68 WITH EARTH AND SKY 
altruistic effort and poetical interpretation. A 
punkin is not the end of the punkin vine. It is 
the aftermath of the punkin flower. You cannot 
make punkin pie of the punkin bloom, but neither 
can you wear the punkin for a_button-hole 
bouquet. So the zsthete in us champions the 
blossom while the dull instinctive utilitarian and 
animal insists on the pie. I stand by the flower- 
ing of the punkin vine rather than the pie-ing 
of the same vine. Now, what any punkin head 
will decide on this business will depend on the punk- 
inity of his head. I cannot loiter with him longer. 
The garden calleth and the hoe waiteth my coming. 
Hence, I bid the editor a scathing adieu and pro- 
ceed to tickle the garden with the hoe. 
Then, envy often puts forth its ill-odored 
flower when the incapables look at us capables’ 
garden. I have had such experiences repeatedly 
—and attribute them to the weakness of human 
nature. They are sign of its extreme frailty. 
I condone it but cannot approve it. For instance, 
after I had sweat and moiled and toiled many 
long, intellectual hours over a garden which 
produced less or more according to how much 
it yielded, an envious neighbor sent me this poem, 
It was the busy hour of four, 
When from a city hardware store, 
Emerged a gentleman who bore 
1 hoe, 
1 spade, 
1 wheelbarrow. 
