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About The Conservative (Nebraska City, Neb.) 1898-1902 | View Entire Issue (June 20, 1901)
' f t'ff ? " 1 " Che Conservative VOL. III. NO. 50. NEBRASKA CITY , NEBRASKA , JUNE 20 , 1901. SINGLE COPIES , 5 CENTS. < " * PUBLISHED WEEKLY. OFFICES : OVERLAND THEATRE BLOCK. J. STERLING MORTON , EDITOR. A JOURNAL DEVOTED TO THE DISCUSSION OF POLITICAL , ECONOMIC AND SOCIOLOGICAL QUESTIONS. CIRCULATION THIS WEEK , 12,457 COPIES. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. One dollar and a half per year in advance , postpaid to any part of the United States or Canada. Remittances made payable to The Morton Printing Company. Address , THE CONSERVATIVE , Nebraska City , Nebraska. Advertising rates made known upon appli cation. Entered at the postofflce at Nebraska City , Neb. , as Second Class matter , July 29 , 1898. The commercial ACCUMULATION , spirit is illustrated as vividly by the farmers of the corn belt of the United States as by any other class of acquisi tive Americans. The desire to get more land is dominant in the owner of nearly every farm in Nebraska. To this end self-denial and money-saving are prac ticed by him , and forced upon wife and children. Lorenzo Dow said : "The average western farmer toils hard , early and late , often depriving himself of needed rest for wliat ? To feed hogs for what ? To get money with which to buy more land. For what ? To raise more corn. For what ? To feed more hogs. For what ? To buy more land. And why does he want more land ? Why , he wishes to raise more corn , to feed more hogs , to buy more laud , to raise more corn , to feed more hogs. And in this circle he moves until the Almighty stops his hoggish proceedings. " And is not this the same gainful am bition which prompts the speculator in railroad stocks and other corporate se curities ? Is not the general welfare best promoted by small farms , well tilled ? Is not the return to the indi vidual owner of a small farm a better per cent , generally than that paid by the large farm ? Is it not more difficult and hazardous to try to operate a thou sand acres at a profit than a hundred acres ? Do not truck farms of ten acres often pay bigger incomes than whole quarter sections ? What is best for all is certainly best for each. Which will best conduce to the prosperity and happiness of the ma jority large or small farms ? After a day of HOMEWARD. toil in field , fac tory , counting room or office , tired men and women turn towards home with glad steps. It is the one spot on earth that leads the heart and lures the affections with changeless constancy. The paths that reach up to its thresholds are rough and repellent , or smooth and inviting by reason of the character and aims of those who make them. It is delightful to go homeward in the shelter and shade of great trees of one's own planting. Their benignant arms stretch out above us , their foliage shields from summer sun with tranquil care and the leaves murmur benedictions. With paths thus embowered and flowers blooming on either side , home-going is a precious privilege. The Elms and stately Pines whisper greetings and with the fragrance of blossoms are as human welcome to the weary who walk in such pleasant places. The tulip , the crocus , the flour de lis , the peony , the rose and the yucca , each in season gladdens the eye and with gorgeous colors and luxuriant growths embellishes the road that ends at the blessed home. But the flowers perish each autumn and the seared leaf drifts in the wind with a death-rattle sound each November. And so this strange mystery called life is only a path leading homeward. In it all the gener- All Going. atious are going. From the cradle to the grave is only a little journey and it is better to try and make it along paths pleasant with trees and flowers. Like them , man has his spring time , summer and winter and like them may he not live again and again ? Why not make this journey with smiles and embellish it with kindhearteduess , as the walks which lead up to our earthly homes are adorned with foliage , flower and fruits ? At the end of the work day , up the avenue , bordered with bloom and cooled with the leaves , how beautiful , restful and inviting the dear home stands with open door to receive us. And why not so walk through life that we may feel certain of an eternal home whence the arms of the loved and lost are held out to us as we finish our final home-going at the end of this world-journey ? We are all going home and the day is not long away when somebody shall say , "all those who were travelling these roads when the century began , have gone home. " We may choose paths fringed either with thorns and thistles or garnished with fair flowers and beautiful trees. And the road to the home in this . / , world or the way to a home in the next , . < - is as we make it by our thoughts , acts and character. More than three EDUCATION' hundred years ago APPLIED. in Rome , there gath ered about the grand colonnade that guards the approach to the Basilica , a vast crowd of human beings to see the elevation and placing of tb.e great Obelisk which Sesostris had wrought out for a monument at ancient ! Heliopolis , but which imperial greed > and power had brought as a trophy to the banks of the Tiber. The pulsations of the thousands of hearts in that eager throngj were strong and solicitous. Pope Sixtus , Pontiff at that time , had decreed absolute silence for each spectator. A violation of the decree was to be punished by death. To make the truth plain that the penalty would be inflicted , a gallows was erected in sight of all the people pres ent. At the word of command the mag nificent monolith began to rise upward , slowly towards the perpendicular , which would set it firmly on its base. But at the last moment , at the very second when another turn of the windlass would have stood it firmly in position the taut ropes were found to be wound to their utmost tension , and the ma chinery devised for the occasion incap able of further effort. Breathless silence prevailed. The ropes were almost ready- to part asunder , when a sharp , ear-pierc ing voice rang out , clear and strong , "Bagnate le Oorde , " "Wet the rope ! " Water was dashed upon the cords , they contracted and the massive obelisk rose in stately grandeur to its upright poise , where it still stands. The rugged son of the sea who had broken silence and cried out the method for success stepped forward into the open space to receive punishment. But in its stead he met pardon , commenda tion , honors and renown. His educa tion , his learning from the wet experiences of the surging sea , he applied practically to a great end and with infinite success. Modern education fails often because its possessor has no quick sense as to when , where and how it may be applied to the every day affairs of life. That education is best which will enable one to live most completely and satisfactorily in this humdrum world and to begin to thus live at the dawn of womanhood and manhood.
