Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1916-09-26
CITY FARMERS TRY
THEIR KNOWLEDGE
News Hounds and Writers View
Horse Show and Chicken
Race on Farm,
HOSTESS IS MISS MAGEE
BY A. r. GROH,

two about the farm Which is natu.
raj, for do we not live in a city that
draws its wealth from vast and fer
tile agricultural empire" as the boos-
ter ltrachoor says?
Our agricultural wisdom was am
ply demonstrated Sunday, when a
number of Omaha newspaper people
were guests at Summer Hill farm.
The hostess was Miss Edith Field
Magee, aged 3 months, and the finest
baby ever born on\this or any other
planet.
Miss Magee was assisted by her
parents, Mr.. and Mrs. Wayland Ma
gee, and her grandparents, Mr.. and
Mrs, Joseph Thomas.
The farm implement examination
started right after the thirty-tive
guests had arrived. Arranged in a
great circle in the barnyard were
thirty-one different farm implements,
and everybody was provided with a
card and pencil and invited to name
'em.
Name All But One.
The prize winner got them all right
but one, and the second prize winner
all but two! How's that? OF course,
there were few slight errors, such
as naming the grindstone spinning
wheel and the beehive a berry
crate" and the seed tester an ''ircu-
bator," But these are mere triflcs,
not worthy of notice.
But look! Who are these three
gentlemen who come from the bunk
house wearing high silk hats and car
rying long whips. As we live, they
are our old friends, Miles Greenleaf,
J. {. Macarthur and Charlie" Thorn
as. And they are thus arraked be-
cause they are going TO be judges in
the horse show. They take their
places on the Judges stand"
Now the barn door slides open and
out comes a "sulky" Zone of those
two-wheeled things, you know
drawn by an honest farm nag and
driven by Miss Margaret McShane,
The horses front legs are modestly
clad in blue overalls.
Regular Horse Show.
To describe the laughter is quite
beyond the powers of our weak type
writer. Two more "sulkeys" ap-
peared drawn by similarly-clad horses
and driven by Miss Mary Duffy and
Mrs, Martin Harris.
Slowly, in regular horse show style,
they drive thrice around the track and
then stop their steeds skillfully be-
fore the stand of the august judges,
where the ribbons are awarded amid
great applause.
The next event on the program was
chicken race. Not a chicken" race,
but a chicken race. Miss Eva Ma
honey, Miss Ella Fleischmann and
Mrs. Roland Jones were the drivers.
The feathered racers didn't enter at
all into the spirit of the event, re-
fusing even to keep to the track, so
that eventually the fair contestants
picked up the birds and ran to the
finish. Great excitement
Milk the Cows.
Three men now appeared clad in
suits of spotless white and bearing tin
pals. They were soon identified as
Lester Heyn, Roland Jones and Mar
tin Harris, and it was announced that
they were going to milk the cows.
But this promise was never fulfilled,
for the three cows in the corral re-
spectfully but firmly declined to be
MIXED by amateurs, though the milk
ers threatened, cajoled, entreated and
murmured soft 80, bossies."
Then everybody went down, via
hayrack, to the hog yard and watched
the men feed the pigs, and Mr.. Magee
showed them over some other parts
OF the l,600-acre ranch.
Dinner followed close upon this,
most novel and charming dinner. The
room was decorated with cornstalks
and lighted by Japanese lanterns and
candles, and candles in pumpkins.
The tables were decorated with au-
tumn leaves and pumpkins.
1t was chicken dinner. 'Nuf sed.
Again the powers OF our weak type
writer fail at description. The feast
of chicken mingled with the flow of
soul To record the bright things
said would require at least seven COL
umns. (Of course, they were news
paper people, so one would expect
that. would not oneO
The little hostess had to leave for
Sunderland before the dinner, but it