And yet the state, which includes all the citizens of the state, believes that it can blot out this wisdom of mine in the final dark by means of a rope about my neck and the abruptive jerk of gravitation--this wisdom of mine that was incubated through the millenniums, and that was well-hatched ere the farmed fields of Troy were ever pastured by the flocks of nomad shepherds! Corn?
Who else knows corn?
There is my demonstration at Wistar, whereby I increased the annual corn-yield of every county in Iowa by half a million dollars.

This is history.

Many a farmer, riding in his motor- car to-day, knows who made possible that motor-car.

Many a sweet-bosomed girl and bright-browed boy, poring over high-school text-books, little dreams that I made that higher education possible by my corn demonstration at Wistar.
And farm management! I know the waste of superfluous motion without studying a moving picture record of it, whether it be farm or farm-hand, the layout of buildings or the layout of the farm-hands' labour.

There is my handbook and tables on the subject.