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The  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
March  31,  1923 
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American  Seal 
Paints  and  Specialties 
Every  Property  Owner  should  take  advantage  of  the 
Free  Painting  Literature  which  we  are  offering  to  all 
who  fill  out,  clip  and  mail  the  Coupon  below : — 
The  Wm.  Connors  Paint  Mfg.  Co.,  Troy,  N.  Y. 
Gentlemen:  Please  send  me  Free  Col<Tr  Cards,  and  Special  Sug¬ 
gestions  to  aid  me  in  my  painting.  Have  checked  items  to  show  what 
I  expect  to  paint  this  Season  : 
All  my  Buildings 
House 
Barn 
Outbuildings 
Store 
Factory 
Garage 
Storm  Sash  and  Doors 
Outside  Doors 
Inside  Doors 
Fences  and  Gates 
Screens 
Porch  Floors 
Stoops 
Steps 
Basement  Doors 
Porch  Furniture 
Holes  and  Cracks  in  Itoofs  or  Gutters 
Roofs  to  Paint 
Tools  and  Implements 
Cement  Work 
Pantry — Kitchen — Bath 
Furnace  or  Stoves  (to  Cement  up,  etc.) 
Foundations  to  point  up 
Walls  and  Ceilings  to  Flat  Coat.  etc. 
Autos,  Wagons 
Interior  Furniture 
Varnishing 
Staining 
Enameling 
Waterproofing 
Etc. 
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for  any  information  or  suggestions  in  regard  to  my  painting  this  Season. 
Name 
Street 
Date 
City  or  Town 
State 
Nearti  t  "American  Seal”  dealer 
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Farm  Woman’s  Notes 
Looking  Ahead 
It  is  was  bad  weather,  even  for  March. 
There  was  no  chance  of  doing  anything 
out  of  doors,  for  it  was  raining*,in  heavy 
spitting  drops  that  pelted  the  long  row 
of  windows  in  the  cow  stable,  where  the 
young  potato  grower  and  the  man  across 
the  fence  were  reflecting  on  the  turn  of 
affairs.  The  rain  sounded  good,  for  it 
meant  the  snow  would  soon  be  gone.  So 
far  it  had  been  a  cold,  backward  Spring. 
Other  times  they  had  been  able. to  plow 
before  this,  but  here  it  was  the  fifteenth 
of  March  and  the  ground  was  still  white 
with  snowdrifts. 
It  was  rather  nice  in  the  stable,  warm 
and  clean  and  light.  From  where  he  sat 
on  a  pile  of  crates  telescoped  under  the 
windows,  the  man  across  the  fence  could 
lean  back  and  look  up  the  row  of  sleek 
Guernseys.  Often  there  came  to  him  the 
subdued  rattle  of  water  ibeing  drawn  into 
a  thirsty  mouth,  and  this  gave  him  a 
sense  of  satisfaction.  It  had  been  a  good 
job  putting  in  those  water  buckets.  There 
were  only  10  cows,  because  10  was  enough 
to  milk  night  and  morning  alone.  There 
were  times  when  it  meant  10  pails  swim¬ 
ming  full  of  milk.  He  preferred  his 
hands  to  a  milking  machine,  for  he  was 
not  mechanical.  And,  anyhow,  it  seemed 
to  rest  him  to  milk ;  he  often  thought 
over  his  day’s  work  then,  and  planned  for 
another. 
The  two  neighbors  were  quite  different 
in  their  ideas  on  farming  methods.  The 
one  who  made  his  living  by  potatoes,  be- 
off  the  poor  ones  a  little  at  a  time.” 
The  young  potato  grower  shook  his 
head.  “‘We  can’t  afford  to  raise  poor 
ones.  Some  fields  are  not  adapted  for 
growing  as  perfect  tubers  as  others,  and 
ought  not  to  be  used  for  that  purpose. 
I  am  planning  to  raise  a  few  supplies 
that  I  usually  buy — some  corn  to  fatten  a 
pig,  wheat  for  flour  and  middlings — on 
the  land  that  I  know  does  not  produce 
the  fine,  white  stock  that  the  trade  likes, 
for  to  compete  with  the  Southern  ship¬ 
pers  I  must  have  that.  But  I  don’t  mind 
competing  with  good  stock.  It’s  always 
the  poor  stuff,  dumped  down  by  the  fel¬ 
lows  who  don't  care,  that  hurts  prices.” 
‘‘That  make  it  too  easy  for  a  man  to 
be  a  farmer,”  cut  in  the  man  across  the 
fence  earnestly.  It  was  one  of  his  fa¬ 
vorite  topics.  “No  matter  how  worthless 
a  fellow  is,  even  if  he  is  such  a  poor  stick 
the  shops  won't  use  him,  there's  nothing 
to  prevent  his  getting  an  old  horse  and 
starting  out  to  plow.  He  thinks  he’s 
good  enough  to  be  a  farmer.  When  his 
crops  grow  there’s  just  enough  of  such 
fellows  to  make  farming  what  it  is.  And 
they  put  you  and1  me  in  the  same  class 
with  him.” 
The  young  potato  grower  smiled  wryly. 
“QuotiDg  from  the  instructions  on  income 
tax  reports,  a  man  who  runs  a  farm  for 
pleasure  only  is  not  a  farmer.”  He  stood 
up  and  looked  out  at  the  storm,  button¬ 
ing  his  coat. 
“When  it  gets  to  that,”  declared  his 
neighbor,  “I’ll  quit.  I  think  I’m  too 
good  a  man  to  work  for  nothing.” 
This  is  an  actual  picture  of  the  little  red  schoolhou.se”  as  it  is  found  today  in  one 
of  the  rural  counties  of  New  York.  They  are  not  all  like  this.  Many  of  these  country 
schoolhouses  have  been  kept  up  with  the  times.  There  are  some,  however,  just  about 
like  the  one  here  shown.  Some  of  the  ablest  of  Americans  received  the  foundation 
of  their  education  in  just  such  a  building.  Some  of  the  children  now  attending  such 
schools  may  be  the  leaders  of  tomorrow ;  but  every  child  is  entitled  to  a  better  start 
than  such  a  school  can  now  give  him. 
lieving  in  commercial  fertilizer  and  cover 
crops,  kept  no  stock  but  his  team  and  cow. 
The  other,  who  made  his  living  by  cows, 
used  the  barnyard  manure  as  far  as  it 
would  go,  and  as  little  commercial  fer¬ 
tilizer  as  he  could  get  results.  Yet  both 
methods  were  successful.  This  ditference 
was  the  root  of  many  arguments,  and 
perhaps  of  their  interest  in  each  other. 
The  younger  man  spoke: 
“I  see  the  farm  credits  bill  has  been 
passed.” 
His  companion  pursued  his  lips  silently 
before  he  answered.  “Well,  maybe  I’m 
wrong,  hut  I  can’t  see  how  it's  going  to 
benefit  anybody,  that  hill.  Of  course, 
they  intend  to  lend  money  to  farmers  at 
a  very  low  rate  of  interest.  I  figure  that 
will  lead  to  overproduction  for  this  year 
anyhow.” 
“But  the  rate  of  interest  means  noth¬ 
ing,”  objected  the  young  potato  grower. 
“It’s  the  principal  that  keeps  us  awake 
nights.  Taking  money  to  put  in  the 
ground,  and  not  knowing  whether  you  ai*e 
growing  the  dollars  you  put  in  or  just 
cents.” 
The  older  man  nodded  grimly.  “Most 
farmers  lost  out  last  year,  and  were  in 
debt,  or  without  funds  for  living  expenses. 
That’s  why  so  many  of  them  are  working 
in  town,  and  a  good  many  had  planned 
to  stay  on  through  the  Summer.  The 
bank  down  at  the  village  is  full  of  farm¬ 
ers’  notes,  and  can’t  take  any  more ;  so 
many  auctions  was  what  caused  that,  I 
suppose.  And  now  that  it’s  made  pos¬ 
sible  for  a  farmer  to  get  anything  he 
wants  by  giving  them  a  piece  of  paper, 
there’ll  be  more  notes  than  ever.  Next 
Fall  they  will  all  come  due,  and  in  the 
big  rush  of  produce  to  market,  as  there 
will  be  to  pay  off  this  borrowed  money,  I 
foresee  a  sacrifice  in  prices.  If  they  lower 
freight  rates.  I  look  for  prices  to  follow 
’em  down ;  that  is,  at  such  a  time.” 
The  young  potato  grower  was  looking 
at  the  crates  on  which  they  were  sitting. 
“Can  you  afford  to  feed  potatoes  to  cows 
when  they  are  selling  at  the  car  for  50c 
a  bushel?” 
“No,”  admitted  his  neighbor.  “At 
least  not  good  potatoes.  I’m  saving  the 
best  of  them  to  sell  for  higher  prices. 
There’s  been  a  freeze  in  the  Hastings 
district  in  Florida.  That’s  why  the 
dealers  have  begun  to  buy  again,  I  figure. 
At  this  time  of  year  the  cows  are  in  need 
of  a  little  succulent  food,  and  I’m  feeding 
“Sometimes  I  wonder  if  it  is  really  the 
money  that  counts,”  said  the  other  slowly, 
as  his  eyes  strayed  about  the  pleasant 
stable.  “We’ve  tried  factory  work,  both 
of  us,  and  we  didn’t  leave  it  on  account 
of  money.  It  seems  to  me  we  left  it  to 
escape  losing  our  will  power,  our  indi¬ 
viduality.  There  was  something  oppres¬ 
sive  in  the  thought  of  spending  year  after 
year,  as  men  do  in  the  shops,  at  the  same 
job ;  of  getting  old  and  being  cast  aside. 
A  farm  owner  is  his  own  man ;  naturally 
he  becomes  an  individualist.  His  in¬ 
stincts  are  all  against  organization,  of 
working  under  a  head,  of  not  being  al¬ 
lowed  to  make  his  own  decisions.  I  ex¬ 
pect  that  originality  has  to  >be  -born  on  a 
farm  or  in  a  wilderness ;  some  place 
where  men  are  free.” 
The  man  across  the  fence  glanced  over 
again  at  the  purebreds  in  the  swing 
stanchions.  “I  don’t  know  but  what  you 
may  be  right,”  he  .said  absently.  “Farm¬ 
ers  seem  to  be  willing  to  take  all  sorts 
of  punishment  rather  than  leave  the  job. 
But  it’s  going  pretty  far  to  say  that 
money  doesn’t  count  with  them.” 
The  rain  had  stopped  to  give  way  to 
the  wind.  “Well,  good-day,”  said  the 
young  potato  grower,  and  opened  the 
door.  Later  his  neighbor  saw  him  hurry¬ 
ing.  across  field,  whipped  by  the  storm. 
“It’ll  take  up  the  water,  this  wind,”  he 
murmured  bojiefully. 
MRS.  F.  H.  UNGER  . 
The  Wealthy  Apple 
On  page  332  H.  B.  T..  after  narrating 
Peter  M.  Gideon’s  struggle  with  poverty, 
pioneer  conditions  and  the  cold  climate 
(of  Minnesota),  xvhile  developing  the  ap¬ 
ple  we  now  call  Wealthy,  says:  “Per¬ 
haps  there  was  a  bit  of  irony  in  the  name 
he  gave  his  new  creation.”  Mrs.  Peter 
M.  Gideon’s  given  name  was  “Wealthy.” 
Millions  of  Wealthy  apple  trees  now  keep 
her  memory  green  in  many  climes,  and 
these  testify  to  the  love  of  one  sturdy 
pioneer  for  the  woman  whose  devotion 
sustained  him  through  many  long  years 
of  toil  and  suffering.  There  is  iron  a 
plenty  in  the  Wealthy  fruit,  but  no  irony 
in  the  name — only  pure  gold ! 
Illinois.  JESSE  W.  NEWELL. 
