Omaha daily bee., 1909-06-27
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Philadelphia North American.
MELODIES ON THE FARM
Difference Between the Real Trims
and hat welIed Up from n
Poetic Soul.

and thnt Welled Un from n
Poetic Soul.
The printing OF sensational and highly
decorated murder and divorce stories is not
the only way In which ~incautious newspa-
pers may mislead the youth Of the land
and corrupt the public taste. A soulful lit
tie thing like this from the Sylvania CGaD
Telephone, which the New York World re-
produces on its editorial page. may do more
harm than the goriest and raciest Of SEN
sational news:
IL you like music and pretty pictures,
you can have them at your will by getting
up early on the farm and listening TO the
songs Of the birds and all the signs and
sounds OF natures resurrection. You can
hear the chickens, the cows and the hogs
the neighing horses as the farmer comes
with their feed. You can hear the voices
at the lot-as the boys or the hired hands
draw water for the stock and make ready
for the day. Then. as the first long golden
lance Of light strikes down across the silent
fields, you can see all the life and hustle OF
another opening day. And all Of it il sweet
and bringeth peace and joy-as we find out
sometimes when we have left It and pine
for Il again"
w know a man who was raised on the
farm and his recollections are very tender.
He emember a typical morning In the
springtime. He arose with the dawn, It was
his business to do so, and he lit a candle,
having shivered five minutes before he
could find a match. hen he went out to
the horse lot Ito feed" 1t had been rain
ing in the night, the trees were dripping
and the thermometer was nearer 40 than 80
degrees.
1t was a cold, wet, drizzly-drozzly morn
Inc and the a,,n mould mot ha a'1In' that
day, and the mud In the horse lot where
the pigs and mules had romped was six
inches deep. The ROSTERS were sitting low
on the limbs Of the trees with their heads
hidden, without the slightest disposition to
crow. Nor did the horses neigh there
was mary a horse" so TO say, as they
were all mules, three Of them.
After Juggling at the latch and wrestling
with the stable door, which the ain had
caused to swell. and skinning the back of
one hand, it was to climb into the loft and
dig around for three bundles of fodder for
each mule. Then It was to 90 to the crib
100 yards distant and get eighteen nubbins,
after untying the Irvine string that held the
crib door in place. Then came the trans
ference Of the corn to the mules. as well
as of the fodder.
AS to Old Sal and Mike II was easy,
but only a skillful mule mariner dared
venture into the stall Of that young Pete
mule-and yet 1t had to be done. Pete
was wonderfully handy with his heels and
was no respecter Of persons. so that feed
ing him was the one matutinal perform
snce on hat farm that really thrilled and
warmed. All, how keen was the Joy In
waltzing around Pete In the stall. with
a bundle of fodder in one hand, six nubbins
in the other, in the desperate eudeavor
to be nearer his front than his rear! Pete's
motive in kicking was merely to have a
little fun.
One did not hear the little birds twitter;
they we're busy in the garden eating the
young plants and destroying the rasp-
berries. etc. One as expected to drive
them away. though ones feet sank an ell
in the soft garden mould. AS for the
voices of the hired hands, 1t was to go
down to Jlm's house and yell at him, and
to Jake's, and then wander down tho lane
II perchance one might persuade Aunt
Mile to reconsider her resolution never
to cook another breakfast for white
folks" Besides, the COW might go I'M
MIXED and likely as not SO I'D jumped
the lot fence, strayei into Neighbor Jones's
roasting-ear patch and he had taken her
up" to surrender her only on receipt Of a
dollar.
True, there were days when on could
see the first long golden lance of light,
and good gracious! they were hot morn
ings. 1t was difficult to listen to the
ravishing notes Of the mocking-bird and
thrush; the note of the crow interfered
with the harmony in the watermelon patch
close bY.
To be sure, there is much Joy on the
farm; but not much poetry. What our
Georgia friend sings is true sometimes,
but the cold and the hot and the stormy
days are in the majority-just as they
are in the banking. house, the lawyers
office and In all other places.-Charleston
News and Courier.