Norwich bulletin., 1913-05-17
THERE'S FUN IN FARMING IF YOU CAN
 FIND IT

(Written Specially for The Bulletin)
 l was listIessly looking over the col umns of farm paper. the other day. when the odd capitalization of the following sentence took my eye:-
 There Fun in Farming. but II adds to the Fun when There is Little Money in it, Too
 Huh! Another Solomon escaped from the Tall Timber. thinks l to myself.
 And I repeated to myself the old quotation. Thou sayest an undisput- ed thing in such a solemn way" But after all. one couldn't call it "a solemn way" IL is rather d ttippant not to say perky way. For which very req son it may attract somebody else's at tention, just as it attracted mine.
 There IS Fun in Farming,"- you'n only see il and roll in the grass with it.
 It isn't the sort of fun which Bobby Burns had in mind when he wrote that Folly has Raptures to Give No: ] don't think that the working of New England spring is calculated to cause ''raptures."
 But l mind me of the time. several. years ago. when l was passing the local blacksmith shop. 4 tousled head stuck out of the loft window and a very dirty hand and arm beckOned
 
 grlmy attic, whose floor had never seen broom, W hose walls were feS- toOned with the webs of countless generations of spiders, on his knees working away at a complicated look ing piece of machinery, was my neigh Dor Gudden, the eX-city man, eX- banker. ex-soCiety leader.
 'I want you to see my new corn planter" he said. WhereupOn he selZ- cd a wrench. stuck another bolt into his teeth, and dived back into the tangle of wheels and rods and things.
 have told you that his hair was tOusled and his hands dirty Also he had on a pair of scandalOusly torn ovcralls, variOusiy mottied with patch es of black paint and green paint and plain oil dirt Also. there was smear of something smudgy across one cheek. Also, his shoes had lost all sense of shinIness and there were lines of dried mud in the CreaSes. Also he was without coat or vest and one suspender was pinned on with a horseshoe nail, where the button had been pulled off
 Say" he ejaculated, I'm having the time of my lifel" It seemed that the corn planter was new kind, with several novel devices It had come to him. knocked down" The rural blacksmith had put it together for him, but. somehow, it wouldn't work when tried out in the field Being called on to straighten out the tangle, the said smith had announced, in desperation. that there want no head ner tail to the dunn thing, nohow,' and he'd be everlastingly jiggered if he could do anything with it. WhereupOn Mir. ex-Banker, eX-EXquisite had un- screwed and unbOlted everything and started out, de nOyO, as the lawyers say, to put it together right.
 
 He had studied directions, and he had carefully compared pieces. He had looked at the picture Of the as sembed tool till he could have re- drawn it with photographic eXacti- tude. At last he had caught the trou- hurried marker at the factory had daubed ''A649X'' on stray rod which ought to have been marked "A946X'. As soon as this trifing typographical error had been wooded out everything simplified. Pieces dovetailed together as they were meant to: the rest was nothing but putting in screws and turning on nuts. I've ben at the thing for five hours" spluttered Glidden from his back un- der the seat where he was tightening up a bolt nd I could put another one together in fifteen minutes. now I've found out the trick" Five hours, eh?'' said I, knowing that it was then about three o'clock; haven't you mad any dinner? D dinner" blurted out the amateur machinist- farmer; I've been having too much fun with this thing to think of dinner"
 There you have it. Did you ever see a small boy who had finally done the famous ring trIck?" Did you ever see a chess player who had at