FOURTEENTH ANNUAL YEAR BOOK— PART VI. 517 



"Well," he said, "that is all right; I don't drink myself; but I 

 thought you would like to." Then I knew he was a better Irishman! 



That man told me that he had lived on the same farm for nearly 

 twelve years as a tenant, never knowing from one month's end to the 

 next whether he would stay on it or not, and during all that time he 

 hadn't spent one cent upon buildings or property that was not abso- 

 lutely necessary for him to spend, and his buildings were literally fall- 

 ing to pieces. The floors were out and the roof leaking, and the farm 

 buildings were going to pieces, and the fences were down, and the 

 place looked like rack and ruin. Then there came into effect a new 

 law in Ireland, which made it possible for those renters to gain per- 

 manent possession of their land. He found that he could sign some 

 papers that would make that place his, provided he continued to make 

 an annual payment at the proper place for a period of sixty or seventy 

 years, and as long as that payment was kept up, the farm would con- 

 tinue to be his. The payment was not as large as the man had been 

 paying to the absent lan'dlord, without ever coming into possession of 

 the property. He said he had no more than signed those papers before 

 he came back to his farm and began to fix it up. He more than doubled 

 the size of his house, laid out a nice garden around the front, and 

 there it was, with the gravel walks, hedges and flower beds. In the 

 rear was a vegetable garden. He had put up a new barn costing him 

 $1,000. His family had taken on new spirit and hopes, and it was an 

 entirely different place. 



Some of you gentlemen probably know much more about this farm 

 tenancy problem than I do; but it is a question we ought not to be 

 overlooking. I tell you, gentlemen, that these questions coming up are 

 making us realize more and more that the science of yesterday is the 

 practice of today. Only a few years back, Pasteur, the great scientist 

 of France, was working week in and week out, trying to find some way 

 by which he could kill the bacteria in delicate milk and not injure the 

 fluid, and he worked with all the scientific apparatus at his command, 

 and patiently continued on the problem. Sometimes he thought he 

 would not be able to do it, but finally he came to the solution of that 

 question. He could kill the bacteria in a delicate substance and not 

 kill the substance itself; and he published that result in a scientific 

 journal, and other papers published it; and today milk dealers in all 

 of our largest cities are pasteurizing their milk on exactly the principles 

 that Pasteur laid down, and there are men getting $10 to $15 a week 

 who are doing that work as well as Pasteur himself could do it. The 

 science of yesterday is becoming the practice of today. 



I have heard a man say, in the face of statements of the best 

 scientists, that there is no such thing as hydrophobia of dogs or ani- 

 mals, and that there is no such, thing as a mad dog; and he was an 

 intelligent man, too. Indeed, he was a physician, and he pooh-poohed 

 the idea of there being such a thing or any remedy for it, and did all 

 he could to counteract the efforts of the officials and experts to eradi- 

 cate that disease. One day while in his office he heard the tramp of 

 many feet upon the porch of his house, and the door was opened and 

 the men said: "We have a boy that has been bitten by a dog." The 



