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Richard, George (ed.) / Wisconsin alumnus
Volume 54, Number 3 (Nov. 1952)

Berge, John
Keeping in touch with Wisconsin,   pp. 6-8

Page 8

Everything looked the same and yet everything might have been so different...
OMETIMES, on crisp fall days, you can
notice the sweet, rich smell of russet
apples a good hundred yards before you
come to Bailey's Cider Mill down on the
Old County Road. It drifts out of the
presses and hangs low over the ground and
reminds you of Halloween and Thanks-
giving and all of the good things of autumn
rolled into one.
  It reminded Harry Mason, driving back
from a business trip to a neighboring town,
of all those things and something more-
that it would be a wonderful idea to take
home some apples and a jug of Bailey's
famous cider.
  A few moments later he eased his car
off the road and pulled to a stop at the
side of the mill. It was the first time he
had been there for some years, and after
he got out of his car he stood and looked
around him for a moment, refreshing his
memory and trying to see if there were
any signs of change.
  Everything looked the same. The mill
was as he had always remembered it. The
apple orchards looked full and orderly as
they always had. And the old Bailey
homestead still sat on top of the knoll,
tranquil among the giant elms that sur-
rounded it.
  Harry Mason nodded thoughtfully. The
whole place had an air of peace and per-
manence--and that was good. It was good
because that was what Tom Bailey had
worked for and planned for right up to the
time of his death. Peace and permanence.
Security for his wife Nora and for his
son Roger.
  Tom Bailey had had a taste of insecurity
in his own younger days, Harry remem-
bered. His father had left the orchards and
the mill to him so burdened with debts
and mortgages and taxes that for several
years it was touch and go whether Tom
could keep the place at all. It took a lot of
work-with a little luck thrown in-for
him to get "out from under" and put the
orchards on a paying basis.
  Harry glanced up again at the old house
on the hill, recalling how he and Tom
Bailey had sat there evenings making
plans so the Baileys' security would not be
jeopardized again. Enough life insurance
to pay for help to keep the place running
without digging into Nora's income from
it. A separate New York Life policy for
Roger's schooling. Some extra life insur-
ance to take care of estate taxes and other
obligations that might otherwise cause
some of the land to be sold... -
  Yes, Harry thought, the old mill had
an air of peace and permanence-and that
was good. It was the thing Tom Bailey
had sought for his family.., and the thing
Harry, as a New York Life agent, had
helped others build for theirs. Harry
smiled a little to himself as he turned and
walked around to the broad doorway at
the front of the mill.
FEW OCCUPATIONS offer a man so much in
the way of personal reward as life under-
writing. Many New York Life agents are
building very substantial futures for them-
selves by helping others plan ahead for
theirs. If you would like to know more
about a life insurance career, talk it over
with the New York Life manager in your
community-or write to the Home Office
at the address below.
     51 Madison Avenue, New York 10, N.Y,
     Naturally, names used in this story are fictitious.

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