The Starving Cow And The Stack of H.y

By Robert Quillen

Sometimes I get plum' sick an' disgusted with the human race's lack of sense that I jest want to sit down an' cry.

You take the way things is right here at home. One committee is askin' help for the mill folks an' another one is askin' help for the farmers.

The mill has made so much cloth it can't find no sale for it an' has to close down, an' the farmers is goin'round with their shirt tails stickin' through their britches for wanto:the cloth that's stacked up in the mill.

fmagine a starvin' cow on one side of a fence an' a stack o'hay on the other, an'in all this broad land not a single two-legged creature in pants with sense enough to bust the fence down or throw the hay over.

new paths for these Ottn*tt;rd.*and valuable materials.

One of the popular forms of Plywood now being made in the West is big panels forwallboard. Thousands of lumber dealers in the United States today carry stocks of these panels, three, four, five, and six feet wide, eight, nine, and ten feet long. You can build a clear, beautiful wall out of them, quickly----easily. This type has one side good, which cuts down their cost. The otlher side goes to the wall. Their price is economical, and thcy help lumber get back lots of markets that ordinary boards have been driven outof'

The California Redwood is the champion water holder of all cornmercial trees. The sap of a Redwood contains water that weighs 200 per ctnt more than the dry weight of the wood. An average Redwood tree of commercial size contains about se\renteen tons of water. Is this huge amount of water, ranging from butt to top of the tree, the preservative that makes Redwood the longest lived tling on earth? Trees five thousand yearsof.age are live and sound. And trees that have fallen and lain on the ground more than two thousand years produce as sound lumber as the standing tree. They grow where frequent fogs furnish them plentiful saturation.

Margaret Matches, an eastern writer, in a travel article expounds a philosophy that deeply appeals to me. She writes withpity of people so deep in a rut that they can't get-or see-out, and sympathizes with those who ..tet the years pass without one gesture toward the extraordinary." Yes, the man who always does the usual thing in the usual way, lives the usual life and dies the usual death, and across his headstone could well be inscribed this epitaph: "NOTHING UNU:ufLj'

"Old fogey methods and ideas keep us broke," is the crude way of putting it. But R. E. Saberson, the Weyerhaeuser merchandising shark, says the same thing in mag-. nificent fashion. Says he: "Traditions exact an appalling to'll from our distressed cash*registers." Keen, we calls it.

Unlike many distinguished business men Mr. \V. L. Clayton, the cotton king, has magnificent powers of expression. In this issue you will findan article by Mr. Clayton on what's the matter with cotton, and with wheat. Incidentally, he tells us what's the matter with things generally. If you miss it, you've missed a banquet table heaped high with food for interesting thought. Mr. Clayton is one of the most brilliant business men on earth today. Anything he says can be listened to with profit.