“No, sir.”
“Would you know what date to plant early peas, and corn, and lima beans?”
“No, sir.”
“Ever graft an apple tree?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, you’re not very well fitted to take a job as a gardener yet, are you?” said I.
He admitted that he wasn’t.
“Would you keep on going to school if they taught you how to be a gardener?” asked Stella, carrying on the line of questioning.
“You bet,” he replied. “But, gee! they don’t teach nothin’ like that. Only bookkeepin’ and typewritin’, and then you have to go away to a business college somewhere before you can get a job.”
“We seem to have stumbled on a civic problem,” I remarked to my wife as we teed up. “I don’t believe an educational survey would do this town any harm.”