G L K A N I N G S IN BEE C U I. T U R E 



IN years past 

 I had been 

 in the habit 

 o f having i n 

 tliis journal 

 a department 

 headed " Trav- 

 els." I remem- 

 ber that some 

 time ago a good 

 friend wrote me 

 asking if I was 

 going to " trav- 

 el." If so, he 

 wanted GtLean-' 

 INGS; but if not, he did not think he could 

 afford to take it. Well, every little while 

 in my old age I feel again the impulse to 

 travel and learn as much as possible about 

 this great, wide world, even if I am to- 

 Avard 80 years of age. I want to see what 

 provision our nation is making for "daily 

 bread." I also want to see how they man- 

 age to carry on business Avith the shortage 

 of help this great war has caused; and I 

 want to know, too, how much the world is 

 becoming inclined in these latter days to 

 follow Him who said, " I came that 

 they may have life, and may have it abun 



OUR HOMES 



A. I. ROOT 



(4ive us this cbiy our daily bread — Matt. (i;ll. 



It is not good that the man should 1 e alone. I 

 will make him a help meet for him. — Gen. 2:18. 



I came that they may have life, and may have 

 it abundantly. — Joiiy 10:10. 



Ski'te.mher, 1918 



gardening, and 

 at the supper- 

 table Terry re- 

 m a r k e d that 

 every article of 

 food on that ta- 

 ble came from 

 their back-yard 

 war garden. 



Both good 

 friends went 

 down to the 

 train witli me, 

 put me on the 

 right sleeper for 

 Chicago, and once more 1 was alone in 

 the great busy world's traffic. 



On reaching Chicago I was taken in 

 hand by the manager of the A. T. Root 

 Co.'s supply house and taken over to the 

 proper depot and put on board a car for 

 Poynette, Wis. By the way, I am always 

 pleased to see girls and women occupying 

 important posts in our great business 

 marts. In that great depot in Chicago 

 there were two bright women in charge of 

 the " information bureau." I asked when 

 I could get a train, and how soon I could 

 reach Poynette, Wis. By the way, it was 



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dantly." The children said I was getting a pleasure to me to see how quickly they 



to be too old to travel; I would get waylaid 

 and robbed in the big cities, or run over 

 by the cars.* And Mrs. Root herself said 

 T would be sure to get sick, and then a 

 lot of other things "might happen." My 

 grandson Wynne, who wrote the article 

 on food, on page 500 of our last issue, ran 

 n'le down to the depot witli the electric 

 automobile. In the great city of Akron 

 1 called on my niece and her husband, Mr. 

 Terry Hastings. They gave me a nice sup- 

 per, and put me on the sleeper bound for 

 Chicago. By the way, they were just sit- 

 ting down to the table when T called; and 

 when I was speaking about short cuts be- 

 tween producer and consumer they showed 

 me theh- beautiful garden just back of the 

 house. Every bit of it was high-pressure 



*It is true I did not get run over by the cars or 

 else T should not be here dictating; but, on my 

 return home, in thei great city of St. Paul I fol- 

 lowed the crowd, carryina; a bis;, heavy valise. An 

 engine was comina; toward us. but, like the rest, 

 T thought there was plenty of time to get out of its 

 way. On account of the heavy valise T was one 

 of "the last to get over. I .still thought there was 

 l)lenty of time, but a big policeman stationed there 

 to look after old people like myself .iudged other- 

 wise. He swept me off my fe.et, big valise and all. 

 and set me over on the platform in a place of 

 safety so quickly I hardly knew what had hao- 

 poned. When T expected him to give me a scold- 

 in'x for my recklessness or want of .iudgmeiit, he 

 did not even say a word, but kept right on attend- 

 ing, ti) his regular businoss. T suppose he is doing 

 the same thing just now while I write these words. 



investigated the different routes to reach 

 the place, and to see them enter into full 

 investigation, as if I was a particular 

 friend of theirs. 



Our readers, or at least some of them, 

 will recall that Poynette is the home of 

 Mr. Forrest, whom T visited about a year 

 ago, -and wrote up his electric windmill — 

 see page 882, Nov., 1917. By the way, so 

 far as I can ascertain, friend Forrest and I 

 are the only men living, or the only two 

 men who have ever lived, who are running 

 an automobile by electricity generated by 

 wind power. In other words, we are the 

 only two men on the face of the earth who 

 feed their " steeds " neither hay nor grain, 

 and not even gasoline. But we feed the 

 steed only on wind, which the gi'eat Father 

 in his kindness gave to each and all, if we 

 will only reach out and up and grasp it. 



When I an-ived at the town of Portage, 

 where we had to change cars, there were 

 three long trains of soldiers — American 

 boys en route for the war. For some rea- 

 son or other our train was lield back about 

 two hours to let these soldiers pass; and 

 while tlie tliree long trains of boys — or at 

 least they seemed boys to me — were await- 

 ing orders, a lot of the young girls in and 

 al)out Portaye came to see the boys off. 

 Altho these boys were bound for a foreign 

 land, perhaps never to come back, they 



