he artisan simply feeds the hopper, puts in a new roll, or drops in the
material. He sits down and watches the wheels go around, likely smoking
a cigarette the meanwhile, and more than likely reading the sporting
sheet of a yellow newspaper.

Possibly few of my readers have given the matter serious thought, and
they will be astounded at the changed work conditions which have come
into our modern life.

It will be interesting to note just here some of these changes. Men used
to live within walking distance of their work. Now the electric street
railway and the speedy automobile have eliminated the necessity for much
walking.

Men used to climb stairs. The elevator has now so accustomed us to the
conveniences that stairs are taboo.

Machines have replaced muscles. The old printer walked from case to case
and got exercise. Today he sits in an easy backed chair and uses a
linotype.

Telephoning is quicker than traveling. No one "runs for a doctor."

Our houses have electric washers, electric irons and many other
labor-saving devices.

Even the farmer has his telephone, his auto, his riding plow, his
milking machine and his cream separator.

In the stores the cash boy has disappeared, the cash carrier takes the
money to a girl who sits, a machine makes the change, another machine
does her mathematics.

The modern idea of efficiency puts a premium on the sedentary feature of
occupations and employees are frequently automatons that sit.

The business man sits at his desk, sits in a comfortable automobile as
he goes home, sits at the dinner table and sits all evening at the
theater, or at the card table. It is sit, sit, sit until he gets a big
abdomen, a puffy skin and a bad liver.

He tries to counteract this with forced exercise in a gymnasium or a
couple of hours golfing a week. Very likely his golfing is more
interesting because of the side bets, than because of the exercise.

We are losing out on the natural, pleasurable, and practical exercises,
mixed in the right proportions to promote physical poise and health.
Things are too easy, luxury and comfort too teasing, for the ordinary
mortal to resist, and the great mob sits or rides hundreds of times when
they should stand or walk.

When my objective point is five or six blocks I walk and I think on the
way. I probably get in two to four miles of walking every day, which my
friends would save by riding in the street cars or autos.

I walk to my office ever