The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-12-06
LESS WOOL, LESS MEAT


The d,minution of the supply of American wool
and of sheep for food purposes Is clearly foreshad
owed in the following dispatch to the Philadelphia
Ledger
Los Angeles November S.-F. ]. Hagenbarth
president Of the National Wool Growers Association
and one CT the largest sheep ranchers in America
announced today that ewould get out of the wool
business as a result Of the new tariff
His 100000 head of sheep he intends to sell
immed lately at a sacrifice If necessary. rather than
continue IL business (which can only be conduct
ed at loss thanks to the political toadying Of
President Wilson and his Secretary of State w. j.
Bryan" he puts 1t.
"The wool producing industry in the United
States" said Mr.. Hsgenbarh, will henceforth be
farce. I have been in the business since 1872,
and have a ranch on the Idaho Mountain line OF
more than 5000 II any one could make
money out of wosl with this new tariff in effect
could. I understand positively every phase and
vagary Of the game. But 1t is impossible.
mo American wool grower can compete with
the Australians and South Africans. Here we have
to contend with higher cost of hep"
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THE FARMER
Says old man Haskins, with frown,
That there amt much in movn' to town,
And crowd,n' into four fiat
Where there amt huff to hang yer hat.
Where eggs cost about a nickel apiece.
And butter is about like axle grease.
We gotta admit there is lot OF charm
In Twin right out on the good old farm.
When the wife and the children want to go
And see a good movin picture show,
When they're shown a pertickler fancy reel
I kin &c. 'em there quick in the oatmobile.
The town folks amt got nuhin' us,
In spite OF all their feathers and fuss.
We got good pumbin' all through our place,
And fine washstands fer your hands and face.
bathtub too, fill right quick,
And we don't have to go jump in the crck,
So fur as the days news is concerned,
There's burned few things that have not learned.
About sudden one, two, three,
Fer we've got party phone you see,
And never are late ngettin our mails.
For the rural delivery, it fails. ~
We do all the things the city folks do
Our children go to the colleges. too,
And there is not burned tangled ide ~
That do not grab quick kin be-
We've got all the latest in machines
We git all the high toned magazines
We've go thoughts In old think tanks,
And quite lof of dough in the city banks.
When it comes to eats, why, have to laf,
We have got them all skinned by a mile and half
For TUBES" you longer put us down,
"Rubes" nowadays are all Twin in town.
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IT'S HIGH TIME YOU WERE HAME
There is naethng ine ken, ~
To squeeze a lass in some wee glen o.
Or ct a garden gate;
But aye when fun is at its best
1t surely seems shame
She'll sgh--this maid whom you've caressed- g.
It's high time you were hame.
To gang an ask father stern
Fir his pet dochter's haun,
BY grim experience you will learn
Ts hard-and understand,
He will speir ABBOTT your bank account,
But II you feen' tame
When you've to tell the full amount,
It is high time you were hsme.
It's grand to sit in silent pew.
To hear the pastor pray,
And sermonize what to do,
Or point the virtuous way;
But II he is Just prosy chiel, 1917
Whose speech is puir and lame,
You sumo begi nto CANT and feel
It Is high time you were hame.
And so when life's short day is spent.
And things grow staid and sere.
When banes stif and backs are bent,
And NIGHT is drawing near,
At cleaning stopped the game,
As mithers in morning years
Old Death shall whisper In
Its high time you were hame."