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 
oclock, 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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