The  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
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Why  you  should 
Knit  Underwear  Protects 
Your  Health 
Because,  being  knitted,  of  soft- 
spun  yarns,  it  is  porous  and  keeps 
a  thin  layer  of  warm  air  next  your  body, 
so  protects  you  from  sudden  chilling. 
Because  you  can  select  a  weight  that 
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—heavy  for  winter.  And  when  you  do 
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Comfortable 
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Alan’s  popular  sketches — 
philosophy,  humor,  and 
sympathetic  human  touch. 
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THE 
HOPE 
FARM 
BOOK 
A  Transplanted  Woman  Talks 
The  little  spruce  tree  was  brought  from 
where  it  grew,  300  miles  north  of  where 
it  now  stands  on  our  lawn.  It  started 
life  in  a  dim  spot,  shaded  by  other 
spruces,  an  occasional  hemlock  and  a 
clump  of  lovely  white  birch.  Its  roots 
were  in  moss,  decaying  leaves  and  fine 
sand,  between  two  large  stones  in  a  cow 
pasture.  Now  it  stands  unshaded  on  the 
lawn  in  clay  and  loam — a  strange  mix¬ 
ture  of  soil  and  subsoil  which  was  strewn 
about  when  excavation  was  made  for 
building.  Everything  about  its  environ¬ 
ment  is  new  and  strange,  yet  it  is  trying 
to  adapt  itself  and  has  a  cheerful  air  as 
if  it  meant  to  do  its  best  away  from  all 
that,  from  earliest  remembrance,  it  has 
known  and  enjoyed. 
fThe  little  tree  and  I  are  in  deepest 
sympathy,  for  we  came  together  from  that 
same  farm  300  long  miles  to  the  north, 
and  together  we  are  striving  to  adjust 
ourselves  to  new  conditions  and  new 
necessities.  Shall  success  crown  the 
transplanted  tree’s  efforts  and  leave  trans¬ 
planted  me  a  failure?  I  trust  not.  The 
tree  came  because  I  brought  it,  and  I 
came  because  a  bungling  surgical  opera¬ 
tion  left  the  man  of  the  house  unfitted 
for  the  stooping,  lifting  and  heavy  work 
of  the  farm,  and  because  the  children 
must  be  in  school,  which  seemed  impos¬ 
sible  when  we  lived  three  miles  from  the 
nearest  one.  One  can  guess  with  how 
much  interest  we  read  of  Mrs.  D.  B.  P.’s 
efforts  to  establish  a  school  near  at  hand, 
and  how  whole-heartedly  we  rejoice  in  its 
evident  success. 
Test  This  Out 
for  Yourself — 
MANY  people  who  drink  coffee  regularly  are 
troubled  with  insomnia;  or  they  feel  nervous, 
“headachy,”  or  suffer  from  indigestion. 
It  may  be  hard  for  such  men  and  women  to  believe 
that  coffee  is  responsible  for  the  way  they  feel.  Be¬ 
cause  they  have  always  drunk  coffee,  it  hardly  seems 
possible  that  this  old  habit  could  cause  trouble. 
But  there  is  one  sure  way  to  find  out  whether  cof¬ 
fee  is  harming  you.  Just  stop  its  use  for  a  week  or  so, 
and  drink  Postum. 
Postum  is  a  pure  cereal  beverage — absolutely  free 
*rom  caffeine,  the  drug  in  coffee,  which  disturbs  the 
health  and  comfort  of  many. 
The  farm  and  farm  life  are  dear  to  my 
children,  and  they  will  call  no  other  place 
home,  so  the  little  tree  and  I  are  not  the 
only  transplanted  ones.  The  little  girls 
find  many  difficulties  in  adjusting  their 
own  roots  to  new  soil  and  their  tendrils 
to  new  supports. 
Have  you  ever  seen  a  teacher  in  the 
movies,  or  on  the  stage,  or  in  a  comic 
strip?  If  so,  I’ll  venture  she  was  repre¬ 
sented  as  a  typical  old  maid  with  spec¬ 
tacles,  side  curls  and  a  costume  in  the 
fashion  of  at  least  40  years  ago.  Have 
you  ever  seen  a  teacher  like  that  in  real 
life?  Ten  teachers  pass  our  house  daily 
on  their  way  to  the  school  two  blocks 
away.  Only  two  of  them  hav’e  long  hair. 
The  rest  have  bobbed  hair  blowsed  about 
all  over  their  head  and  in  their  eyes  as 
they  go  hatless  to  school.  There  are 
three  of  them,  who,  if  they  use  rouge  an<: 
powder,  do  it  so  skillfully  that  it  is  not 
evident.  There  are  three  of  them  who 
wear  sensible,  business-like  dresses  and 
footwear.  The  rest  exploit  the  latest 
styles  and  devices  in  their  entire  ward¬ 
robe.  They  pay  an  entire  month’s  sal¬ 
ary  for  a  coat,  and  they  are  deluged  each 
month  with  bills  for  all  sorts  of  clothing 
and  accessories,  and  so  I  wonder  if  they 
are  fitted  to  inculcate  the  virtues  which 
we  would  wish  our  children  to  possess. 
Last  week  we  asked  the  teacher  of  our 
youngest  to  stop  for  lunch  with  us.  She 
is  a  charming,  friendly  spirited  girl,  and 
I  believe  a  good  teacher,  but  she  struck  a 
wrong  note  with  my  young  daughter  when 
she  mentioned,  “I  spent  a  whole  Summer 
on  a  farm  once,”  then  added  with  amused 
flippancy,  “and  that  was  one  Summer  too 
many.” 
Upheld  by  the  consciousness  of  their 
youth  and  strength,  and  the  assurance 
that  comes  with  being  well  clothed  to  the 
outward  eye,  they  are  more  than  a  match 
for  any  gray-haired  unfashionably  dressed 
parent.  In  fact,  we  might  as  well  rec¬ 
ognize  the  folly  of  argument  or  discus¬ 
sion.  Place  your  thumb  on  a  well-inflat¬ 
ed  tire.  You  may  be  able  to  press  it  in¬ 
ward  a  hit.  It  politely  yields  slightly  to 
your  pressure,  but  remove  your  thumb 
and  you  find  you  have  made  not  the 
slightest  impression.  That  is  the  way  I 
always  feel  when  talking  with  the  self- 
assured  members  of  a  newer  generation. 
That  is  the  feeling  I  had  in  the  presence 
of  my  eight-year-old’s  instructor  when 
the  conversation  turned  to  consolidation 
of  schools.  There  in  my  verbal  pocket  I 
had  all  of  the  “Young  Potato  Grower’s” 
flawless  arguments,  but  not  one  could  I 
use,  knowing  full  well  that  they  would 
bounce  ofi'  the  rubber-tired  surface  of  her 
own  satisfaction.  It  ill  behooved  me  to 
cite  the  fact  that  in  my  own  high  school 
class  all  the  scholastic  honors  were  won 
by  boys  and  girls  who  came  from  rural 
schools  and  lacked  all  the  advantages  of 
early  training  in  the  grades,  for  she  had 
taught  in  a  consolidated  school  in  which 
there  were  pupils  who,  had  they  been  left 
to  their  little  one-room  school  in  the 
country,  might  never  have  seen  a  train! 
►She  herself  does  not  realize  it,  but  she  is 
laboring  under  the  handicap  (?)  of  never 
having  seen  an  ocean  liner.  In  the  face 
of  such  argument  of  what  avail  would 
be  my  firm  conviction  that  I  would  rather 
my  little  girls  should  keep  their  purity  of 
mind  and  simple  manners,  i  i  A'hisfcieat- 
ed  by  the  modern  advantage?  l<e  grade 
school,  and  uncontaminated  by  the  pro¬ 
miscuous  herding  night  and  morning  into 
an  over-crowded  school  bus,  than  to  have 
daily  lessons  in  music,  drawing  and  more 
or  less  practical  domestic  science?  This 
was  not  intended  as  an  argument  for  or 
aginst  consolidated  schools — merely  an  il¬ 
lustration  of  the  reason  why  mature  wis¬ 
dom  perforce  must  walk  in  silence,  and  to 
hint  at  the  reason  of  my  consent  to  being 
transplanted  rather  than  endure  the  anx¬ 
iety  which  would  follow  living  at  a  dis¬ 
tance  from  the  place  where  my  daughters 
must  spend  the  daylight  hours  of  every 
Winter  day.  transplanted.  "  | 
After  a  week  or  two  on  Postum,  you  will  sleep 
better  and  feel  better;  then  your  own  good  judgment 
should  decide  whether  you  go  back  to  coffee  or  con¬ 
tinue  on  the  Road  to  Wellville  with  Postum. 
Sold  by  grocers  everywhere I 
Postum 
for  Health 
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There9s  a  Reason 
99 
Your  grocer  sells  Postum  in  two  forms: 
Instant  Postum  [in  tins]  prepared  in¬ 
stantly  in  the  cup  by  the  addition  of 
boiling  water.  Postum  Cereal  [in  pack¬ 
ages]  for  those  who  prefer  the  flavor 
brought  out  by  boiling  fully  20  minutes. 
The  cost  of  either  form  is  about  one-half 
cent  a  cup. 
A  Man  Who  is  Deaf  Has  Many  Strange  Experiences 
Some  are  amusing  while  others  are  pathetic  and  some¬ 
times  even  tragic. 
Mr.  H.  W.  Collingwood  has  been  deaf  for  years  and  thou¬ 
sands  of  people  have  marveled  at  his  cheerful  disposition 
and  his  ability  to  lead  such  an  active  life  in  spite  of  the 
handicap  of  defective  hearing.  Mr.  Collingwood  has  writ¬ 
ten  a  new  book  that  gives  many  interesting  insights  into 
the  life  of  one  who  is  hard  of  hearing. 
Adventures  In  Silence 
It  tells  of  many  amusing  incidents  and  exciting  adventures 
that  the  writer  has  experienced  because  of  his  inability  to 
hear.  It  pictures  the  lonely  life  of  those  who  are  unable  to 
hear  the  voice  of  their  friends,  the  song  of  the  birds  or  the 
laughter  of  children.  It  explains  in  an  interesting  way, 
many  of  the  little  peculiarities  that  you  may  have  noticed 
about  the  deaf — the  fear  of  darkness,  the  sudden  outburst 
of  temper,  the  unreasonable  suspicions  and  curiosity,  etc. 
It  is  an  interesting  and  a  human  book — the  kind  of  a  story 
that  only  Mr.  Collingwood  can  write. 
The  book  contains  288  pages  and  is  beautifully  bound  in 
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