The Republican journal., 1899-12-07
The Man with the Hoe.


Say Who is this a-talkn' about me?
Who is this cock-sure Markham that allows
Farmer Is DUMB and grovelln beast?
bet my yeller COW or fifty bushel potaters
That he amt never spent week on farm
He says there is no shape this side of hell
More terrible than a man hoein corn.
1t never struck me that bad.
he says the man with the hoe has
Empty face" and "santin' forehead" and
asks
"Who loosened and let down his brutal
Some farmer must hav soured him tradin'
horses.
Farmers are dead to joy? 1t makes laugh!
Did he ever tend sleighin' party?
Or apple parin' bee?
Or haSk1n bee, with sev'ral red ears?
Or picnic party to tie woods or shore?
Or qulltln party fer a nabor's wife?
Or help nabor raisin' his new house?
Whoop! Fun? Gosh all Friday Why-say.
City folks don't hardly know what fun is
The greatest fun is dom something fer
somebody
Else, and you can do that
Jest as well in the rooral deestricks
AS mex door to the opery house.
Distorted and soul quenched' the farmer
Not much he amt, onless he will to be,
This city person says the
Farmer "never grievts nor never hopes''
Ell he SuppOseS so he cOuIuu new ufuN
Within ten miles of ary farmers house.
Why every week and day we grieve and
hope.
Where women is there's allus JOY and pain,
And cords of both Where little children be
There's allus lots Of love and tears.
They climb up ON our knees and
Twlne themselves around our aching hearts,
When they laugh we laugh, and
When they're snatched away the world
grows dark
And sorrow comes and
Sits in the empty, silent chairs.
Ef | could write ez well ez kin hoe,
I'd tell this stareheC-up gent some things
tibet
Would like enuf surprise him.
He lows that l am brother to the on
Very well. So be it
That's different from stepbrother of the
horse,
And shows we amt related, me and him.
bleeve it is for id in holy rit
To yoke up OK and ass together. amt it
That there's farmers Joke, and
AIM meant to hurt his feelins,
We do not wear stovtppe hats and
Swaller tails every day, but
Our parson told US Sunday before last
About rasler in old ancient times
Who could not be hove by any giant
Long ez he got 'lectrisity from the ground
His name was Anteus or Anteup or some
sutch
He made old Hercules sweat and put him to
His trumps. But when he scorned the earth
and
Jumped up in the air and talked bout
seraphims,
Old Herclees got the hip hook on him
And huv him highern Gilderoy's kite.
Jest so. Haw haw! And
Parson he also likewise told us about the
1rishman, Di O'Clesion, who when
He elected King of England, sternly
Answered, NO. If you could only see my
Splendid cabbage patch you neverd think of
AKIN me to swop EN- fur throne begobs !"
Therefore, in conclusion ez the parson says,
! would merely further remark that
Almost every great man in the world
Hes passed his youth in contact with the
ground,
A-tlourishin' this same hoe, this Edwin
pr'aps excepted.
And don't it make us happy some
To remember aud reflect that we farmers
Produce all food the human family eats?
Why, certainly it docs
And Amt this know ledge of his usefulness
Enuf to make any farmer rejoice. eXceptin
P'raps one who wants to
Keep his own snout in the trough all the
White?
Say Edwin, Come off
Do not grleve your numerous friends by
letting
Up aud down your lower jaw so mulch.
Farmer W. A, Croffut in Orange Judd
Farmer.