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interest in those days out of a month-old newspaper than I can get out of a stack of dailies today. Don't waste too much sympathy on the old timers, because many of them were happier than many people are today.

Some Conclusions Drawn

I presume this article would not be complete unless I were to draw some conclusions based on my forty-odd years' experience in the West. I realize that other men who have had similar experiences will draw different conclusions, so I merely offer them for what they may be worth.

Perhaps I am treading on dangerous ground when I mention our present standard of living. Doubtless it accounts for much of the debt among farmers. However, the next generation may not regard our standard of living as so very high because it will be remembered that in years gone by, many people were shocked and amazed when the farmer quit wearing homespun and began to buy his overalls ready made. It would seem, however, that the countless number of comforts, conveniences and pleasures that flood the world today should not be denied the class who put in such long, strenuous hours to produce the nation's food. Or if such is the case our jobs in future must be to arrange for an exchange of com­ modities the world over on a more equitable basis, remembering always, however, that in our particular business we have the dis­ advantage of being in competition with countries which have a very low standard of living.

In closing I must say that during my residence in Manitoba the agricultural industry has progressed in a manner that was never dreamed of a short time ago. The western farmers have organized and through their co-operative and other agencies command the attention and respect of the entire civilized world; and to every man who is broad enough to overlook the petty incidentals and grasp the real magnitude of their accomplishments, it must be apparent that agriculture is at last headed toward its place in the sun that it so greatly merits.


One of the earliest settlers in the district tributary to Boissevain was the late Joseph George Washington, known to the whole com­ munity as Joe. Born at Whitly in Ontario, he came West in 1879 at the age of eighteen, travelling by rail and boat to Emerson, where he clerked in a store for a short time, but with his mind set on farming he proceeded further west to the Turtle Mountain district, which was then talked about as a good farming country. The Red River Valley in the spring of 1879 was all under water and the dis­ trict farther west offered good prospects for the agriculturist. Investing $10.00 in an Indian pony, fashioning a set of harness out of buckskin and acquiring a second hand buckboard, he started west