id one hen will raise twenty chickens in a
season. The second season, twenty each, you see, will be four hundred;
the third season, eight thousand; the fourth season, one hundred and
sixty thousand; and the fifth season, only five years, twenty each
will be three million, two hundred thousand chickens. At twenty-five
cents each they will bring eight hundred thousand dollars. We will
then let you have money enough to pay off the mortgage on the farm and
we will move to the city."

To a girl in love, every hen egg will hatch; not a chicken will ever
die with the gapes; they will all live on love, like herself, and
everything will be profit.

The college girl cannot marry at this impulsive, air-castle age. She
must wait until she gets through college. By that time she is old
enough for her heart to consult her head, and her head inquires into
the character and capacity of the young man. Beside this, it has been
the custom for women to look up to man, and when the college woman
looks up, quite often she doesn't see anybody. Young man, if you want
the college girl you must "get up" in good qualities to where she will
see you without looking down.

I believe this higher education for women will tend to arrest the
recklessness by which life is linked with life at the marriage altar.
There is a legend among the Jews that man and woman were once one
being; an angel was sent down from Heaven to cleave them into two.
Ever since, each half has been running around looking for the other,
and the misfits have been many at the marriage altar.

These misfits remind me of an experience when I lectured for the
Colfax, Iowa, Chautauqua, some years ago. Frank Beard, the famous
chalk talker, was there and on Grand Army day he was on the program
for a short talk. I was seated by Mr. Beard while the speaker who
preceded him was telling war stories of his regiment and himself.
Frank Beard said to me: "Well! I guess I can exaggerate a little
myself." It was evident he intended to measure up to the occasion.
After getting his audience into proper spirit for the manufactured war
story, he said:

"I was in the war myself and had a few experiences. At the battle of
Shiloh, I was lying behind a log, when I saw about forty Confederates
come dashing down toward me. My first impulse was to rise, make a
charge and capture the whole forty. But I knew that would not be
strategy; generals did not manage a battle that way with such odds
against them,