A JERSEY GENTLEMAN. 
Teacher of Dairying and Determination. 
{{ TyfE have with us today” ;i Jersey gentle- 
rr man, Julia's Majesty, A. J. C. C. S9717— 
the head of the Jersey herd at Deep Spring 
Farms, New Jersey. Some of you may have attend¬ 
ed a banquet or a political meeting at which various 
notables were to speak. It soon becomes tiresome— 
the long monotonous round of oratorical hacks who 
are trotted out to exhibit their mental spavins and 
repeat their stale jokes and stories. 
"H’c have with us tonight!” That is the way 
the chairman begins, and the audience will brighten 
up enough to take a look at 
the new speaker. He is usu¬ 
ally some bloodless slouch 
of a man without enough 
ambition to square up his 
shoulders or power enough 
to keep them squared. The 
listeners size up his limp 
nerveless attitude. “There 
is no speculation’’ in his 
eyes. It is evident from his 
face and form that he has 
no message to deliver. 
There will be nothing but 
platitudes or dodging of the 
truth from him and his 
would-be hearers either go 
out. talk to their neighbors 
or let their minds go wan¬ 
dering away to more agree¬ 
able things. 
“TFc have with us to¬ 
night.” The chairman re¬ 
peats the old formula, but 
this time there conies a man 
of a different type. His 
head is up, his shoulders are 
squared, he looks you right 
in the eye with that strange 
spiritual thing which men 
call personal power. Every 
listener knows that here is a 
man with a message—a man 
who brings a bit of truth 
cut out of his own exper¬ 
ience, and a slice of human 
nature handed down out of 
the years. There is some¬ 
thing strong and compelling 
about that eye and carriage, 
and every man in the room 
sits up to listen. For pow¬ 
er attracts power, and the 
face of a strong personality 
will always dominate society. 
So when we say, “UV hare with us today a Jersey 
genth man!” you look at his face tirst of all. Here 
we have the picture of power—strong, masculine 
and vigorous. Here is no lazy lunkhead or sleepy 
barnyard boss, but a wide-eyed intelligent king of 
the herd, full of nerve and pride of royal descent. 
You never saw a successful racehorse or a prize 
dairy cow or the father of a high-class business hen 
who was afraid to look^tou in the eye. or who went 
about with a moping, sleepy attitude. On the con¬ 
trary. such creatures, like this bull, show that touch 
of wild freedom which has ever given the males of 
a race or breed the power to dominate and excel. 
It does not make so much difference where a man 
comes from as where he comes out. He may be 
rightly classed as a “scrub" as regards his origin, 
yet by sheer force of personality he may win a 
place among men which fairly entitles him to the 
right to “stand before kings.” It is different with 
this Jersey gentleman, for Julia's Majesty comes by 
his name through the blood of some of the greatest 
Jerseys that ever lived. Why, if Jersey cattle were 
human beings this determined looking individual 
would be a prince of the royal blood. His mother 
and his maternal ancestors for four generations 
carried the blood of Julia. The blood of Majesty 
on the father’s side makes him worthy of his great 
name. This bull has the backing and we see 
from his face and neck, the power and individ- 
as a sermon on the patient, hangdog spirit which 
they need more than all else. Or, we would like to 
compel some of these obstinate, selfish, prejudiced 
characters to sit and watch a woodchuck at its hole. 
It ought to come to such men in time that they are 
travelling along the way to the supreme stupid sel¬ 
fishness of the woodchuck. For that creature has 
been known when hunted by dogs or other animals 
to run into her hole and push her young ones out 
one by one to appease the enemy! At any rate we 
would like to have you keep this picture of Julia’s 
Majesty hanging where you can readily see it. The 
breeding lesson it teache* and the possibility of 
herd improvement are wonderful, but the moral and 
mental lesson may he yet 
more useful. What? A man 
learn something of his duty 
from the picture of a Jer¬ 
sey bull? Why not? Do 
we not all know times when 
it would be much easier to 
shrug our shoulders and say 
nothing rather than face our 
duty? Do we not know that 
the more we shrug and 
shirk the harder that inevit¬ 
able duty will become? At 
such times it will help to 
have this determined face 
looking at us and hear the 
following: 
“We have with us today 
a Jersey gentleman . Julia's 
Majesty , and also the gen¬ 
tleman whose duty it is to 
maintain the majesty of this 
household.” 
A JERSEY GENTLEMAN—JULIA’S MAJESTY, A. J. C. C. S!>717. Fig. 
utility which gives him value as a breeding sire. 
Aside from the great lesson in dairy breeding 
which this bull and his pedigree teaches we are 
glad to have this strong, determined masculine face 
looking squarely into the eyes of our readers. Many 
of us need the indoiuinable spirit which this Jersey 
gentleman shows as we face him. Men can learn 
much from the so-called lower animals. We wish 
we had the power to make certain cai'eless. easy¬ 
going people go every day and sit down beside a 
bulldog with a full comprehension of that dog’s 
“message.” Such people ought to watch that thick 
neck, the power of the square jaw and that short 
nose and the never-die grip of those teeth and realize 
that Providence had put these things before them 
WHY BOYS LEAVE THE 
FARM, 
T HE easiest way to ex¬ 
plain this puzzling 
question is to give 
my own experience. It is 
as follows: 
One sultry July day. while 
following the plow in my 
father’s cornfield, a happy 
thought came to me that I 
could make some “easy 
money” by harvesting the 
boneset which grew just 
over the fence in a piece of 
waste land. A few weeks 
later I cut this medicine, 
cured it very carefully in 
the shade to preserve its 
color, stripped the leaves 
and tops and got it in first-class shape for the mar¬ 
ket. Then I asked the local druggist what he would 
pay for my crop of ISO pounds. He said he could 
not use such a large quantity, and referred me to 
three prominent dealers in crude drugs. I sent them 
samples and asked for quotations; my dream of 
“easy money” vanished, however, when their offer 
came. The first offered three cents a pound, an¬ 
other 3%. and the last 4F> cents. Having no other 
choice, I accepted the largest offer and in due time 
received a check for $5.50. (The jobber had de¬ 
ducted .$1.25 for freight.) After paying for the bags 
1 had left just $4.50, about $1.25 a day, the usual 
wage for a country lad. 
Meeting the druggist shortly afterward I asked 
