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Do Not Live By Bread Alone

Had I but Two Loaves, I Would Sell One and
Buy Hyacinths to Feed My Soul.—Mohammed.

By ORISON SWETT MARDEN

CARTOON BY GORDON ROSS

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HERE is an old painting in one of the is where realities, changeless realities exist, in galleries of Europe called “The Tree of the unseen pure being.

Life.” It represents a huge tree upside Few people take life very seriously or dip into down, its · branches containing delicious fruit, it very deeply. We skim along the surface. We pointing toward the earth, its roots reaching up sip, we touch, we go. We are shallow in our life into the air, towards the heavens instead of into views, in our philosophies. We take little pains the ground. The tree does not rest on anything; to try to find out the finer meanings of life and it hangs invisibly suspended.

our purpose here. We are absorbed in mere The lesson this ancient allegorical painting things. The majority of people spend most of teaches is that our sustenance, our finer nourish- their lives on superficial things-things that ment, comes from something above us—from appeal to the palate and the other senses. What the unseen, from the spiritual world, from the a pity that we should put such a false estimate great cosmic intelligence, instead of from on mere things-on houses, stocks, lands, and materiality below. Many of us are familiar with money! the modern picture of Paradise and the Garden of Eden, which represents the Tree of Life ULTITUDES of Americans have lost getting its nourishment from the earth, and

the art of living the life worth while, with its branches reaching up toward the have missed the glory of life. Nearly everyheavens.

thing of real value is sacrificed for material As we get farther and farther from the animal, things. The things really worth while are as the brute is educated out of us, the man in us merely incidental in their lives. They pay advances, our discernment becomes finer, our very little attention to the sweet, beautiful perception keener, clearer, and we see, feel, and amenities of life. appreciate the grander things in the universe. Millions of people in this country are rich in All of this is like grinding the facets of the rough things but very poor in ideas and ideals. They diamond in our nature, letting in more light and

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very

little else. revealing newer and more marvelous beauties. Many people seem to think that if they

haven't money they lack about everything that VERY normal person is conscious of is worth while, but money poverty is nothing

something within him which is always compared with mind poverty. Mental penury bidding him to forsake the lower, to let go of the is the worst kind of poverty-the sort that material, to “come up higher,” up out of the blights the mind, that dwarfs the soul. basement of animal living into the intellectual It is the duty of every human being to prolife, and grasp the things worth while.

duce the largest possible man or woman. Merely We draw our great

to manage to pile up a est strength from di

little property, while vine subsiance, divine

the mind lives in intelligence. "I will HE majority of our people

penury and the soul is lift up mine eyes unto

dwarfed because of the the hills from whence confidence than any other fac- lack of an opportunity cometh my help,” says ulty. A large percentage of

for growth, is not sucthe Psalmist. We send those who are failures could

No matter how our thoughts upward, have succeeded if this

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big the pile of money not downward. They quality had been properly

he may accumulate, if reach up into, the in- trained and strengthened in

a person is cursed with finite source of things, their youth.

mental penury, with to the All Supply. Here

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velous rhododendrons, tions, his life is a misHERE is no more uplifting

blind to glories which erable failure. Merely 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

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. HAT a cheap substitute for real life To see one of these men, who has cultivated only 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 griod 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 sense, 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.

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Heads Department

of Agriculture

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

with the Soil”

By CHESLA C. SHERLOCK

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ENRY 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

Hostetler Studio3, 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 be 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 ENRY C. WALLACE was born in Rock at Madison, Wisconsin. Professor Henry was

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

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Secretary of Agriculture Henry C. Wallace and Mrs. Wallace (in center) and their family

respond with me, offering advice and particularly insisting on knowing my hope for the future.

“The result of this correspondence was that he persuaded me to journey to Madison to see him. When I arrived there, he found that I had had two years of agricultural college work but had not finished the course of study.

“Of course, be insisted that I must return to college and graduate. He persuaded me that I was making the mistake of my life not to do this. I returned home, determined to follow his advice at any cost.

“I had to change trains at Ames coming home; and while there, between trains, I naturally went out to the college to see my old teacher, James Wilson, later Secretary of Agriculture.

"Wilson was naturally interested in my plans and asked me what I intended to do. When I told him that I was going back to school, he was greatly pleased. But when he found out that I was thinking of going to Madison, he wouldn't listen to the project at all!

“ 'If you are going to do this,' he said, 'You owe it to Ames to finish your course here.'

“So I held to the original plan but compromised by agreeing to go back to Ames.”

Mr. Wallace then returned to his farm in Adair county, held a sale, turned everything

into cash and went back to finish his education. There were two babies in the Wallace home. He had had a splendid start in farming and was beginning to win a name as a breeder of fine live stock.

But his friends looked on his return to college as worse than foolhardy. Indeed, it is so seldom that young men who are just getting on their feet in the business world are content to follow the advice of their elders concerning education that his friends thought there was something radically wrong with young Wallace. But-he went back to his studies, and that decision changed the whole complexion of his life and eventually brought him to the portfolio he now occupies.

T college, Henry C. Wallace, found him

self with his back to the wall. He had two years' work to complete before the coveted degree would be his. And his resources were fast dwindling away.

He had sold his farm and all his live stock for cash, but land and hogs and cattle in those days—1890--weren't worth a great deal in money. Times were hard and prices were at the low ebb. Eggs sold for five cents a dozen then, and a good horse brought the magnificent sum of $17.50. And you had to “take it out in trading."

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