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editor, if it might be dignified as a point, was 
that my contention that it was not the gar- 
dener’s business to produce, but to go through 
the motions which should end in production was 
erroneous. The writer averred that it was better 
to have a garden produce, that it was more fun 
to grow things than to grow at them. An array 
of vegetables was set in view with the intent 
to incite the observer to cupidity. I cared for 
no such utilitarian logic. It scathed me not. I 
stood obdurate. I am for the art of the thing. 
To stand stolidly by and insist on a garden 
raising vegetables and hollyhocks seems to me 
the essence of selfishness. Where is the altruistic 
spirit if that be the summum bonum of gardening? 
Where is the poetry of the thing gone? Do we not 
walk by faith? and is faith not its own reward? 
TI protest, this editor was a son of Tubal Cain 
who wanted to see sparks fly whenever he hit 
an anvil. A body’s hunger will be more readily 
appeased by a potato which has grown in the 
garden than by one which has not grown. That 
is granted. But are we not told that the hungry 
are blessed? I certainly have read that remark 
somewhere, and how shall we be hungry and get 
the beatitude personally applied if we raise the 
potato and eat it? Now, that is logic, hoe-handle 
logic. It would dig up any editor who attempted 
to attack this writer on the art of gardening. 
We will not listen to editorial expectorations like 
this. We hold to the garden and its spirit of 
