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Show oocxxcooooooocv SBciiilc Creek?! H Breeze ! BY K. B. One late October morning, when I was a lad, I was helping my father pick apples. It had rained during the night and the rain had turned to sleet, coating the leaves and the fruit with a cold dripping blanket. I As we reached up to pick an apple, this rain soaked snow would dribble through our fingers and down our coat sleeves. After about an hour of this, my hands became almost numb with cold. When I complained about this unpleasant situation Dad said, "My hands are always warm and dry, if they are ever so wet and cold." I thought at the time, that the Old Man was slightly "teched" for he, no doubt, was as cold and vet as I. Years afterwards, when l the responsibilities of life became more evident, I came to realize just what he really meant. To him, the harvesting of that apple crop meant coal to keep us warm, food to keep us alive, and books to further our education. His burning interest in our welfare wel-fare was the energy that kept him warm and dry; while I with no motive except my own personal comfort was wet and cold. Work is never hard, nor hours long for one who is interested in his job; but for the one who has no incentive beyond the close of the day or the end of the month, life is indeed monotonous and dull. The great contributions to the progress of mankind, have been made by those who have worked incessantly at the thing they chose to do; and this in the face of physical handicaps and mental discouragements. America could use more people pf this kind today; and a few less hoarders, profiteers, labor dictators, dictat-ors, and professional politicians. |