shovel of one was planted on the head of the other and then there was real troubles. Blood was flowing. A life was at stake. All because be-cause one said the othe took the water five minutes early, or because be-cause the other said one had more than his share. While the argument was going on a flood came down the sti'eam and swept them away. It watered their land and left a' deposit of rich soil to benefit future tillers. The other day two men met at the whittling post. The depression de-pression was the subject. One said: "This is never going to end. We have never had one like this before. You may think that next summer is going to be a good one, but I know better." The other contended that other panics of the past had seemed as bad and as endless, and that the future had seemed dark with no help in sight. This was a torch that set off the fireworks. Two good friends began to quarrel and for all we know are quarreling yet. As the flood swept away the farmers, so will prosperity sweep away these whittlers. The moral is that it is better to see what is coming than it is to weep over what is past. Spanish Fork Press. |