Spring, what a beautiful time of life! All nature has been roused from the dead of winter’s sleep. Bleak, barren, fields are again ear petted with mossy green. Forests are alive with the chirp of feathered songsters as they gaily hop from limb to twig. Babbling brooks go singing along as frozen ponds are changed to mirroring pools. With nature all astir with life, how can man be left unstirred? Impossible! Old and young cannot react alike to the stimulant of spring’s new life. Here some prod in a little garden plot; there another turns furrow upon furrow on seemingly...