A DAY WITH MR. BURBANK 



noble sense is the common property of the 

 people, is entitled to his own privacies ; even 

 more, from the standpoint of achievement for 

 the welfare of the world, is entitled to his 

 precious hours of labor, when a single 

 thoughtless interruption may be the means 

 of irreparable loss. 



Each day with Mr. Burbank is a composite, 

 or perhaps better put, a mosaic; and no two 

 are just alike. At certain seasons of the year, 

 particularly should some great fertilizing test 

 be under way, he is up with the sun, when the 

 flowers are opening and the bees are a-wing 

 and Nature is in her gentlest and most ingen- 

 uous mood. For hours on such a day as this 

 he must work unremittingly, until the pollen- 

 ating of great numbers of plants has been 

 completed and Nature has been made ready to 

 be big with wondrous secrets. Commonly, he 

 rises about seven o'clock and breakfasts at 

 eight. If much worn on the preceding day, he 

 may lie in bed until nine, or possibly ten 

 o'clock, for he is an ardent believer in the 

 efficacy of absolute physical and mental 

 rest following periods of prolonged toil. He 

 has proven for himself the recuperative and^ 



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