Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1883-10-11
FARMERS PIC.NlCs.

HICKORY CoRsERs. August IS, 1889.
We'll, well did you ever!h wyou farmer
Ii acten
So your goin' that thing over this fall,
And spenda hull day.as you call 1t pic-nick
en-,
And wasten' your time for Just nothen' nj
oil.
lgtve you my notions for this kind Of non
sense.
Jet twv years this fall when you acted W
And b d all the fussen of eates, and
drunken,
And Oh ,ps you call speakers to git up and
blow.
l hoped what told You would've ended
tho matt r,
But see you keep foolen, don't heed what
say,
only lest wish there would come nor
easter.
And thunder and tighten the hull Of the
day.
The same thing right over with music and
And women all rugged up In satins and
SILK,
And Alvorl and Howell to tell how to
farm II,
Ana Poole and Richardson how to sIill
milk.
What's all their bloweu snd braggen
amount to?
Nota peck oi sour appl %. how smart they
be.
II you want good orthodox common sense
Just call on such chaps as Old Amiz Or
me.
~ Ia. ? ar u
own butter
The way Oh do farmen, you'll all go to
smash
Eaten b efstakes and i'm cracks and cleo
margarine,
Made out of soap grease and all kinds Of
trash.
You git up your sh 'n-digs, invite all crea
To come to the iracas, cause everything's
Tree,
They've nothen whatever to do with good
frmeh,
They're no,hen hut brag ,n, scrapcs, that's
what they be.
Jim Morrisson'll tell bout his new tangled
Rigged u for the pigs to sleep overhead,
With mattresses made out OF straw for to
lay tn,
And fixed SO that two can just sleep in
one ted,
And ShonsLow he'll bras bout his herd OF
blood HOisteins,
And nifty Will swear that they've all got The
boss,
What lies you'l all tell bout your big corn
and taters.
And squire l'attonII trAg bout his fast
trottipg hoss.
Rev. johnson he'll tell you bout his hogs,
sheep, and caItl,,
But Hallock he'll tell You how milk win
be high.
Cause he wants to sell cows and all Of
you'll Dt lieve him,
And give him y vur notes for all you can
buy.
Oh know how twill b., for my neigh
Dor Jo Adams
Was over there ast year, III Betty his
wife;
He told me he never he ard so much bragg
On any one day of his whole Ssteral
life.
Hut he got enough Of your tarnal perform
For Just when the time for the eaten had
come |
He sat down ker-swash, with his white |
linen trUufers
In blackberry pie and bad to 70 hum.
Poor Betsey, she billed them ere trousers
and billed 'em,
but 'twasn't no use they amt worth u
Kruat
For now when 10 wears EN- TO church or
camp mestin.
He has to put on his old blue long tailed
coat
But I've got from my subJect-what good
is this fuOlin'?
OF spouten and dapcen nd acten up 50,
Will sour be cheaper, or milk go up
higher
Or butter bring more Is what I want to
know
telled ye before and l ain't changed my
'piniun
You can Idde and dance but you'll never
TIL you git down to hard pan and stop all
this foUlln'
Make tarnel poor milk or pay less for
feed.
That's all there is Of 1t your lc-nic's d
fracHs
For farmers to Jlne and to come fur and
And spend all their money to have a big
blow out, IL
Smoke ten tent Ct ,ars and drink lager
beer.
Its only place wh,rs the gals git to-
gcther
To flirt with fellers and tell silly jokes, II
And show Of their bonnets all covered with
postrs
That locks like they's sot on, l 'blieve
they re called pokos.
Sich dresses they're vearen, too, Mother
Hubbard's,
It's shameful, disgracetul, | really de-
They 70 no more like dresses than char
coai's ike hayseed, /
They're nothing but night-gownS, that's
Jest what they air.
'spcse men should act up so and dress In a
hot weather a
So we could be cooler to rake my and NOW,
Wouldn'l women all laugh when they ii rst !
got ,gcther,
If We shoIld all wear Father Hubbard s. ,
Then th@s''e got another concern they call !,
1erse' :.
A sort Of It uight Jacket, except 1t Amt y
tied, IL
'Tafnt very new nuther, for its only an UNI t
dershitt l.,
Billed In pay colors and put on outside.
But It's N ken time now, | must wind up d
this.
You've rot my opinion of these kind of =,
times:
30 on WIN your spouten an eaten and II
drlnktn. 1t
The LORD help such farmers as you are, >
JOSH GIIMES. a
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