Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-10
A Happy Bridegroom,
A Happy Farmer
If You Must Envy Anybody Here the Man to Be Envied

There was young farmer on the train coming city
words you will the story and the plans
Of really happy.
BE had to talk to somebody
when get town. ought be there at ten fifteen
am going be married The young lady lives there
Il twenty years old and twenty one, and
both like living farm.
1--we been this train since o'clock this morning
walked Junction shining when left the
house ddn the neghbors to know what going to
do But suppose they know when get backand guess the
cowbers win ring tonight
do like the country? Say wouldn live anywhere else
in the world.
II woudn live anywhere except farm And wouldn't
have any kind of except Hotensand I'll have only pure
bred Guernseys better for buterat
but the calves hard to raise
lis farming good life?
Say there isn't any other kind of life. Why look all
thsse houses along this track Say homesck already
woudn live in the middle of city you give $4,000
I had to live all my life there.
lis work the farm hard? No; you don't even know
you're working.
'1ve been working with my father all this time and
I'm going start farm of my eighty thirteen
'Ill keep increasing the And can I'll
have nothing but pure-bred Hosens.
feeding She gives seventy pounds of milk dayyou couldn't
buy her for thousand dollars
And that COW has bull calf a month two old You
couldnt buy him for less than five hundred dollars
Say if he heifer you couldn't buy him at all
lis milking hard work? OF it's hard work.
It's the best work in the world,
How many can milk? Well twenty night and morn
ing good milking But the have twenty-five to milk
the better II like it.
Wouldn't get rich if could sell the milk for
quart? Say I'd get wouldn't what do with the
money
The countrys 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 it's enough ruin anybody How
big is that city? About two thousand inhabitants.
Goodbye if you write me- give your address
and I'll write back
The young farmer in his long brown coat his gray his
face brown nut clear gray and powerful handshake
pleasant thing to 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 him and 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 man tied to the city the miserable fat the cobbs
stones crowded the high prices the soulng salary
life will turn longing eyes toward that farm with the Holsten
where the young farmer starts to work in the morning at
half past four and doesn he's been working when he sud
denly finds it too dark to work longer.
He is happy BECAUSE HE is AN INDEPENDENT
MAN The farm his the his the young calves the
chickens that creep of their shells the potatoes growing
field the wheat and the in other feds-ALL ARE
HIS
He produces something What plants grows and he sees
it grow.
He to be envied And this will be infinitely hap
pier country when the millions upon millions of acres lying
divided into farms carefully cultivated each of those
managed by another young farmer and his bride
The best of luck and happiness them and their and
their and everything else their farm And may there be
millions like them in the United States before this century
shall have ended
feat neither the roo Of God upon