One day in a public restaurant a gentleman, who owns a large
fruit-orchard in one of the Northwestern States, was talking about what
wonderful fruit was produced by his trees.
“Why,” said he, “I see in market here in Pittsburg apples
selling at a good price that we wouldn’t even use out our way.
We’d never think of selling them. Such apples are thrown aside
as culls.”
There are a great many human culls, men and boys, who, because
of some injurious habit, have lost their full market value.
There is the cigaret cull, the boy who is blighting his future
and depreciating his value as a member of society because of his
nauseous habit. And there is the whisky and beer cull, the man
who can not keep out of a saloon; good enough man, many ways,
but nobody wants to employ him in any responsible position. Then
we have the obscene cull, the individual who has some rancid
story to tell to raise a haw-haw among companions as coarse
and vulgar as himself. He may be a good workman, but morally
he is a cull. Another man I know is the Sabbath cull. This is
the man who goes about watering his garden on the Sabbath, or
driving out in his automobile for the pleasure of the thing;
who is sometimes seen on the train Sabbath morning with his
golf-sticks going out to some country club grounds. They may
have their thousands and live in the best houses on the avenue,
but they are moral culls. These things are blemishes which show
the character. (Text.)
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=Watchfulness=--See ASLEEP; DISGUISED DANGER.