So then here is the hope that you, girl, will start right, keep right and end right. I want you to think of sense, sentiment, and simplicity rather than dances, dollars, duds and doings.
I want your life to be one of poise, happiness and serenity instead of noise, worry and nerves.
This little message is all for you—GIRL.
SPECULATION
You Can't Earn Your Board on the Board of Trade
I've been riding through the golden wheat belt of Kansas, and estimated the new wealth; for that which grows is the only real profit or wealth. All else are trades, speculation or bookkeeping accounts.
The farmer plants the wheat. God makes it grow and we eat it.
But in a big building in an amphitheater in the city, is a crowd of wild men in shirt sleeves, perspiring, shouting, making signs, clawing the air. This crowd never raised wheat, but they raise pandemonium. It's the board of trade; its job is getting the wheat from the farm to you and me who require it to live.