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FOREVER AND A DAY. I little know or care If the blackbird on the bough Is filling the air With his saft crescendo now; For she is gone away, And when she went she took The springtime in her look, The peachblow on her cheek, The laughter from the brook, The blue from out the May— And what she calls a week Is forever and a day! 11. It’s little that I mind How the blossoms, pink or white, At every touch of wind Fall a-trembling with delight; For in the leafy lane, Beneath the garden-boughs, And through the silent house One thing alone I seek, Until she comes again The May is not the May, And what she calls a week Is forever and a day! —Thomas Bailey Aldrich. THINGS TO BE FOUGHT FOR. There are many young men and women who rebel against the con ditions of life in which they find themselves, and delule themselves with dreams of great things if only the practical problem of living from day to day were out of the way. Os course tragedies some times grow out of adverse circumstan ces; and genuine gifts, at rare inter vals possibly even genius, beaten down by the iron hand of weakness, isolation or ignorance; but conditions that cannot be overcome are really very unusual, and the men and women of rare gift are very few who cannot make a path to some kind of education and some opportunity to do the work on which they have set their hearts. The great majority who cry out against circumstances and count themselves victims of fate are deluding themselves; if they had a deep passion for the thing they talk about they would find away to it, and in finding away they would learn how to do the thing they have in mind. The attempt to get the re xsults of schooling without going through the drudgery of the school has never succeeded, and never will succeed. A stern angel, * sword in hand, guards the gates of the finer kinds of success and suffers no one to enter who has not waited and en dured and worked and overcome. There are short cuts to fortune but none to art or beauty or character; these are things that must be fought for. The great majority of those who want to follow the arts instead of doing equally honorable but more obscuie work, do not attain success because they are not willing to pay the price.—Kind Words. THE HIGHEST COMPLIMENT YET. The highest compliment yet paid President Roosevelt is that tenldered by the New Jersey Socialists, who proclaim the president an "undesira ble person.” The president has, in deed, done many things to make him J Tacts and Tantics for the Tireside undesirable to the Socialist party. He believes in the cardinal Ameri can doctrine that toil is glorious and entitled to just compensation, while idleness is not only contemptible, but calls for elimination. The most thorough-going S cialist in all history was Louis XIV. of France, who proclaimed the dire doc trine, “L’etat c’est moi.” He was the state, the whole farm, factory and law-niaking forge. Everything in France belonged to king, clergy and nobility. Public ownership with a vengeance! Every toiler labored for the common good; but the common good meant according to the only power authorized to define it —the benefit of the privileged class only. The trusts are privileged now. Theodore Roosevelt would efface these privileges. The bureaucracies that Socialism would establish to run railroads, telegraphs, telephones and all other public utilities were trusts just as odious and grinding as any the would ever saw. from Nero to Napoleon, from Hannibal to Har riman. Undesirable, indeed, is The odore Roosevelt to the idle, the out law and the disturber; but very de sirable to those true lovers of Amer ican institutions, the bread-winners of the land. —Louisville Herald. THE FARMER’S TURN TO LAUGH. Paragraphers and cartoonists in funny papers have long portrayed the farmer as the easy mark of gold brick peddlers and confidence men in general. True enough, the farmer of an earlier era may have once in a while bought a gold brick or he may wagered money on the ancient pad lock gone, but even so, it is now his turn to laugh—to laugh at the gulli bility of the astute lawyer! Think of it! Lawyers are supposed to be the most erudite, the most astute, of any branch of human endeavor, but paradoxical as it may seem, several Kansas lawyers have recently been ”worked” on a game in which a bunco man operates under the guise of a farmer. Newspapers all over the state and elsewhere have been ex ploiting the story, and with the pub licity now prevailing it is hardly probable that much further work along that line can be accomplished. The bunco man, garbed in overalls and looking in general like a farmer, calls on a lawyer —usually one who is well known —and explains that he has a son who desires to collect pay ment for services rendered to some wealthy farmer in a distant part of the county. The farmer is amply able to pay, the bunco man explains, but there is a dispute over the death of a horse which was driven by the boy. The amount involved is SIBO. Will the lawyer undertake to collect it? Os course. Then he writes a letter to the farmer who is said to owe the debt, asking him to settle. (This is a sure-enough farmer—no myth.) In a few days the lawver re ceives a letter in which the farmer encloses a cehck for $l5O, saying that he will compromise for that amount WATSON'S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN. —and that’s the best he will do. About the same time, along comes the bunco man again. 4 ‘Have you heard anything?” he asks the lawyer. “Yes,.got a check here for sls0 — he wants to compromise for that fig ure,” the lawyer answers, “and it seems to me that you will do well to settle on that basis.” The bogus farmer or “con” man reluctantly agrees to the compro mise. The check is made payable to the lawyer. “Come with me to the bank,” says the legal light, “and we’ll get this check cashed.” The lawyer takes $25 for his fee and hands $125 to his supposed client. That might be the end of the in cident, BUT IT ISN’T. A few days later it develops that the check is a forgery, that the real farmer whose name had been borrow ed did not owe anybody’s son SIBO for farm labor, that no horse has been killed and that the whole trans action was a slick trick on the law yer. How the “con” man manages to get hold of the letter the lawyer sends, how he duplicates the signa ture —well, these are tricks of the bunco trade with which we are not familiar. Anyway, the “con” man has some way of doing it, for, according to newspaper reports, he has worked some very good lawyers in Manhat tan, Clay Center and several other Kansas towns. DO YOU BLAME THE FARMER FOR LAUGHlNG?—Farmers’ Advo cate, Topeka. THE HEN. The Fort Worth Star devotes con siderable space to singing the praises of the domestic hen. It shows that Texas is fast taking the lead in chick ens and already holds the lead on turkeys. Car loads of chickens are READ THIS! We will send you Watson’s Jeffersonian Magazine for four months at 50c. No commis sion on this offer. Send subscriptions direct to our office. 608 TEMPLE COURT The Tool Company 58 Marietta St. Bell Phone 5311 ATLANTA, GEORGIA We have a complete line of tools to meet the demand of all trades men. 10 per cent off on Starrett’s Machinist Tools. Everything we sell Is guaranteed. Mail orders filled the same day they are received. shipped from Texas points. Only re cently a car of chickens went from Lampasas to New York, the car con taining 4,000 chickens, worth at their destination not less than $2,000. It may be said the packeries have revo lutionized both the chicken and tur key trade in Texas. They are now marketed by the pound and when a hen sells for 7 or 8 cents per pound, it pays to get good stock and to fatten them before marketed. The same ap plies to turkeys. Only a few years ago gobblers sold at 75 cents and hens at 50 cents as a stable price. The size was not taken into serious ques tion, though occasionally an extra large gobbler would bring a dollar. The packers began paying 8 and 12 cents per pound for live birds and at once farmers and raisers of turkeys got busy to get the heavy turkeys. Almost every farmer now 7 shows the mammoth bronze turkey strutting proudly around and conscious of the fact that in the fall when fat it will tip the scales from 30 to 50 pounds and net its owner from $3 to $5 per head. Eggs are staple the year round, but the prices vary more than they should now that water glass will preserve them for a year at nominal cost, and that cold storage can be had cheaply. It pays the owners of eggs better to raise more chickens than to market eggs at less than 15 cents per dozen, but that price or better is easily obtainable at several sea sons of the year. The local demand does not entirely consume the local supply in the late spring and summer, but nice, fresh eggs known to be such are always in demand at profitable prices. Texas is peculiarly adapted to successful chick en raising and will be engaged in it on a large scale ultimately. At the present time it is crowding most of the states for second place that it does not lead. Here’s to the Texas Hen. May she increase and prosper. —Semi-Weekly Tribune. PAGE ELEVEN