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October 4, 
Hope Farm Notes 
Of all the planting that a farmer finds 
it necessary to do there is nothing quite 
equal to transplanting home-grown plants 
in the garden of education. Some homes 
might be called hotbeds, others are very 
cold frames, and there are grades running 
all between. Children grow up away 
from childhood and show that they are 
ready for transplanting—with evidences 
around the head to be compared with 
those on a tomato plant. You cut off 
their roots, and try to trim their heads 
and plant them in the hard field of prac¬ 
tical life or in the sheltered garden of 
education. It is a large undertaking, for 
here is the best crop of your farm put out 
at a hazard. You may not have grown 
or trimmed it right, and the soil in which 
you plant it may not prove congenial, or 
some wild old strain from a remote an¬ 
cestor may “come back” Avhen it should 
“stay put.” You cannot tell about these 
things except by experiment; therefore 
there is nothing quite equal' to this sort 
of transplanting. That is the way Mother 
and I felt as we took the two older chil¬ 
dren off to college. My experience has 
taught me both the power and the weak¬ 
ness of an education. He who can grasp 
the true spirit of it acquires a trained 
mind, and that means mastery. He who 
simply “goes to college” and drifts along 
with the crowd without real mental train¬ 
ing is worse off than if he never entered. 
He cannot live up to his reputation as a 
college man, and when a man must go 
through life always dragging behind his 
reputation he is only a tin can tied to the 
tail of what was once his ambition. I 
can imagine an intelligent parrot going 
through college, and perhaps passing the 
examinations; but all his life he would 
be a parrot, unable to apply what he had 
learned to practical things. I made up 
my mind long ago to give each one of the 
children opportunity. That means a 
chance to study through a good college. 
Each and every one must pay back to me 
later the money which this costs. My 
backing continues just as long as they 
show desire, through their labor, to think 
and work out the real worth of education. 
Should they become mentally and morally 
lazy and assume that “going to college” is 
like having the measles or raising a beard 
—out they come at once, for if I know 
anything at all it is the fact that the so- 
called student who goes through college 
just because his parents think it is the 
thing to do makes about as poor a drone 
as the human hive can produce. 
Where should the children go? The 
case of the girl was quickly settled by her 
mother. Years ago this good lady had 
her own dreams of a college education, 
and knew just where she wanted to go. 
Denied the privilege of going herself, she 
nominated her daughter as her substitute. 
That settled it—there was no primary or 
referendum or special election. There 
seemed to me something of poetic realiza¬ 
tion in this setting of the only bud into 
the long-desired and long impossible tree 
of knowledge. As for the boy—the case 
was different. 1 would like to send at 
least one child back to my old college, 
and I think a couple of the smaller ones 
will go later. I know better than to try 
to crowd boys into associations which are 
not congenial. If your boy has intelli¬ 
gence enough to justify his going to col¬ 
lege let him use that intelligence to de¬ 
cide something of what lie wants. I ad¬ 
vised the boy to select one of the smaller 
colleges of high reputation, and to keep 
away from the great universities. lie 
made what I call a good choice—an insti¬ 
tution of high character, lonely location 
and with one great statesman graduate 
who stands up in history like a great 
lighthouse, to show a glory of public life 
and the dangerous rock of his own private 
habits. 
Well, Mother and I traveled close to 
900 miles up and down through New 
England on this trip of planting in the 
garden of education. I could write a 
book on the memories and anticipations 
which filled the minds of this Hope Farm 
quartette. As the train rushed up the 
country, winding through villages and 
climbing hills, we took on groups of 
bright-faced boys on their way to college. 
Before we reached the end of our journey 
the train was crowded with them. There 
was one sour-faced old fellow on the train 
who viewed those boys with no benevolent 
the rural new-vorke;c 
eye. “A lazy, careless lot. I’d put them 
all at work!” The old man was wrong— 
he was sour. Even the evidence of hope 
and faith in the future which those 
bright-eyed boys brought could not sweeten 
him. Here were the thinkers and dream¬ 
ers and workers of the future. Under¬ 
neath their fun and careless hope they 
carried the prayers of their mothers and 
the poorly expressed dreams of fathers 
who saw in those boys the one chance to 
carry on a life work. While the old man 
scowled on I found myself quoting from 
“Snow Bound,” Whittier’s picture of the 
college boy who taught the Winter school: 
“Large-brained, clear-eyed, of such as he 
Shall Freedom’s young apostles be.” 
The responsibility of acting as “young 
apostles” would have wearied these 
boys, but unconsciously they were absorb¬ 
ing part of the spirit which will fit them 
for the work. Finally the train stopped 
and poured us out into a dusty road. 
There were not teams enough to carry 10 
per cent, of the crowd, and the rest of 
us cheerfully took up our burdens, crossed 
the river and mounted a steep and dusty 
hill. It took me back 80 years and more 
to my first three-mile dusty walk to col¬ 
lege. At the hilltop, as the glory of the 
college campus stood revealed in the 
shimmering light of the setting sun, it 
must have seemed to the freshmen that 
they had surely been “walking up Zion's 
hill.” To me it was like old times patched 
up and painted and perhaps a few orna¬ 
ments added. Yet two boys went by 
bending under the weight of mattresses. 
When I first hit college I bought a bed 
tick, carried it to the barn and stuffed it 
with straw. It was all the same, only the 
difference which the years naturally bring 
in comfort and convenience. But finally 
the darkness came and the moon seemed 
to climb up over the college buildings, 
fjpoding the campus with long bright 
splinters of light. As we walked back 
under the trees there came back to me 
the one, unchangeable, holy thing of col¬ 
lege life—the undying, gentle, kindly spirit 
of the college which a man must carry as 
long as he lives. 
We got up before five o’clock and trav¬ 
eled far down the Connecticut Valley to 
plant the family flower. Those of you 
who have read “The Princess” and have 
fairly active imaginations may realize 
how the Hope Farm man felt at this in¬ 
stitution. Here men did not even reach 
a back seat. I saw only ope old gentle¬ 
man about the institution. There was 
absolutely nothing for me to do except 
stand about, hat in hand, and pay the 
bills. At the railroad station three good- 
looking girls of the Y. W. C. A. met us 
and told us just whore to go. At the col¬ 
lege another girl took a suitcase and 
walked off with it to show my daughter’s 
room. The express business and the 
trunks were all handled by a fine-looking 
woman who gave points on good-nature 
to any express agent I ever saw. The 
sale of furniture, the bureau of informa¬ 
tion, the handling of money—the com¬ 
plete organization was conducted by wom¬ 
en and girls. It was all well done, in a 
thoroughly business-like manner and with 
rare courtesy. True, the girls who con¬ 
ducted the information bureau stopped 
now and then to eat popcorn or candy. 
College boys of equal rank would prob¬ 
ably have smoked cigarettes. There was 
just one other man in the hall, who, like 
me, had brought his daughter there to 
plant her in the garden of education. I 
caught his eye, and knew that our 
thoughts were twins. I fully expected at 
any time to see “two stalwart daughters 
of the plow” approaching to do their duty. 
The spirit of this college seemed excel¬ 
lent. It may be a debatable question 
with some as to whether a school taught, 
organized and conducted entirely by wom¬ 
en is more desirable than one taught by 
men or where co-education is permitted. 
There is no debate in our family, since 
the ruling spirit, whose instincts are usu¬ 
ally right, has decided the question. It 
seemed to me that the training at this 
school is sure to give these girls responsi¬ 
bility and dignity. My two girls went 
into a store to buy furniture for the 
room, and I stayed outside until the time 
came for my part of the deal—paying for 
it. Across the campus and up the street 
came a beautiful woman walking slowly 
and thoughtfully on. Tall and shapely, 
but for her years she might have repre¬ 
sented Tennyson’s Princess. Every 
movement of her body gave the impres¬ 
sion of power. Her face seemed like a 
mask of patient suffering with an electric 
light of knowledge and faith behind it. I 
remember years ago to have seen another 
such woman walking across the village 
green in a country town. A rough man, 
a stranger to me, took off his hat and 
said : 
“Some woman — that!" 
Yes, indeed—“some woman!” It is 
possible that some of these “daughters of 
the plow” had an eye on the Hope Farm 
man for watching ladies walking across 
the campus, but had they arrested me I 
should have told them the story of Billy 
Hendricks. Billy was apprentice in a 
printer’s shop in England. The boss of¬ 
fered a prize and a raise in wages to the 
apprentice who could set up a certain ad¬ 
vertisement in the best form. Billy need¬ 
ed the money. He went to the foreman 
and asked: 
“How can I make this ‘ad’ so it will 
show true proportions?” 
“Look at me!" said the foreman. 
There he stood, big and broad-shoul¬ 
dered, a true figure of a man, and as 
Billy studied him he found the words of 
that “ad” shaping themselves in his mind. 
The others were mechanical. Billy had 
vision and won. Some of us who must 
admit that we have neither beauty nor 
shape are glad to have before our children 
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