Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-10

words you the story and the plans
of a really happy
He had to talk to somebody.
when get ought to be there at ten fifteen
going to be married The young lady lives there.
am twenty three years she is wenty-one and
both like living on
I've been this train since o'clock this morning.
walked to shining when left the
neghbors to know what going to
suppose they get back-and guess the
cowbe1s win ring tonight
do like country? Say wouldn't live anywhere else
in the world
II wouldn live anywhere except farm And wouldn't
any kind of except Hosteins II have only
Guernseys better butterfa
but the calves hard to raise
rs farming good Ife7
Say there any kind of life. Why all
along this Say I'm homesck already.
middle a city if you give SIS 900
had to live all my life there
rs work on the farm hard9 No. you don't even know
you're working.
eve been working with my father all this time and
I'm going farm of my eighty thirteen
"In keep increasing the And I can I'll
have nothing but pure-bred Holsteins
MY cousin has a a record-he artificial
feeding She gives seventy pounds of milk dayyou couldn't
buy her thousand dollars
And that has bull calf month two old You
couldn't buy him for less than Ave hundred dollars
Say, if he hefer you couldn't buy him at all.
milking COWS it's hard work
it's the best work in the world.
How many can a mik7 Well twenty night and
ing good milking But the have twenty-five to milk
the better III like 1t.
Wouldn't get if could sell the milk for
quart? Say I'd get with the
money.
The cOunrys the only place i've I tell you it don't
look natural in a crowded place like this.
My father sold his farm and he moved in within quarter
mile of city Why it's enough to ruin anybody How
big is that city? About two thousand inhabitants.
Goodbye if you write to me, give your address
and I'll write back
young farmer in his long brown his gray cap his
face brown nut clear and powerful handhas
pleasant thing to look at in world of tired struggling,
human beings
"A happy married farming life you said the reporter
You bet, F" said the farmer, and was gone.
The reporter will write very glad him
write back
To those who live in the big cities say this:
If you envy anybody don't envy John D Rookie
Teller Lillian Russell Envy this young farmer He likes his
work and he HAS EVERYTHING HE WANTS IN THE
WORLD.
Many tied the CITY, the miserable fat the Cobbs
stones crowded the high prices the soullng salary
life will longing toward that farm with the Hostein
young farmer starts work the morning
half past four and doesn know he been working when he sud
denly finds it too dark to work longer.
He is a happy man BECAUSE HE is AN INDEPENDENT
farm his the his the young calves the
chickens creep of their Shells the potatoes growing
field the wheat and the other feldsALL ARE
HIS.
He produces something he plants grows and he
it grow.
be envied And this will be an infinitely hap
pier country the millions upon millions lying
carefully cultivated each of those farms
managed by another young farmer and his bride
The luck and happiness them and their farm and
and everything else their farm And there be
millions more United before this century
shall have ended
gendeh fsieh their
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