THE FARMER; THE CORNER-STONE OF CIVILIZATION
RECENTLY an Indiana woman was peeling some potatoes, and in a hollow in one she found a note from the Southern farmer who had raised the potatoes running:
"I got 69c. a bushel for these potatoes. How much did you pay for them?"
She wrote back:
/"I paid $4 per bushel."
The farmer sent her just one more letter. It said:
"I got 69c. for those potatoes. It could not have cost more than 31c. to carry them to you. Who got the other $3? I am going to try to find out."
It is idle to say that when such an occurrence is typical--and it most certainly is to a large extent typical--there is no cause for uneasiness. Something is wrong It may be wholly the fault of outsiders. It may be at least partially the fault of the farmers and of those who eat the food the farmers raise. The trouble may