CHAPTER XX 



"grubb, the potato king" 



IN MY home we are never quite so happy as on 

 the days when we have baked potatoes, done to 

 a mealy nicety, broken open, treated with a great 

 chunk of butter, and served piping hot. Then my 

 wife says, "That's all we are going to have today 

 except pie, but there are plenty of pies." On those 

 days we always add to our simple little grace, "And 

 O Lord, please bless Eugene Grubb." I suppose that 

 most people think of Mr. Grubb immediately as "the 

 potato king" — the man who knows more about pota- 

 toes and has done more for potatoes than any one 

 else in the world. When a man comes to be the best 

 authority in the world on anything, from picking 

 a time lock to saving a human soul, it means that he 

 has had lots of competition, done a lot of thinking 

 and hard work, and has not been in the vacuum class 

 as to brain. Most men, however, are specialists. 

 Perhaps Pope was right, as to the average, in his 

 lines — 



One science only will one Genius fit, 

 So wide is art, so narrow human wit. 



But Pope missed it as to the great big-brained men 

 whose lives have been broadened out into many ave- 



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