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GIVING UP CONTROL 
A BIRTHRIGHT FOR POTTAGE 
OxcE upon a time, — and it was n’t so long ago, either, — 
down in Boothbay, Maine, there were two brothers, John 
and James. Their last name was Doe. John, the elder, 
was quiet-eyed, slow-moving, and comfortable, tempera- 
mentally. James was more jumpy, nimble-witted, am- 
bitious to get on. One stayed on the farm; the other 
naturally gravitated to the city. In due season John’s 
boy prepared to enter the academy at Damariscotta. 
Said his father: “Son, you re getting grown up. Sup- 
pose I die — you ought to have something all your own. 
I’m going to give you that best Jersey heifer. But you 
must remember to keep her well fed and healthy so that 
the milk will be pure. And keep her horns cut, in case 
she gets pernickety. Remember also that the fence in the 
qortheast corner of the pasture is getting shaky. She 
might wander out on the highroad and upset somebody 
in a Ford. Because she’s all yours, it’s up to you to 
see that she behaves herself.” 
About the same time James, in the library of his city 
house, thus delivered himself to his son: “Now, Junior, 
before you go to college I want to give you my invest- 
ment in the Boothbay Harbor Electric Light Company. 
This concern serves our old neighbors and friends, and 
I want you to feel a continuing interest in, and a responsi- 
bility for, our share in this local enterprise. If properly