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2 The Green Caldron
factory had five can lines, each capable of filling 33,000 cans per hour. Each
line required a crew of at least sixty workers. This meant that there were 300
workers in the factory and 400 in the fields, a total of 700 workers. Of these
700 not one was picking peas. They were packing peas.
I have described only one canning factory. There are many others through-
out the country. The process the others use is much the same as ours. This
means that no one picks peas.
Therefore, Mr. Ford, it is my wish that on your future programs you do
not say, "Hello, all you pea-pickers," but that you shout, as you come on stage,
"Hello, all you pea-packers." If you do this you will set at rest the minds of
all the people who work in the pea-canning factories each summer.
AS
Nature's Beauty
Douglas Royer
Rhetoric loi. Theme 8
Sincerely yours.
Pea-packer Lehn
I THINK ABOUT THE WORD BEAUTY, IT IS HARD TO
understand what this word really means. What is beauty, and what does
it imply ?
Looking out over the wintry scene of an ice storm, I would find the glisten-
ing trees beautiful. To the persons who must repair the damage done by the
ice, this scene would appear, more than likely, ugly and wicked. Therefore
beauty is relative.
Beauty is everywhere waiting to be enjoyed by everyone: the first snow
seen early in the morning before it is yet fully light, hanging in great piles on
the trees, drifting high in places, and blanketing the ground with a white fluffy
carpet ; a rainbow arching through the heavens as though it were the brilliantly
colored handle with which someone was holding up the earth.
The most beautiful sight I have ever seen was the Northern Lights. I first
noticed some distance away in the black sky a patch of white which reminded
me of falling rain. As I watched, light spread over the entire northern horizon
and extended until it was directly overhead. Then the lights began to flash and
dodge across the sky. The sight was so awe-inspiring that at first it gave me
an empty feeling, as anything does which you don't understand. Then, before
my eyes, as if this display were not already beautiful enough, the white lights
became green, red, blue, and all the hues of the rainbow. It was only then that
I realized I was watching the Aurora Borealis. I stayed up for over four hours
watching this array of nature's fireworks until it subsided as slowly as it had
come. I shall never forgfet this most beautiful of all sights.