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Editorial Page A HAPPY BRIDEGROOM--=-A HAPPY FARMER Happiness consists in having what you want, being busy and liking your work. There was a young farmer on the train coming into the city. Listen to his words, and you will hear the story and the plans of a man really happy. He had to talk to somebody. “*When do we get to town? I ought to be there at ten fifteen. I am going to be married. The young lady lives there. ‘I am twenty-three years old and she is twenty-one, and we both like living on a farm. ““I've been on this train since 6 o’clock this morning. I walked to the Junction. The stars were shining when I left the house. I didn't want the neighbors to know what I was going to do. But Isuppose they'll know when I get back—and I guess the cowbells will ring to-night. ‘Do I like the country? Say, I wouldn't live anywhere else in the world. “'lwouldn't live anywhere except on a farm. And I wouldn't liave any kind of cows except Holsteins—and I'll have only pure bred cows as soon as I can. Guernseys are better for butter-fat —but the calves are hard to raise. “‘ls farming a good life? ‘‘Say, there isn't any other kind of life. Why, look at all these houses along this track. Say, I'm homesick already. I wouldn't live in the middle of a city if you'd give me $25,000 if I had to live all my life there, ‘‘ls work on the farm hard? No; you don't even know you're working. ““I've been working with my father all this time, and now I'm going to start on a farm of my own, eighty acres, thirteen COWS. “‘l'll keep increasing the cows. And as soon as I can I'll ‘have nothing but pure-bred Holsteins, ‘‘My cousin has a cow that has a record—he does artificial feeding. She gives seventy pounds of milk a day—you couldn't buy her for a thousand dollars. . - ‘"And that cow has a bull calf a month or two old. You couldn’t buy him for less than five hundred dollars. ‘‘Say, if he was a heifer you couldn’t buy him at all. **ls milking cows hard work? Of course it's hard work, but it's the best work in the world. "'How many can a man milk? Well, twenty night and morn ing is good milking. But the sooner I have twenty-five to milk the better I'll like it. ; DO YOU WANT TO FEEL HOPEFUL? Our good, great friend and poetical genius, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, sends us a picture of the first steam train in America and says, "'I feel as if you should make an editorial on this, you can do it so much better than I.”’ g T eR e} SmT : ; i % ] REar $ RN Ly ARt o TR Py WO < PR oy % RN (T Tl £ S LD T g W B e A ‘\'4l ¥ R L ? ‘\‘o\::6::;‘ ‘}3} \ BR W ’2 ’; e \ [ eey o DRI . W o %,%‘ 7 D Yot s OY e\ oR e NeooBRN SN b ik ee S A IR oo S S s i eseolSts SO Al AR | e it : TR L e et THE FIRST STEAM TRAIN IN AMERICA. IxXcursion “train from Albany to Schen ectary in 1831, on the Mohawk and Hudson Railroad I was horn 1825 in Buffalo, N. Y In 1832 I traveled five days on the Lrie Canal, Buffalo to Schenectady, 313 miles, where 1 took this train for Albany, N. X Length of railroad, 17 miles If you are discouraged about yourself, or discouraged about the future of the human race, which is considerably more impor tant than yourself, look at this picture of the first steam train in America. See he funny locomotive, the big wheels, the man standing on a board. Looking at that, you could hardly believe that the great Mogul engine would come in due time—or that the electric engine would supplant the Mogul. See the funny old-fashioned characters, imitating the stage coach with a man in front and a man behind-—like the driver and the guard on the coach. And observe that queer little baggage car—a copy of the or dinary express wagon. Here was the first railroad train in America. The whole thing looks like a parody on railroading to-day. Yet it was, up to that time, the most important thing that ever happened in the country, when this comical little engine pulled out with its excit ing load of SIXTEEN passengers. We have traveled a long way since this was the great rail road of the United States. The world has progressed considerably since this express train, crawling slowly along the rails, announced the beginning of modern transportation methods. When you see what has happened in railroad development since this picture was made, less than a hundred years ago, how can you doubt the power of the race or the individual in ANY line of improvement? ~ When they were starting the first steam railroad, wise men said that nobody could travel at twenty miles an hour for a long WEEKEY; ##% GEORGIAN “Wouldn't I get rich if I could sell the milk for 5 cents a quart? Say, I'd get so rich I wouldn't know what to do with the money. ““The country’s the only place to live. I tell you it don’t look natural in a crowded place like this. ‘‘My father sold his farm and he moved in within a quarter of a mile of our city. Why, it's enough to ruin anybody. How big is that city? About two thousand inhabitants. ‘“Good-bye; if you ever write to me, give me your address and I'll write back.”’ The young farmer, in his long brown coat, his gray cap, his face as brown as a nut, clear gray eyes and powerful handshake was a pleasant thing to look at in a world of tired, struggling, nervous human beings. ‘A happy married farming life to you,’’ said the reporter. ““You bet, "’ said the farmer, and was gone. The reporter will write to him and be very glad to have him ‘“‘write back.’’ To those who live in the big cities we say this: If you want to envy anybody, don't envy John D. Rocke feller or Lillian Russell. Envy this young farmer. He likes his work and he HAS EVERYTHING HE WANTS IN THE WORLD. Many a man tied to the city, the miserable flat, the cobble stones, the crowded cars, the high prices, the soul-killing salary life, will turn longing eyes toward that farm, with the Holstein cows, where the young farmer starts to work in the morning at half-past four, and doesn’t know he’s been working, when he sud denly finds it too dark to work longer. He is 2 happy man BECAUSE HE IS AN INDEPENDENT MAN. The farm is his, the cows are his, the young calves, the chickens that creep out of their shells, the potatoes growing in one field, the wheat and the corn in other fields—ALL ARE HIS. : He produces something. What he plants grows and he sees it grow. , He is a man to be envied. And this will be an infinitely hap pier country when the miilions upon millions of acres lying waste are divided into farms, carefully cultivated, each of those farms managed by another young farmer and his bride. The best of luck and happiness to them and their farm and their cows and everything else on their farm. And may there be millions more like them in the United States before this century shall have ended. “Their houses are safe from feat, neither is the rod of God upon them. Their bull gendereth and faileth not; their cow calveth and casteth not her calf. “They send forth their little ones like a flock, and their children dance.”"—Job:2l:lo. time—without being killed by the speed. — We know now that a man could easily go five thousand miles an hour so far as his own safety were concerned, if the train , stayed on the track and he were in a closed car. An inventor announces—what would have been looked upon as insanity a few years ago—that he is arranging to cross the ocean in fifteen hours with a hydro-aeroplane. The only comment made by the common-sense man is, ""WHY FIFTEEN HOURS? WHY such a LONG time?’’ Fifteen hours to go three thousand miles with a machine that travels on the air without friction is a ridiculously long time. DO NOT FOR A MOMENT DOUBT THAT MEN NOW LIV ING WILL CROSS THE OCEAN IN THREE HOURS. The human race is a child, it has just learned to walk. The steam engine represented the pitiful first walking. The flying machine means that the child really can walk and is AT LAST FREE FROM THE, POWER OF THE LAW OF GRAVITA. TION. The man who built this old-fashioned train would have laughed at you if you had suggested going from Atlanta to New York in a train made of steel, lighted with electricity, cooled by electric fans, heated by steam, with bathtubs, library, restau rant, separate beds, covering nearly a thousand miles in a com paratively few hours, A few old-fashioned individuals smile if you suggest that the flying machine will go a thousand miles an hour. But it WILL do it. Already a man has traveled hundreds of miles without stop ping at an average speed of more than a hundred and twenty four miles an hour in a flying machine. The trip around the world in twenty-four hours, with the sun always exactly above your head, will happen before this century shall have ended. And that will be the BEGINNING of man's conquest of this planet. He will be able to go out and look over his posession, the earth, between sunrise and sunrise, as a big farmer looks over his farm between sunrise and sunset. - When you see what wonderful changes, achievements, "‘miracles’’ are possible in material things, why do you despair of the human race and its possibilities in any direction? If we can overcome the law of gravitation, shall we not over come poverty, injustice, misery, drunkenness and ignorance? If man can do what he has done for the engine, the flying machine and the other material things, will he not do as much understand himself and develop himself? proportionately FOR HIMSELF when he shall have learned to This is a world of hope, of wonderful, sudden, miraculous growth and improvement. And this funny old picture sent by our young and vivacious contributor Ella Wheeler Wilcox PBgVES IT. Week Ending Mar. 10, 1914.