The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-02-21

My old friend Mosely. in addition to being "a hell of Meth odfst" was . mighty good turnip raiser.- My other good friend Lowe, was ., Hardshefl Bspttst. Lowe, passing Mosely's house and seeing the turnip patch fen into tender remembranoe of the tooth soneness of bacon and ygrssns," and determined to have some of them turnips." if he had to lay his "hard- shelr' in the bottom of the wagon and steal 'em. Ha v .z As honesty is the best policy aud q tenet of the Hardships. Lowe called Mosely out and in forma pauperis re- quested loan of mess of them fine l greens" fH f18aN s % i
 Mosely was more than glad to confer such favor on the wayfsrinB man and went with him to the patch" to see that the good many didn't take too many. As Lowe pulled. Mosely talked.
 Said MoseIy, we have q Grange near here and we talk about making all such things as these--a living at home, cotton surplus crop.
 'Tt'speck It's a good thing" Good thine. Why it's the next
 "Waal. eff 1t aint no bettern this goldarned Methodist Church 1t ain'f ] much" s1 8ptr
 The good steward. in relating this incident to me, said 1t was fearful l tax on his religion ana he never had the same relish for turnips afterwards. I inquired what became of the Hard l shell.
 "oh. he lives down in the piney l woods, the spared monument of my l amazing forbearauce. would have beat the devil cut of him but he looked too big and atfong.s 4 | Getting back. want to impress up. on the casual reader that the Farmers Union. hasn't the lighting mettle of the Alliance or there.d be "something do- ing all along the line."
 The farmer, like thelox. 'knoweth his .staif." and, like the lass, he know l eth "hfs masters crib" and with all this double knowledge of stall and crib he is satisfied and doesn't care a cent about improving his mind any further l in the many costly high schools estab- lished by our present able adminIstra. ton at the various county, sites and other places of Ike beiiEhtedness h our glorious and Srievously governed pieases" and only the farmer man is vile-and trod upon!
 The Farmer 1fam.
 The farmer is a good man---in his place--if he'll only keep out of politics He is burden bearer and a general philanthropist, without knowing 1t, fof I have heard or read that he not only clothes but "he feedeth all" He is . patient man that accepts with unso- phisticated credu1ity the weights and measures of honest merchants. He puts up with all the indignities meas- ured to him by a wicked and aduIter- | ous generation"
 Il But there are times when even a Il pious forbearance ceases to be vir- I tue.
 The other day. in passing ware house where the odoriferous plant food is stored, I was astounded and horri- 1 fled to read on the sacks: Farmers 1 Bone"
 l Think of that! I know we are call ed the bone and sinew of the country "A bold yeomanry.. the country's pride, Which once destroyed can never be
 supplied"
 And all that. but the building up the l soil with our bohes' is too gruesome for pleasant contemplation. 0-'
 Patience is stale and I'm weary of 1 it," and our next County Unions'is go- ing to send up such & protest to our | Commissioner of Agriculture that VIII | put an end to thIs cannibaltsm of the fertilizer companies. Brother Wilkinson must do some- thing to simmortalize himself. like Koih 1 and Brother Adams did when they. each. held the agricultural portfolio. 1 Kolb, you know, in Q circular, taught l us when to kill meat--on the increase of the moon, 50 thatSit wont shrink
 Brother Adams gained agricultural distinction by telling us, In boiling | peas to put in good sized piece of bacon. He learned 1t accidentally at one of his preaching appointments from l a progressive sister, who had sent of and got cook book. He said that when pease are ''biled" with meat 1t begulles them of their wicked incline tion to stir up "heart burn" and beRet collie. He regretted that, hit or miss, the collie will sometimes como and then, he knew of nothing better than Smiley's Relief--which he never failed himself, to take along.- Il Brother Wilkinson can simmortalIxe himself by taking up our Righteous fight against this fearful, terrible out rage upon us--when we: can't help our selves. sA ]
 Maybe. though, we are only nilins our destiny and at last, adding an6th- CT accomplishment and getting to our place"
 There Is an eternal ntness of thing. in getting to otone's place.
 when l was a small boy and known as the best hoy 'in all the country round," went to wedding on ",toth. CT side of the creek" A boy about my size .inUeigled me Into the adventure for neither of us had ''cardY except from Jimmie, the hopefulSt2ad of the marrying family. He was a good boy and, 1t turned out he had more accom-. plishments than Carter had oats. that kept him in constant quest of fhis mother who seemed to regard the arrt. val of his friends (Joe and D as an undesirable acquisition and remarked 'Tu keep an eye on you'uns. for hatnt never hearn no good of you no. how" The Wedding Guests.,
 The ceremony was to be at s'early candle lighting" Joe and; Jimmie anS were amusing ourselves in, the spa, cious front yard-the old gentleman o the house being lover of magnificen distances and having an insurmount able objection to splitting rails hat never enclosed his palatial resIdenc, with a fence. IE When all was ready in the larR front room, which answered for sleep
 ing room, parlor and kitchen, the oi
 lady came to the door aud spealxin, mildly said:
 Jimmie. git to oiyour place"
 Jimmie hied away to the wood piIt
 got fiat" piece of lightYood Iighte
 1t and became the torch bearer for tn
 Justice of the Peace, who, in h
 language of the law, as far as h
 could spell 1t out" pronounced tn