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velous rhododendrons, tions, his life is a mis THERE is no more uplifting blind to glories which erable failure. Merely I habit than that of bearing

would entrance an to grind out all one's a hopeful attitude, of believing angel. With scarcely a vitality and energy in that things are going to turn glance at the gorgeousgetting a living, is a out well and not ill; that we ness of the flowers, the crime. are going to succeed and not

exquisite beauty of the We do not live by fail; that no matter what may

hills and valleys which bread alone; our souls or may not happen, we are

are covered with these feed on higher things. going to be happy.

wonderful blossoms, To him who gets above

they pass by, heedless the miasma of the

of their charm. basement of life and

One of the most pitibreathes the pure air of the higher altitudes able objects in the universe is the mere comes a clearer vision of life and its marvelous shell of a man-a man whose very soul has meaning, a deeper appreciation of its glories. been dried up and in whom all that was

finest and best has shriveled and atrophied. THAT a cheap substitute for real life To see one of these men, who has cultivated only V V many of us live! How little that is the money-making faculties, retire from busireally grand, sublime, and beautiful we get in ness rich, and try to enjoy himself in the way he our monotonous, colorless, daily grind for a dreamed he would when fresh, young, and reliving! Most of us live in the lower levels of sponsive to all that was best and noblest in life existence. We linger in the misty and op- --when all capacity for such enjoyment has pressive valleys, when we might be climbing the long ago died out of him, so that there is nothing sunlit hills. God puts into our hands the Book left but a burned-out shell—is distressing. It of Life, every page bright with open secrets, but seems tragic that an intelligent human being how many of us suffer it to drop out of our should reach such a miserable condition. hands unread!

To be happy, we must cultivate the faculties Was there ever a sermon half so eloquent as and the qualities which can make happiness posthat which we meet on every hand in a walk or sible. A man who goes through life exercising a ride through the country? Sermons from his greedy, grasping money-making faculties, butterflies, from robins, from bob-o-links; and catering to his animal appetite, cannot exsermons from croaking frogs and chirping perience the joys of the cultivated mind, to crickets, from the tempting apples in the or- be found in intellectual pleasures. They only chards, the vegetables in the garden; sermons appeal to the higher man. The man who has from the mountains which preach majesty, lived in the basement of his being, who has grandeur and sublimity; sermons from the never developed his æsthetic or artistic faculstreams, from the running brooks, the glorious ties, will not enjoy nature, books, works of art, ocean; sermons from the mighty oak and the or travel. He must get back to the animal rut swaying sapling; sermons from grass and trees for his satisfaction, because his undeveloped from leaf and flower. Everything is eloquent faculties cannot appreciate or enjoy the higher with the glory of life.

things. When you visit nature's playground where Everything in life is filled with some special beauty, sublimity, and loveliness are all about meaning, but will only give up its secret to the you, take time to listen and think and ponder. soul that responds to it. To the man who deTry to appreciate the glory surrounding you. velops his intellectual and ästhetic faculties Try to drink it all in with your eyes, your ears- comes untold satisfaction. He understands with every sease, with your very soul! Try to what real living is. think what all this means. Think of the intelli- If you have not learned to get nourishment gence that wrought these wonderful miracles on from the unseen, if your eyes have not been every hand. You will be amazed at what you trained to see the beauties and the glories of life can absorb.

in the higher things, if your ears have not been I often see men and women walking through tuned up to the harmonies and melodies of the beautiful Central Park in New York with nature and the world about you, you are not their eyes upon the ground, scarcely ever glanc- really living, and your life will be a failure. It ing at the marvelous beauty of trees, grass, and will be dull, flat and unprofitable. flowers. I have seen them pass through the To cultivate the lower at the expense of the sections which are glorious with acres of mar- higher is one of the greatest tragedies of life.


Heads Department

of Agriculture

Henry C. Wallace, of President Harding's
Cabinet, Says, “You Must Mix Brains

with the Soil”

T TENRY C. WALLACE, Secretary of The Wallaces

Agriculture in President Harding's Cabi have tilled the

net, was once private secretary to the soil for generalate James Wilson, Secretary of Agriculture in tions. “There

©Hosteller Studios, Des Moines the cabinets of Presidents McKinley, Roose- are only two Henry C. Wallace velt, and Taft.

members of our It was back in the days when James Wilson family so far back as we can trace it,” said was dean of the Agricultural College at Ames, Mr. Wallace, “that were not farmers—'dirt Iowa, and young Henry Wallace was seeking farmers'—and they were both dealers in foodhis degree. In order to complete his education stuffs. Agriculture is the central interest and at the college and support his family at the activity of the entire Wallace family.” same time, Mr. Wilson made Henry Wallace his “Uncle” Henry Wallace, his father, was a private secretary.

strong advocate of education, and although From that day until the death of Secretary most country boys, in his day, were content Wilson, last year, the Wallaces and the Wilsons with a common education in the country were great friends. James Wilson was a fre- schools, he insisted on his children having every quent visitor at the Wallace home, and he and advantage. “Uncle" Henry Wallace, father of the present Young Henry went to the schools of Rock Secretary of Agriculture, toured Europe to Island, finally being graduated from high gether when Mr. Wilson left the Cabinet. school. Then he determined to enter Ames

"I owe much to Wilson,” said Secretary Agricultural College, at Ames, Iowa. There he Wallace. “It was through his influence that I spent two years—until it was necessary for him returned to Ames to complete my college work. to go to work to support himself. It was through his kindness that I was enabled He purchased a farm in Adair county, Iowa, to graduate and to support my wife and two married, and settled down. For five years he babies while winning the college degree. And was a successful farmer and breeder of live when I was graduated, it was Mr. Wilson who stock. brought me back to Ames as assistant pro- “In order to get money to help hold up the fessor in dairying. I owe a great deal-not only family budget," says Mr. Wallace, “I used to my start in agriculture—to him; but, also, write short sketches of my farming experiences for his aid, advice, and friendly interest when for the agricultural press. I did quite a bit of we were building my publication, Wallace's writing on the side. Farmer. He was a friend indeed!”

“Some of this matter attracted the attention

of Professor Henry of the Agricultural College I TENRY C. WALLACE was born in Rock at Madison, Wisconsin. Professor Henry was

u Island, Illinois, 55 years ago. His the dean of agricultural instructors. He was father, for whom he was named, was a Scotch so interested in my literary output that he took immigrant who first settled in Pennsylvania, the trouble to write me a letter in order to find but finally saw greater possibilities in the West out more about me. When he discovered that for farming.

I was an actual farmer, he continued to cor


Secretary of Agriculture Henry C. Wallace and Mrs. Wallace (in center) and their family respond with me, offering advice and par- into cash and went back to finish his education. ticularly insisting on knowing my hope for the There were two babies in the Wallace home. future.

He had had a splendid start in farming and was “The result of this correspondence was that beginning to win a name as a breeder of fine he persuaded me to journey to Madison to see live stock. him. When I arrived there, he found that I But his friends looked on his return to had had two years of agricultural college work college as worse than foolhardy. Indeed, it but had not finished the course of study. is so seldom that young men who are just

“Of course, be insisted that I must return to getting on their feet in the business world are college and graduate. He persuaded me that I content to follow the advice of their elders conwas making the mistake of my life not to do cerning education that his friends thought this. I returned home, determined to follow there was something radically wrong with his advice at any cost.

young Wallace. But-he went back to his “I had to change trains at Ames coming studies, and that decision changed the whole home; and while there, between trains, I complexion of his life and eventually brought naturally went out to the college to see my old him to the portfolio he now occupies. teacher, James Wilson, later Secretary of Agriculture.

AT college, Henry C. Wallace, found him“Wilson was naturally interested in my plans A self with his back to the wall. He had and asked me what I intended to do. When I two years' work to complete before the coveted told him that I was going back to school, he degree would be his. And his resources were was greatly pleased. But when he found out fast dwindling away. that I was thinking of going to Madison, he He had sold his farm and all his live stock for wouldn't listen to the project at all!

cash, but land and hogs and cattle in those “ 'If you are going to do this,' he said, 'You days—1890—-weren't worth a great deal in owe it to Ames to finish your course here.' money. Times were hard and prices were at

“So I held to the original plan but compro the low ebb. Eggs sold for five cents a dozen mised by agreeing to go back to Ames.”

then, and a good horse brought the magMr. Wallace then returned to his farm in nificent sum of $17.50. And you had to “take Adair county, held a sale, turned everything it out in trading.”

So Henry Wallace bargained with fate and cultural writer and platform speaker aided finished his two years' work in one. But that largely in carrying the project through to was not enough! Then kindly old Secretary success. Wilson came to his rescue and made him his John P. Wallace made his first trip for private secretary. By doing this work and by advertising on a bicycle simply because his doing two college years in one, he pulled 'firm did not have sufficient money to pay train through and was graduated.

fares! And he made that trip pay, even The strain told, just as it always tells. On though a severe storm laid him up for over a his graduation day, be was stricken with week.' typhoid fever. For several months he was too Until 1916, the year when “Uncle” Henry ill to be told what was happening. But he Wallace died, Henry C. Wallace served as won in the fight against illness, and when the associate editor of Wallace's Weekly. Since next college season opened he was able to be then, he has been the editor.' about again.

When asked for the secret of his success, Mr. Again James Wilson came to his rescue and Wallace smiled and said: “Just hard work and made a place for him on the college staff as lets of it! You must mix brains with the soil." assistant professor of dairying. Young Wallace had intended to return to the farm again, but he THE home life of the Wallaces is the first was glad to take the college professorship until I interest of their lives. They are strong, he could get on his feet. He held this position sturdy Scots in their character and in their for three years, all the time under the able religion, but they are no less strong, sturdy, guidance and assistance of James Wilson. and happy in their family life. Then events happened which prevented him M r. and Mrs. Wallace became acquainted at ever again following the plow on his own accord. Ames, and their marriage was the result of a

Someone had started a little dairy paper at college romance. There are six children in the Ames. I do not know just what share Henry Wallace family, three boys and three girls. C. Wallace had in starting this paper, but I do The oldest boy, Henry A., is also a graduate of know that he owned a half interest in it, Ames, and in his day will become editor of acting as editor in addition to his college work. Wallace's Farmer. And when he retires his

His younger brother, John P. Wallace, had son, Henry B., will take his place. come to Ames and had just finished his first The other sons of Secretary Wallace, John year of college work. At this time, his father, and James, are both veterans of the World War, “Uncle" Henry Wallace, was editor of The graduates of the University of Pennsylvania, Iowa Homestead, published in Des Moines and are employed on Wallace's Farmer. The

The three Wallaces, father and two sons, eldest daughter, Annabel, who is now Mrs. decided to start a paper of their own. They Angus McClay, lives in Detroit. The other took over the little dairy paper, changed the two daughters, Ruth and Mary, are unmarried name to Wallace's Farmer, and entered into the and live with their parents. publishing business on their own account. Secretary Wallace, it is probable, is the most "Uncle". Henry and Henry C., were the thoroughly schooled in all branches of modern editors, and John P., was the advertising and agriculture of any man who has held his business manager.

portfolio. He had five years of actual farming It was just a little sheet in its first days; but experience after he reached his twenty-first its owners had great faith in it, and the name year. He still owns a number of farms among “Uncle” Henry Wallace had made as an agri- them the Wallace homestead.

M TEN like Phillips Brooks, Thoreau, Emerson, Beecher, Agassiz, Ruskin,

I were rich without money. They saw the splendor in the flower, the glory in the grass. They sucked in power and wealth at first hand from the fields, the birds, the brooks, the mountains, and the forest, as the bee sucks honey from the flowers. Every natural object seemed to bring them a special message from the great Author of the beautiful. To these rare souls every natural object was touched with power and beauty; and their thirsty souls drank it in as a traveler on a desert drinks in the God-sent water of the oasis.

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