The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1916-09-14
H LIFE

Ever since the days of the Roman
classical poets, and goodness knows
how long before, it has been the pre-
scribed thing for the urban bards to
celebrate in artiicially correct and
wholly unspontaneous verses the
charms. of country life. lmmemorially
the city-bred man, veXed by cares and
responsibilities, is hidden to seek So
lace and diversion in bucolic scenes
where Mother Nature is supposed to
be forever ready with an ample lap to
receive the weary city-born and lull
him TO repose
1t is a great picture. We are not
poets but we believe absolutely and
unqualifiedly in the claim of the poet
asters that country life can make you
forget every town trouble Vol ever
had and drive it to a ~shadowy. back
ground.
We have tried this recipe of the
poets and we know just how many
doses of countrylife a man needs to
cure him of the idea that he ever had
anything bad happen to him in town.
The office man who has a place in
the country or who plays at running
a ranch to keep his mind fresh for his
work, his nerves toned up, and his
life one grand sweet song won't Be
able to tell you what it has meant to
him-probably because he is either
too unprofane Of speech or has already
been sent to an insane asylum.
When the town ~forsaking paw
ed streets for country lanes turns in
al his farm gate he forgets every care
lie left behind him. There's a reason.
He meets so many new and worse ones
that his brain couldn't accommodate
the pressure and hangs out the S.R.O.
sign till the city troubles beat it home
again.
For life-sized imitation of the mes
senger of evil tidings commend us to
the hired man who has spent from
seven in the morning until six at
night getting his collection of trag-
edies ready to display. And the vol
ume of his news. is equalled only by
the Joy with which he rolls it like a
choice morsel under his tongue.
You wouldn't think, unless you have
been one of these led-on, duped city
chaps that as many disasters could
take place in the space of ten hours.
Nothing like it happens in Europe or
on the stock exchange. You wouldn't
uppose that just because o had
your back on your ranch to
earn your living quietly land heaven
alone knows how comfortably at
O office desk your neighbours steers
would take a fancynte your oats; your
F~avorite sheep would stick her con-
sarned empty head under a board and |
hold it there until she choked; your
we'll go dry; your pig get wind of t
he fact that it's open season and d
AXE a nibble at a nice fat duck; your Ii
lay heat in the barn; your chickens O
into thin ar cldSpeu HrInly n
n the beak of a hawk; your best Sun
day-go-to-meeting gasoline engine f
.ough and sputter and stagger like al n
'eebIe old man in the throes of as Y
your COW develop latent
habits and push her way @
emily out of the frCnt gate, d' wn the {
Dad and six miles OIL in the ~endeavor B
G see wher that samoG; moon il To- I
ated that that other COW once jumped E
yer; your mower rip out a million b
just as the man turns into \
ne field; your binder Grapcrnte shrink 5
ond belief beraHsc Jupiter Pluyius 0
ncaked up Old ycr in the dark and Il
0aked it to you; your cook yamoose II
ecause there are % unmarried men H
OH a cook, wagon that she'd H
lther spend 20 ncnrs out of "a cater H
g to; and your devoted family turn V