The Fight Two Men Are Making 



Here are two pictures drawn from real life. They tell a 

 story by comparison which should make a poor man pause 

 and ponder. Neither is an exception or an unusual case. 

 Both may be found in the original today. One is a story of 

 life and happiness in the big North Woods. The other is a 

 story from "The City Where Nobody Cares." Which is the 

 most attractive? 



THE FIGHT OF ONE. 



(Six o'clock in the morn- 

 ing.) The alarm clock beat 

 a discordant tattoo on the lit- 

 tle nickel-plated gong and 

 the laborer awoke. Mechan- 

 ically he began crawling from 

 bed and reaching for his 

 street clothes. 



"Mary!" he called. "Mary, 

 it's 6 o'clock. I must hurry." 



He heard his wife moving 

 about in the adjoining room. 

 He heard her slowly drawing 

 on the \vorn clothing, and 

 lacing up the heavy shoes. 

 He went tc the stove, shook 

 the grate, threw in a scanty 

 supply of coal, then turned 

 to the kitchen and started 

 the fire with which "Mary" 

 would cook breakfast. 



Outside, a milk wagon rat- 

 tled along the cobble-stones 



THE FIGHT OF ANOTHER. 



(Six o'clock in the morn- 

 ing.) For an hour, the birds 

 had been calling. A par- 

 tridge, frightened by the 

 swoop of a. hawk, fluttered 

 past the cabin and hid in the 

 hazelbrush. A chipmunk 

 scampered across the flooring 

 and darted into a box of po- 

 tatoes, freshly dug. The chill 

 air of the woods, laden with 

 the odor of pine trees and 

 wild grasses permeated the 

 room. 



"Mary," said the man, "it's 

 time for breakfast. Let's get 

 up. I'm going to dig potatoes 

 till noon, then I'm going over 

 beyond the ridge and gather 

 cranberries. We might want 

 them this winter." 



The settler drew on his 

 clothing, lighted the fire in 



