Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-10
A Happy Bridegroom,
A Happy Farmer
Yoo Most Envy Anybody, Here Is the Man Be Envied


liking your work.
young farmer the train coming into the city
his words and you will hear the story and the plans
Of really happy.
He had to talk to somebody
When get town. ought be there at fifteen
going to be married The young lady lives there.
II twenty three years old and she twentyone and
both like living farm.
1--WE been on this train since clock this morning
walked the Junction The shining when left the
house didn the neighbor what going
suppose they know when get bacand guess the
cowbels will ring tonight
do country Say wouldnt live anywhere
in the world.
Il woudn live anywhere except farm And wouldn't
have kind of except HOlstenand I'll have only
Guernseys better for butterat
but the calves hard to raise.
us farming good lfe7
Say, there isn't any other kind of life Why look all
these houses along this track Say, I'm homesck already
wouldn live in the middle of city you'd give $4,000
I had to live all my life there.
us work on the farm hard? No. you don't even know
you're working.
1--WE been working with my father all this time, and
I'm going start farm of my eighty acres thirteen
I'm keep increasing the And III
have nothing but pure-bre Hostens.
MY cousin has that has record-he does artificial
feeding She gives seventy pounds of milk day-you coudn
buy her for thousand dollars
And that has bull calf month two old. You
couldnt buy him for less than FIVE hundred dollars
Say if he heifer you coudn t buy him at ALL
lis milking hard work? Of it's hard work. but
it's the best work in the world.
How many a milk? Well twenty night and
ing good milking But the have twenty-five milk
the better I'll like II.
"wouldnt get rich if could sell the milk for
quartz Say I'd get rich woudn know what do with
money.
The country's the only place to live tell you don't
look natural in crowded place like this.
My father sold his farm and he moved in within quarter
Of mile of city Why its enough to ruin anybody How
big that city? About two thousand inhabitants.
Goodbye if you ever write to me- give your address
and I'll write back
The young farmer his long coat his gray cap his
face brown nut gray eyes and powerful handshke
pleasant thing look in world of tired struggling
nervous human beings
"A happy married farming life you said the reporter
"You bet " said the farmer, and was gone
The reporter will very glad have him
''write back
To those who live in the big cities say this
you to 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 to the city, the miserable nat the cobbe
stones the crowded cars the high prices the soul killing salary
life will turn longing eyes toward that farm with the HolSten
where the young farmer starts to work in the morning
hapast four and doesn he been working when he sud
denly finds it too dark to work longer.
He is happy man BECAUSE HE is AN INDEPENDENT
MAN The farm his the his the young calves the
chickens that creep out of their shells the potatoes growing
one field the wheat and the Aeds-ALL ARE
HIS
He That he md he
it grow.
He is to be enved And this will be infinitely hap
pier country when the millions upon millions of lying
divided into farms carefully cultivated each of those farms
managed by another young farmer and his bride.
The best of luck and happiness them and their farm and
their everything may
millions like them in United this century
shall have ended