WHITHER ARE WE DRIFTING? 



which keeps on telling telling in business, telling 

 in descendants, telling in family in the only way 

 in which family is Worth the name. 



But paid spectators of sports do not produce that 

 sort of blood for very many generations, not unless 

 they have other forms of sport as well, individual 

 sport, actual sport, sport on the earth, under the sky, 

 by the waters, in the woods building blood which 

 tells today and tomorrow. If a son of mine con- 

 tracted the sneaking habit of going fishing whenever 

 he got a chance I am not sure that I would lick him 

 for it. But if he developed a predilection for pop 

 and cigarettes, if he did not know how to walk or 

 shoot or ride, if he came home and told me all about 

 Connie McGraw and Willie Collins and nothing 

 about trees and flowers, methinks I would keep a 

 large paternal slipper in pickle for his anatomy. 



All this, however, in strict confidence, gentle 

 reader. Who am I to chide you? I do not chide 

 you. But the long years of the future will chide 

 you if you are not a man. 



(i) 



