Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1921-09-01
HENRY AND EDSELL RUIN FARMING;
TRACTOR TAKES OUT ALL THE SPORT
90 % -o- 90 % % 90
CUTS WORKDAY TO FOURTEEN HOURS

over in the lot. My mind harked
back to the time when l used to
milk sixteen of them night and
morning. | looked all over the lot
trying 20 find some frost on the
ground but | couldn't. with the
weather registering 80 IN the
shade Just for old times sake J
wanted to take off my shoes anc
stockings and make a COW get up
so | could warm my feet where
she had been lying, as l used to d.
every morning about the last o
September, back in good old Iowa
forty years, or less, ago.
My back ached out at the pump
at the thought of those siXteer
pairs OF appealing eyes which USE
to look at me across the waterin!
trough, in those good old day
when We had windmills-but tn,
wind never blew. But yesterda,
Henry and Edsell fell to" anC
pumped all the water in a few
minutes. Except for a little puff
ing and suffering, saw no bat
results.
This thing OF hitching an tractor
on an ensilage cutter and blowing
chopped sorghum stocks over the
TOP into a silo made no appeal tc
me. l don't see what has become
Of the imaginations of Henry and
Edsell. Now that | don't have II
to do any more, l am for the good
old way Of cutting corn and shock
ing it in the field. Fergusons fin
gers never had chance to get colo
a single time yesterday, as mint
used to do when | tore down The
shocks in November to husk the
golden" ears. He never had a
chance yesterday to get any snow
up his sleeves either.
It's no good. Next winter he'll
merely pitch some ensilage unro-
manticaly into the managers of
pampered cows. The right way is
to haul corn stalks over frozen
fields in 40-mile-an -houi
"northwester" and dump them off
for humped-up cows huddled on
the south side of the barn.
There wasn't a horse in sigh
yesterday. That is a heck" of 9
way to farm. Pulling loads arounf
with a Fordson isn't farming-it'.
just playing that you farm.
Then the blowing! A man jus
sits up there and rides all day. /
must be dreadfully tiresome. n,
chance to walk twenty miles in tel
hours with the cool. moist cart
squeezing up between the toes
These fellows just sit there and hol'
on to a wheel while the "shebang
pulls a couple of plows. Why, tn
first thing anyone knows a ma
won't have to wear hickory shir
and blue overalls to be a farmer
The Fords are trying to ruin the
business.
One Of these days these tractor
fellows will have all the farmers
in the country idling around tw
or three of their waking hours
reading newspapers and magazine
and butting into the business OF
the politicians. It's scandalous!
Ford seems bound to deprive the
women on the farm Of the priv
lege of running the churn and the
washing machine and of other
forms Of farm diversions and
amusements.
If the romance Of my bovhood
days on the farm disappears
around albuquerque, it's Quickel's
fault. He's the fellow who Is try
ing to make the farmers lazy Sv
cutting their hours down to ten or
twelve a day.
When there Is no four-thirty
alarm clock; no horses to feed and
curry and hitch up--and love; no
wagons stuck in a rut--no roots In
the furrow upon which to stub a
bare toe; no water to pump for the
stock on a still, hot night-when
these things are gone. what will
the farmers do to kill time?
Ford Is bound to spoil every
thing,