The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1913-11-29
Runchinq Grace's Flax.

j. J. SOmerS, the und1ScOVered
poet. who is visiting in Minot, was at
Ambrose recently and during n OF
his weaker moments agreed to assist
his old friend, Chas. Grace, with his
flax harvest. Jim describes his ex-
p~erience in the following lines:
AS honest work is no disgrace,
I took a job from Charlie Grace,
So I'll relate the facts;
Six hundred acres, more or less
I'd call it more if I should guess.
While punching Grace's flax.
CHORUS:
Each night I felt so gosh darn tired
I wondered why the deuce L hired
To chase the binder tracks:
Walk, walk, walk. that's all I do
I'll challenge Weston when I'm
through
With punching Grace's fax.
I often felt like saying darn,
Sleeping in a ventilated barn,
Cold wind blew through the cracks;
With Russian thistles in my feet,
I wished Charlie had soWn more wheat
While punching Grace's fax.
On Sunday when I planned to rest,
Said Grace to me, wei walk out
west
And hunt for. chicks and jacks"
Although I am a fiend for game,
I'd rather rest when sore and lame,
For punching Grace's fax.
/ have no time to say a prayer,
To write or shave or comb my hair,
No time for such knickknacks;
My best girl says if l don't write.
With some one else she will unite,
While I am punching Grace's flax.
No time to read the daily news,
I have worn out two pairs Of shoes,
My patent tans and blacks;
All my clothes are dirty now,
And I must wash them out somehow,
While punching Grace's fax.
AS I might mention in my song,
His farm is only three miles long,
That distance would relax
MY stiffened muscles morn and night,
And sharpen up my appetite
While punching Grace'S fax.
But thank the Lord. I see the end,
I'll soon depart from my old friend,
And no more I'll o~vertaX,
The shanks that carry my old. frame
And won for me much praise and fame
For punching Groce's flax.
How Grace Got Revenge.
(Reply to J.. j. Somers by Chas T.
Grace.)
J. J.. Somers is a Poet, you bet your
life I know it,
And many other things I know he is
as we'll.
For when he goes a threshing, a hash
ing, or a MASKING,
to hell.
Now Jim is quite perspective, I'll
also say receptive,
Especially so when cleaning up the
kale, 49,
For he says you farmers know, it's
liable soon to snow,
And I need the dough to keep me out
Of Jail.
Now Jim he peddles books, and he
sells them on his looks
And together wears at Roosevelt hat
and smile,
And when it comes to lying, without
even half a trying,
He's got Munchausen beat, I tell you
just a mile. u. .-..
Jim one time had a farm, and to him
it as charm,
Until one year the rop refused to
grow. ..'. r. r.
Then Jim says to himself, to hell with
all this pelf, as. ~,
I'll clean up and show these farmers
how to blow.
So a rattle he did make, and the dice
they all did shake,
With wine and music, and turkey on
the. farm. - , r.,e ~ ii
But when it come to pass, that Jim
had won, alas,
There was something in the air be-
sides alarm.
Now Jim says, look here boys, with all
your woes and joys,
L came here, and l farmed this with
a hoe,
And with all your highfalutin, you can
bet your life a ~tootin'':
You'll never make me just a common
30.
The old lady. from the country and
her small son We're driving to town
when a huge automobile bore down
upon them. The horse was badly
frightened and began to prance,
and waved wildly TO the chauffeur
screaming at the top of her voice.
The chauffeur stopped the car and
offered tt help get, the horse past.
That's all right" said the boy, who
remained ~composedly in the carriage,
81 can manage the horse. You just
lead mother past
The Club Reporter.
Life: The club reporter saw a
hearsefstart away from a house at the
head of, a funeral procession.
Who's dead?" he inquired of the
corner grocer, who was standing near