IN PRAISE OF GREEN PEASWe can see, across Haro Strait, the island of San Juan in the State of Washington, where one of the industries is the raising and canning of green peas. I saw the fields two years ago and saw the "Vineries", where the crop is brought, and the peas threshed out like grain. But it grieved me to think that the young pods, not yet filled, have to be wasted. One of the brands is called "Salt-air."
Like most people who spent their childhood on the prairies, I have a sentimental regard for green peas. We often took them to school with us, to eat raw, but not many of them survived the morning recess. Shelling peas was a coveted occupation when it carried "eating privileges." Before the time of fruit trees, or the easy obtaining of fruit or canned goods from Ontario and Brit
