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Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 36, 11 February 1926, Page 15

!' DOWN AMONG THE SPUDS MR. EES TAKES IT EASY [SpMlal lufcrvlsw.J The aekt tube we visited the worthy I^^t'i^ we foiibd hixa among long row* of Ireland* staple diet. We lit once again on the ancient weed box and with feoaeyed Word* of apprecU' tion drew from Mm further pearls of wiid&fii. He rested his foot on his spade, relaxed into an attitude of h^^ic^lf3?.7*^ obuami began. "II y6u had brought your old clothes I could have made it a profitable aitwmoou for both, of ua. However, you'll be the on* t6 profit thia time. Vou'U notice the cbickon house is finished Got two egg« yesterday. Hartofflei over the fence is the only one who doesn't appreciate th« establishment* Reckons fowls are too much like alarm clock* for his liking. "However, to return to the spuds. J. don't propose to talk . potato-growing to you. You're more consented With their eating—naturally. But Unless you expect to pay fourpence a pound for new potatoes you must grow 'em yourself. And to grow 'em successfully you. niust know a little about their cultivation. "In the firtt place—6pud« or no »pud*~if you want a garden you must hive tools. No man fully 'coffipo* mentis' would endeavour to wret»tle bare-handed or with a lone dessert fork with his little Motion of Mother Earth. A »pad©—a fork-Hwo forks in fact;-A ahoval, if there is heavy work to. be done—a rake—a pair of pruning snips— a modcat wheelbarrow. A lot of money yon say t ITet and no. It depends, where you get 'em. As I told you th» Saturday before last, mine come from Nee* Hardwire. Get that name fixed firmly ta you not. As the ad* > v<trtisemenU say, "It means money in your poclMt." "But, . where U N*e»!" I asked. "I'm only 4 newcomer to Wellington, you know." "Just a wee bit off the beaten trade," h* replied. "You ' know Cuba fctwet!*' I nodded. j , "Yon know Ghnaiee Street-" with the Union Clothing Company on the corner!" I did. "Well, just down that street— diagonally opposite Tb Aro Port Office." "Aha!" said I, "so that's where the 'fool People* live." "That's *here you'll find them between the hoars of half-past eight and half-past five—ready to part yon courteOttsly front a ' little of yonr money in exchange for exceptional value in tools— garden took, masons' tools, machine took, carpenter* 1 tools —anything from * wire nail to ! a circular »w. "And to get back to the Ifari phy** again, 1* I murmured. 'Sow do yon manage to pro- , duo*, this combination of the Botanical Gardens and a Chinese i kitchen garden in miniature?" "Patience," ha replied sweetly. "Just sticking at it. You can have the fiaMt tools in the world, bat they're Jtot much good without a little perseverance and industry." i "You'd make a good parson," I offered, smiling. ."Well," he replied bashfnlly, "I didn't mean to give a sermon, but I've seen to many people stock up their tool-houses with rakes and forks and hoes and lawn-mowers, and sit back and expect their garden to. flourish under threat of the implement* ready to subdue it." "I'm afraid I'm not that sort," , 1 mentioned with pride. "I have not even got the tools. What would a spade—a good spade ' cost I"' Mr. Ees reflected. "Yon can get a tip-top Spear and Jackson's ('Neverbend') for eight and eleven." ' "And a rakeT' "Three and two.** "A garden fork V* "Six and eleven.'* "A raap-hook?" "Two and twopence." ' "And a lawn-mower?" "A fourteen^inch ball-bearing 'Paragon* for fifty-eight /and six." "And what'd a real heavy duty shovel cost?" "Seven bob." I jotted them down. "Ybn seem to know them all off by heart," I observed. "Well," he protested, 'Tv« -bought them all—l keep their catalogue handy and consult it occasionally—l ought to." "Wife likes flowers," I vohm- ' teered. "It's about time I got tny little section into shape. Not been here long, btit I should have done something before. 1 Think I'll drop into Ne«s Hardware and see about it." "Good," he said, warmly. "You do." (Another epfiode of Mr. Ees next Thursday night—watch for ii.)