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AS IT IS WITH ACORNS, SO IT IS WITH CHILDREN
Remember how, as kids, we wrote in our. copy books:. "Great oaks
from little acorns grow?" '
We wrote it," but we didn't think, much about it, did we?
It's too late to tni'rik about'it now. There's a. lot in that sentence.
For instance: x
The Uttle acorn has got to be a good little acorn to produce the great
No starved, stunted, wormy or soggy acorn will do the trick.
The parents .of the acorn, who put into it the stuff that makes it, in
turn, the seed of a fine big oak, must have had the right food, the right air,
the right chance.
A bad acorn just rots. It won't even produce a scrub oak.
That's one lesson. A woodland lesson in eugenics. ,And men are.like
acorns in one respect. Heredity does count. You've got to give them a
chance if you want healthy, worth while children of the race.
Now here's another thought:
A good acorn, falling on bum ground, won't sprout. There must., be
the right soil, the right moisture, theight sunshine, or it's all off.
Isn't it-that way, too, with a human youngster? Some do grow up
finely from awful beginnings; but how many weaken and fall! The long
odds are withthe youngster who has a fair chance.
We doubt if'an acorn put into a cold, statistical forest asylum would
make as good joist timber as one cuddled in the regular way hy old Mother
But given a good acre in the right soil and there's a third thing to take
' r Oaks grow slowly from within; grow by the. steady, persistent, little by
little building of the cells created from their own sap.
You can't,- by any outside fussing, rush the making of a great oak tree.
The majesty, but also the resistlessness of the "centuries,, is' In its giant
So when you become impatient, when you become selfish or heedless
of others, when you get to shirking your community obligations, or when
you develop the habit of fussing, it won't-do any harm to. think a bit about
the old copy, book and what it said of the little acorn.
The meek-eyed election canvasser
knocked timidly at the door of the
only house in Broosers' Alley, and
in answer to a gruff'Come in!"' en
tered the house.
"Iliave come," he explained suave
ly, "to solicit your vote on behalf o.f
"Wefl, yer can't have it See?"
' "Let me assure you, sir, that he
"No, he won't!"
"But, my dear sir, I can"
"Hop it!" threateningly. -
"Convince you "
A ham-likte fist took the meek
eyed one under the left aural appen
dage. A number fourteen boot '.lifted
him through the yawning door,, and
he landed upside, down on the refuse
heap. Then the timid" canvasser
arose, spat out the dislodged teeth,
poised his hat on an egg-like bump
on the apex of his cranium, smiled
winterly, "arid said : '
"No, but 'seriously, mister, don't
you .want to vote for Bloggs?"