CHAPTER XIX 



Cooperate ! Cooperate ! 



If you would keep the boys 

 Contented with the farmer's lot, 



A sharer of his joys. 

 Lift them above the path that you 



Of old were wont to walk, 

 A humdrum round of drudgery, 



Where wolves of want close stalk. 



Cooperate ! Cooperate ! 



The good wife needs a rest, 

 For she has shared your burdens long, 



Your true friend and your best. 

 Through countless tasks and thankless toil 



Her youth was gladly spent, 

 But now the load too heavy lies 



Upon her shoulders bent. 



There are many problems that are troubling our 

 wise men a good deal that will be solved by the suc- 

 cessful operation of this plan. A few of them may 

 well claim our attention. We have all read the 

 mournful lamentation over the unwillingness of 

 young men to remain on the farms. The tendency 

 of population is, we are told, constantly toward the 

 cities. And the tendency is growing stronger all the 

 while. The percentage of the city to the total popu- 

 lation is larger than it was ten years ago, it being 



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