TWO MINUTE TALKS. 4/1 



asked to sing, and I won't sing now. The hymn was so ap- 

 propriate I thought I would remember it. I will repeat it 

 slowly so you can get the idea all the way through. If I miss 

 a word I don't want you to do as they do at school if a boy 

 can't speak his piece, laugh at him. This is the hymn they sang: 



Once more the liberal year laughs out 

 O'er richer stores than gems or gold ; 

 Once more, with harvest-song and shout, 

 Is nature's bloodless triumph told. 



O, favors every year made new ! 



O, blessings with the sunshine sent ! 

 The bounty overruns our due, 



The fulness shames our discontent. 



We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on ; 



We murmur, but the corn ears fill ; 

 We choose the shadow, but the sun 



That casts it, shines behind us still. 



Now let these altars, wreathed with flowers 



And piled with fruits, awake again 

 Thanksgiving for the golden hours, 



The early and the latter rain. 



I am not going to take up much time. Mr. Cummins said 

 I could have a minute of his time, and any way I am not trans- 

 gressing, because this is the last number, and you don't have 

 to stay if you don't want to. I was over at the school — and it 

 is always a pleasure to me to go over there. I took Mr. Moyle 

 with me, and I want to say a word about him. He is one of the 

 nicest and pleasantest young men in the state of Wisconsin, and 

 he is doing a wonderful thing, something you can't appreciate 

 unless you have tried it yourself; he is managing a choir of 

 ten young lady singers, and a man who can do that deserves a 

 crown when he gets up yonder. (Laughter.) I took him over 

 there because I thought he would like it there. He has some 

 mighty nice sisters. When I went to Mr. Yahnke's last Sunday 

 morning and saw his four nice girls sittnig on the bed and his 

 wife sitting at the foot of the bed, all trying to make it pleasant 

 and comfortable for him — I tell you when I saw that man in his 

 home I envied him. He has a splendid home, and he deserves 

 all he gets. What I was getting at was this : We have so 

 much to be thankful for. I told the young people over there 

 they had reason to be grateful because they were permitted to 

 start out in life in the twentieth cntury ; while we older ones 

 were just stepping over, they were permitted to start out under 

 the most favorable conditions. I told them they were living 

 in one of the finest states in the Union. There is a darky over 

 at the school, but there was no race prejudice apparent any- 



