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VOL. III. NO. 50. NEBRASKA CITY , NEBRASKA , JUNE 20 , 1901. SINGLE COPIES , 5 CENTS. < " *
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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.