Norwich bulletin., 1911-08-26

dDfe TO use IL, II 5 50 lfilIfid lui {. Il .
shame to break ears till they get
fit to eat
Mrs. c.. Have You any more OF
that same corn you've been carrying?
It's simply dee-licious: we never had
any so sw eet and tender. | want some
more of the same, just as long as you
have it
Mr.. D., (who couldn't trust Ills
housekeeper fifty to express his senti-s
ments) Say, Mr.. Farmer. that corr
of yours is rotten. TaInt tit Tor
hogs. Haven't you got or aren't
you ever going to have any that's food
enough to eat?'
Mrs. E Those big ears you've
been bringing are wonderfully sweet
What kind are they? Can't you save
me some seed so l can plant it in my
own garden. next spring, and not have
to buy it,"
Mrs E IF you can pick me out
some small ears. I'll try it once more
But | don't want great clubs, big
enough for gate-posts."
And all the corn had come out of
the same basket, picked on the same
patch.
Mrs. G. What makes potatoes SO
high? Why, we shall have to stop
eating them. Drouth? Well. why.
don't YOU farmers put in irrigation
plants and water Your crops? They
do it out west, where my sister-in-
Mrs. H Fifty cents a peck for
potatoes. Why. my husband knows
where he can buy them for a dollar
a bushel. You must be gettin' rich.
What's that you say? You'd rather
sell 'em at twenty five cents and have
you have less than a quarted of a
crop? Well. why didn't you plart
more landr Then you'd have had more
potatoes. wouldn't you?"
Mrs. k Whats cabbages worth?
Eight cents head? Why, we bought
for SIS hundred. That's five cents
apiece ant it? Nd they was big
ones. too. twice as big'a these littla
runts.">
Mrs. L Got any tomatoese Oh.
mercy. l can't pay twenty-five cents
yesterday of peddler from the city
for only twenty-five cents. Were they
good? Well. moo, they We're tough
and tasteless: must a-been picked
green, | guess. / was hoping you'd
have some we could buy that were
good But L can't pay twenty five
cents, Give You fifty cents for three
baskets. No? Then 1 guess 1 won't
take any"
Mrs. N Got any more of those
lima beans? Those last were just bee
youthful. l want a peck this time
~ -NO, 4 uOl want any InOEe
of your Limas. They're green yet
amt fit for human food. You ought
to have to pay the doctors bills when
people get sick on such unwholeson,o
stuff.
And so it goes! Fifteen miles of
customers,-and no two agreeing
about anything. Each one wants some
thing different in character or quail
ty or shape or looks. Some want yell
low sweet corn because it is so
sweet: some won't touch it. Some
der: some fairly shrink from the
mere sight of it. Some want big
white ears and some want little white
ears: some want it SO young tina. il
has to be scraped from the cob with a
spoon, and some so hard that it might
almost be ground into meal. Each one
is absolutely sure that his or her taste
is the measure by which all other
tastes should be eallipered. What
each one likes is good: it is no.
conceivable that any one else can
possibly find anything else good
OF course, when one has learned a
particular customers tastes it is a
! mere exercise of memory to cater to
them,-till they change. They do this,
sometimes, very suddenly and quite
arbitrarily. Some years ago one Gus
toner was seriously put out because 1
had no yellow tomatoes. oh they're
50 much richer than the red ones, -
Next season put in a few yellow
plants on purpose to suit this custom
er But | never sold one at that house.
The red ones look so much prettier
in the salad" was the comment when l
offered the big, smooth, golden fruit
] used to worry over the criticisms
freely passed me on my various gard
en- truck / used to get indignant.
sometimes, over the whimSicality of
some of the demands on me,-such as
for celery in July, for new potatoes III
May. for cucumbers before the vines
had started to run, for caulifowers m
June and green peas in November.
for all sorts of things at all sorts of
seasons,-provided only that they were
out of season. But I'm getting so
now, I notice such matters little mora
than 2 duck notices a dewfalI IT
takes all sorts to make up the world.
Mr. A is one sort and Mrs. B is anoth-
er sort, and Mrs. John Farmer is a
still different sort. No doubt my
whims seem as capricious and my de-
faults as inexcusable to them as theirs
ever did to me.
It's easy and natural for many of
to find life only a treadmill: there S
more fun in trying to turn it into
Sometnlng ike a merry gO-'round y
In any case we're pretty firmly attach
ed, and are enforced to see the wheels
go wound as Bulge felicitiously
phrased it. Better always make the
best of a had job Thereby we NAV,
sometime or somehow. perhaps. turn
out fairly good job.-now and then
THE FARMER.
Admission of Wealth.
Senator Kenyon's declaration tina i
s'the rich are crazy comes perilously
near to being a confession that Sena-
tor Kenyon is man of opulence.-
Kansas City Journal.
Fall of Mississippi