"Higher! It's going to a dollar and a half," boasted the farmer. "I got twelve hundred bushels at home, and nobody gets it for a cent less than eighteen hundred dollars."
"You'd better see a doctor before you drive back," advised the elevator man, laughing.
Over in Kansas at one of the big collecting centers the telephone bell rang.
"What's cash wheat worth to-day?"
"Dollar-one."
"A dollar-one! I'll hold mine a while."
"Better take this price while you can get it," advised the shipper. "Big crop this year."
"A dollar and a half's the price," responded the farmer on the other end of the wire.
"Who is this?" asked the shipper.
"J. W. Harkness."