SOME QUALIFICATIONS OF THE WOMAN COUNTY AGENT 



address about ten years ago, when he was discussing another 

 subject. Doubtless he would amend it now by substituting a 

 high powered automobile for the carriage and horses, but still 

 the description of the country home and its environment is 

 worthy of study by the women and girls who hope to be 

 demonstrators in home making. He spoke in part as follows : 

 * * The cotter can produce a more beautiful tree, if he loves it, 

 than the millionaire can require his hired slave to produce. Roses 

 and honeysuckles and the old-fashioned pink are democratic. The 

 rudest home on the rocks out there may be a very bower of beauty. 

 Your gospel comes to the rich man hard pressed with business cares, 

 and bids him find a new source of rest and joy. It comes to the 

 poor man bowed down under severe daily toil and teaches the same 

 lesson. It gives to both a truer conception of life and happiness. 

 The merchant prince with stately mansion richly furnished; driven 

 to his business in a shining carriage drawn by glossy horses, liveried 

 coachman on the boot, is an object of envy. How about this farmer 

 prince whom I am about to describe A cosy white cottage em- 

 bowered in roses in the midst of a pretty yard. The cottage is 

 clean and simple within and there are evidences of a love of books 

 and music and art. In the meadow sleek and stately cattle drink 

 at the limpid brook. Young lambkins skip from bank to bank or 

 troop away to their bleating dams. The young com is full of sap 

 and grew so much last night that you can begin to hear the rustle 

 of the rich dark green leaves. The cherry trees are reddening in the 

 orchard and you can hear the quarrel of the woodpeckers over the 

 first ripe cherries. The sweet smell of the red clover comes floating 

 over the field and you can hear the hum of the bees at their joyous 

 task. The farmer is hitching a pair of strong, contented horses to 

 the mowing machine, for the clover must be cut today. His brow 

 is not so drawn as that of the merchant prince, and he is whistling 

 to himself in an undertone. Why should not he also be envied, 

 and is this life less wholesome and worthy than that? Maybe, 

 after all, he would not be willing to exchange all with the mer- 

 chant prince." 



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