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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 21, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 18',
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By Hi Akers
"It's no use, dad, I can't do it."
Donald Paine sat back in the libra
y chair and looked squarely in the
'ace of the elderly man on the other
side of the table. He was a good
'ooking, wholesome specimen of a
foung American, about 24 years of
lge, and when he spoke seriously it
dad the tang of sincerity.
His father's brow grooved itself
nto a frown.
"I haven't any patience with peo
ple who say they 'can't'," he snapped.
If I had said 'can't' I'd never have
built up the business I have from
nothing. It's a big business now.
The money it has made has given
you every advantage of education a
boy ought to have. Ever since you
were a little lad I've loked forward
to the time when you would come in,
learn the business and help me, be a
partner, and in course of time take
"Yes, dad, I know. I felt you ex
pected that of me, and I tried tried
hard. But I hated it I hate it
worse all the time."
"There must be something wrong
in the training of boys these days,"
responded the elder man thought
fully. "They don't like to work."
"Oh, yes, they do. But they want
to do the work they like. It's no us
grinding your heart and soul to dust
doing the thing you hate when there
is so much to do that you feel is your
"Will you be good enough to state
what you think is your work?"
His father's tone had an equal mix
ture of incredulity and sarcasm, and
he threw a strong accent on the
"I hate sitting at a desk, being
cooped up inside walls all day, and
every day. I want to be out in the
open. I want fresh air "
" 'I want fresh air and I want free
Jife.' " broke in his father, " 'Laska.'
wasn't it that you used to recite ev
ery chance you got? It must have
got into your blood."
"No," answered Donald, "it was
born in the blood. That's why I al
ways liked the poem."
"Well, what do you want to do?"
asked his father returning to the
charge with businesslike directness.
"I'd like to go west, take up some
Donald Ignored the Covert Sneer.
land and go into the raising of live
"Oh, you want to ride around in
chaps and a flannel shirt cowboy,
Donald ignored the covert sneer.'
"I want to do something where there
is foot-room and sky-room."
"You seem to have left the girl to
whom you are engaged entirely out
of the scheme. You can't have- any
idea that she would take chances
with you in that wild, uncivilized