Lim Ho^^wiise .—Uf jl jI Y ' Read The wiseacres of the neighborhood were discussing the question of com mon sense, sitting about the black smith shop, waiting for their horses to be shod, when a silence that had suddenly fallen warned old Limuel Jucklin that it was time for him to say something. "Yes," he remarked, "good, hard horse sense is of so rare a quality that It is nearly always taken for genius. All that most any man needs is a little jedgment, the very governor on the machinery of this life; and bein' so needful it Is what we seem to be most lackin' in. To know how to do a thing isn't much more inportant than knowin' what not to do. Knowln' when to do it is real genius. If you cut your wheat before it's ripe you get sappy straw for your labor. If you wait too long you get but dry straw. .Tedgment comes from experi ence, and common sense is the wis dom beat into the heads of men that have gone before." "You leave out education," spoke up a schoolmaster. "Oh, no, I don't, for education is the experience of the mind. It goes back beyond all books, and the first book must have been written out of experi ence. But to read of the common eense of the other men don't always give us common sense of our own. In my house is a book written by a man named Kant; lie calls it the 'Critique of Pure Reason.' Well, Since I have more or less let up on hard work I've given a good deal of attention to the books that fortune and a little lookin' around have thrown in my Jray, but this here one stumped me. ! read It forward and I tried it backward, up and down, and it seemed like I wa'n't goin' to get a thing out of it. My wife, ■eein' how I was bothered, begged me to throw it awav and eat a boiled din ner that she put on the table. I did eat, but all the time I was thinkln' about that thing all set out there in words plain enough, but what didn't appear to have any meanJn*. After dinner I took it \tp again and fought with it, holdin' it this way and that, up and down, in the sun at the win dow and in the shade; bat I'll be hanged if I could get at the Juice of It. Finally, however, I struck one thing that paid me for all my trouble, and it was this, as near as I can re member it: "A man may read all books and understand them, and he may be able to speak all languages, and yet all this cannot atone for a lack of what we know as mother wit." Mother wit —horse sense—you under stand." "But how are we to get or rather I should say, after maturer considera tion, how are we to proceed toward the acquJrement of that quality de nominated by the great German phil osopher as mother wit?" protested the schoolmaster, and old Lim replied: OME one with a taste for figures was telling me the other flay that since the for mation of the United States somewhere back in the century be fore the last, only 28 Americans have become jires ident —and not a single foreigner. Doesn't this fact put parents and teachers in rath er an unenviable position as re gards sincerity? Here we have to day at least ten million innocent children in this I^^jl broad land of ours, and nearly every one of them lias been told that he has a chance to become president if he will only regard his book and be a good boy and do moro right than wrong. For my part, I think we ought to take our children aside and tell them frankly that they have mighty little chance. Think of a bright boy toiling on at school, avoiding athletics and burning the midnight oil and his brain as well—for there's much con sumption of brain as there is of mid night oil in these nocturnal studyings —think of his pushing on in every Btate in the union hoping for the presidency, while we know that for ♦he next 50 years we can't expect to put more than five of the children of to-day into the great position. For my part I'd say to my child: "Rollc, there's the presidency. It's a lottery. No man ever knew from the beginning that he was going to get it. Washington was real surprised, Hayes Lad his doubts even after election day, und Roosevelt often goes off by him. Ut<lf and says. 'ls It really possible that "I'll be blowed if I know." "Then education !s veeless," said the schoolmaster. "Oh, no, but sometimes it does seem like an experiment. There are two sorts of education, you know — one of memory only and one that teaches a feller how to think for him self. I knew a feller that could hear a sermon once and could come away and repeat every word of it, but he didn't have ability enough of his own to writ® a notice and tack it on a tree announcin' that he had a mule for sale. He was like a blanket that is rained on. You couldn't wring out of him any more moisture than fell on him. Yes, sir, common sense is mighty nigh everything. And when it rises into a sort of enthusiasm it is inspira tion. Sometimes ignorance takes Are aud in its light we see beautiful pic tures. If the man is altogether un lettered we call him crazy. But if he can write he may prove to be a gen ius. It is a sudden lurch of common sense, an overbalancin', as it were." "Then you call genius insanity," said the schoolmaster. "No, not that, but it is a sort of passion that don't halt to reason by slow means, but that sees all reason in one flash. Now there was Shakes peare—" "Written by Bacon; but proceed," broke in the schoolmaster. "I don't care if it was written by ham, laid or soap grease, its senten ces are staked off with stars, snatched out of the sky on a June night. It took the world several hundred years to catch up, and neither the railroad train nor these pantin' wagons that, bull-eyed, plunge across the country has o Uripped that book yet. And what , it? A torch held high by com mor dense. A lantern ray flung into rti« 'black face of human nature. Up shows a grim countenance, and then we wonder how a man could have been so smart. Of course, the man that wrote that book had to have words, but common sense finds all the words that are needful to its purposes, all the words there is if there should be a demand for them, and then make a few." The schoolmaster shook his head. "Those immortal plays were written by a man of the world, and a workl man, of that day, could have come from no place other than a univer sity." "That's all right and it may be true, but the university is a premium put on common sense. It's a flower bloomin' on the top of the buildin'. And I believe that it would be better for every man and every woman to go through a university. It is the warehouse of the ages. It might not teach us how to make a better livin', but it would enable us better to en joy the livin' we have. I don't be lieve in this fool idea that ignorance the former cowboy and literary man the hero of thousands of young men, is president of this mighty people and might be yet again if he were to al low his name to be used?' But, as I say, my boy, it's a lottery, and this counttry of ours is opposed to lotter ies—officially. "Emerson," I would say, continuing the conversation —for you to under stand that this is a hypothetical case and that therefore the hoy has got to stand still and listen—"Emerson said, 'Hitch your wagon to a star,' but you may make a mistake and hitch it - to a comet and then, where is your wagon? "There are plenty of likelier horses, my son, and in these days of auto mobiles it isn't necessary to hitch your wagon to anything. Just make up your mind where you want togo, be sure you have motive power enough to get there, and then turn on the current. But put the presidency out of your mind once and for all." The presidency—l am not talking to my son now, but just to you, dear reader —the son escaped after all, hy pothetical though he was—the presi dency is, as a general rule, equiva lent to a life sentence. Few there be who survive its term of office many years. There have been solid excep tions, but as a general thing when a man has passed through four years of hand-shaking and politician-shaking he is willing to wrap the drapery of his couch around him as Bryant did ot the age of 19. Bryant lived for some 70 years after, but no former president ever did. Not one. And on the other hand Hryant never became president. There's Bry ant who could and who did write "Thanatopsis" at the age of 19 and he's the only man in the history of the United States who ever wrote it, and he never became president, never in his life. And there's Andrew John son, who at the same age could neith er read nor write, and he became pres iaent. Of course It's a lottery, and 1 m opposed to lotteries on principle. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JULY 23, 1908. is any ways kin to bliss. I know what the sayln' is, where ignorance ia bliss, and so on, but the world got it wrong and thought it was a plea for ignorance. And neither do I think that a little learnin' is as dangerous as much ignorance. If a man's got little the chances are that he'll get more. If we've got mother wit, and it has come out of nature, let us thank nature for it and try to improve it But trace It on back and mebby you'll find that it comes from some care that our forefathers took of themselves. One of these days we'll be forefathers, and right here, I want to say, rests somethin' of a responsibility. Let us all try to light up the future with common sense." Old man Brlzintine said that he was willing. He was sure that he was in debted to his forefathers. His great grandfather had been noted as the best horse trader in the state,"and," he added, "if it hadn't been for him I might not have been such a good judge of a colt," "Yes, might not have been here at all," Limuel spoke up. "But, not wishin' to do the old man an injustice, I may remark that horse sense don't particularly lend itself to horse swap pin.' " Brizintine had begun to swell with a resentful reply when the schoolmas ter spoke. "But giving genius the place of high common sense, undergo ing, I might say, some of its own and peculiar evolutions, don't you believe that it sometimes goes through this world unappreciated?" "Well, I have heard folks say that they wan't taken at their worth. I know some that haven't been taken at their word. Recollect old Gabner Hightower, over on the creek? He had a sou that was a born geniua. His name was Elihu and he looked it all right. They didn't want him to soil his hands for fear that it might smirch his genius. His mother wanted him for the church because he want strong in body, and his dad wanted him for the law, because his habit of silence would prove him a good jedge. In the meantime Jim, Eliha*a brother, worked in the field. Well, they first tried the pulpit and then they tried the law, but Elihu had too much genius for either one. Then they thought he was designed by na ture to write hymns, and he tried his hand at it, but failed. They tried many things before they found out what he had a genius for." "And what was it?" the schoolmas ter inquired. "Well, nothin' but for Just leokln' like a genius. And Jim, his brother, invented an evaporator tor makin' sorghum molasses and now owns about a third of the county. Yes, sir, hoss sense." (Copyright, by Opie Read.) There came a day in my own life when I gave up all thought of being president. I said to myself: "It will be hard work to get the attention of the public In this thing. Many will not know who I ara or where I came from, und perhaps if I do get the nomination on the independent prohi bition or labor ticket I will wake up the day after election and find that some totally different person has won the prize, and I'll be extremely mor tified and absolutely put to it to pay my legitimate election expenses—to say nothing of the illegitimate ones." So I put this possible honor from me. Heavens! it wasn't that I did not appreciate the honor. A man has a right to feel proud when millions of his fellow citizens, many of them unable to read or write or think, elect him to the proudest position in the gift of any nation. I weighed the whole thing pro and con and then I said, deliberately and firmly: "No, sir, I am going to lead Wagner's simple life. I'm going to get simpler and simpler and perhaps I'll die con tented." Look at Horace Greeley. He was not content to be the Nestor of Ameri can Journalism; he must try to be president. Said he'd rather be presi dent than write. The result was too lamentable to jest about. I was a mere boy at the time, but It saved me from the presi dency. It was the turning of the ways. Like Rutherford B. Hayes, I went into the egg business; but unlike him— or maybe it would be more accurate to say that like hlin —I never was president de jure. But that Is a by gone. Twenty years ago If I had said that many people would have frothed at tho mouth. Many people still froth at the mouth, but the froth is apropos of other matters. Significant name that —froth. No, fellow countrymen, let us be contented. It is not likely that over 20, at the outside, of those Americans who are now living will ever add lus ter to the presidential chair —or even sit in it. Let the rest of us go about our bu! loess with contentment, and every four years lot us elevate one of the 20 with a good grace, and for four years thereafter let every man mind his own business—and see that he has a business to mind —and this country will stride forward as it has not yet stridden —or is it strode? (Copyright, by Jamaa Pott A CARNEGIE'B MVAL. "He's a regular pbllanthro—what do you call it?" "Wot's he did?" "Why, In de last week he's away two dozen 'Deadwood Dick' aa' a dozen 'Nickel' libraries!" TWO CURES OF ECZEMA Baby Had Severe Attack—Grandfather Suffered Torments with It- Owe Recovery to Cuticura. "In 1884 my grandson, a babe, had an attack of eczema, and after trying the doctors to the extent of heavy bills and an increase of the disease and suf fering, I recommended Cuticura and in a few weeks the child was well. He is to-day a strong man and absolutely free from the disease. A few years ago I contracted eczema, and became an intense sufferer. A whole winter passed without once having on shoes, nearly from the knees to the toes be ing covered with virulent sore®. I tried many doctors to no purpose. Then I procured the Cuticura Remedies and found immediate improvement and final cure. M.W.LaRue, 845 Seventh St., Louisville, Ky., Apr. 23 and May 14. '07." A Mere Fad. John D. Rockefeller, Jr., was talking to a member of the famous Bible class about economy. "But economy, like everything else, may be carried to extremes —may be made a mere fad of," said Mr. Rocke feHer. "There Is a farmer out near Cleve land who makes a fad of economy. Every time he drives into town he carries a hen with him tied to the seat of his buggy. "A friend rode with him one day and found out the use of the hen. When, at noon, the farmer lunched under a tree he gave his mare a feed from a nosebag. The hen, set on the ground, ate all that the horse spilled from the bag, and thus there was no waste." Couldn't Fool Him. A custom house clerk, who, prioi to his entry into Uncle Sam's service, was a schoolteacher "a good many years yet," as he proudly informs his associates, was standing on the corner of Fifth and Chestnut streets one cold day last winter, deeply engrossed in studying a legend which appeared on a dairy man's wagon, as follows: "Pasteurized milk," etc. His face wore a puzzled expression, but finally betraying evidence of dawn ing intelligence he remarked to a by stander: "Ain't these here Philadelphia milk men a-gettin' to be just as deceitful as anything! Pasturized milk, eh? But they can't fool me, 'cause I lived in the country, and know you can't pasture cows in winter." A Man's Tact. Nobody but Mr. Henley would have asked such a question in the first place. "Miss Falrley," he said, "if you could make yourself over what kind of hair and eyes would you have?" "If I could make myself over," said Miss Fairley, "I would look just ex actly as I do now." "You would?" exclaimed Henley in honest surprise, and to this day he can't understand why Miss Falrley thinks him a man of little taste and less tact. DIFFERENT NOW Athlete Finds Better Training Food. It was formerly the belief that to become strong, athletes must eat plenty of meat. This is all out of date now, and many trainers feed athletes on the well-known food, Grape-Nuts, made of wheat and barley, and cut the meat down to a small portion once a day. "Three years ago," writes a Mich, man, "having become interested in athletics, 1 found I would have to stop eating pastry and some other kinds of food. "I got some Grape-Nuts, and was soon eating the food at every meal, for I found that when I went on the track, I felt more lively and active. "Later, I began also to drink Postum in place of coffee, and the way I gained muscle and strength on this diet was certainly great. On the day of a field meet in .Line I weighed 124 lbs. On the opening of the football season in Sept., I weighed 140. I at tribute my fine condition and good work to the discontinuation of im proper food and coffee, and the using of Grape-Nuts and Postum, my princi pal diet during training season being Grape-Nuts. "Before I used Grape-Nuts I never felt right in the morning—always kind of 'out of sorts' with my stomach. But now when I rise I feel good, and after a breakfast largely of Grape-Nuts with cream, and a cup of Postum, I feel like a new man." "There's a Reason." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to Wellville," in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuina, true, and full of human Interest. HADN'T WALKED ALL THE WAY. Prisoner at Least Had Change While Crossing River. "Down in Alabama," said John D. Fearhake, "there's a deputy marshal who doesn't let any such trifles as ex tradition laws stop him. Term of court was about to begin at one time, and a gentleman who was out on bail was reported to be enjoying himself over in Georgia. Deputy Jim went after him. Next day he telegraphed the judge: 'I have persuaded him to come.' A few days later he rode into town on a mule, leading his prisoner, tied up snugly with a clothes line. The prisoner looked as if he had seen hard service. "Why, for heaven's sake, Jim,' said the judge, 'you didn't make him walk all the way from Georgia, did you?' " 'No, sir,' said Jim. " 'I hoped not,' said the judge. " 'No,' said Jim, 'part of the way I drug him, and when we come to the Tallapoosa river, he swum.' "—Wom an's Home Journal. NOT EVE'S FAULT THAT TIME. Childish Realism Instilled Into Story of Garden of Eden. Realism rules the nursery. A cer tain Philadelphia matron, who had taken pains to inculcate Biblical stories as well as ethical truths in her three children, heard, the other day, long drawn howls of rage and grief filtering down from the playroom. Up two flights she hurried, to find on the floor Jack and Ethel, voices uplifted. Thomas, aged nine, sat perched upon the table, his mouth full and his eyes guilty. "Whatever Is the matter?" asked mamma. "80-o-o!" came from Ethel; "we were playing Garden of Eden. 80-o-o!" "But what is there to cry about?" Then Jack, with furious finger point ing at Tom, ejaculated through his tears: "God's eat the apple!"— Boh emian Magazine. A Sure Remedy. A young man who experienced much trouble in managing a head of hair which manifested an unpleasant inclination to stand on end, wrote to a weekly paper for a plan by which his troubles would be at least less ened. He was given the following recipe: "One part molasses, three parts bees wax, four parts india rubber, four parts glue, 12 raw eggs; boil on a slow fire for two hours and 15 min utes, and while cooling stir in enough cod liver oil to make the mixture slab and good. Apply hot, and while grad ually cooling pass a lawn mower back and forth over the head." He didn't take it. Unpoetlc Feet. Josselyn was feeling blue. He had come home from his visit to a New York manager with his drama —"in rimed hexameters or something like that," in his wife's phrase—under his arm. As he sat gloomily turning the pages of his rejected manuscript, his wife fixed her eyes on him somewhat critically. He looked disheveled and untidy as well as dejected, and she could not help noticing it. 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