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Show STRAY PLANTS j The farmer's expletive "My Land I" The slanderer is the social miner, ever seeking 4,p:iy-dirt.u A seeming sneer may be only the lack of a dentist. Put your heart Id your work. (Plenty of room for it.) Prejudice is like a good cigar. Enjoy It alone. Every "hep-hep'' of the boy scout marks the advance thread of a real man. Patience, hoys. Did you ever note how the old team seems to know when Dad takes hold of the linos? Ou the school-house, yes. And you might even hoist Old Glory above the potato-field. Think of a food-shortnge when the only happy people will be the dyspeptics dys-peptics ! Pretty good kind of aristocracy, after af-ter all, that dug up crocuses to plant the potatoes. Remember, life's record is always written with an indelible pencil. Hence so many obscuring blots. Always try to transplant young sprouts into better soil. Your young life is oue of them. It were not seemly to think you're "the only man ln the world" but try to think you know one mighty good one. Nature gave the hawk speed, to strike the dove but you'll he doing nothing unnatural to shoot the liitwk. J. H. Mackley in Ohio Farmer. |