“Great Scott! is this the farmer of to-day? I haven’t heard any of them say ‘B’ gosh, I’ll jest swan to Guiney,’ and none of them looks like the jay pictures.”
“Won’t you stay for supper and drive over to the Chautauqua meeting afterward?”
“No, thank you; I’m going back to town.”
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CITY FELLER THAT WENT OUT IN THE CORN BELT AND CRITICISED THE HOT SPELL
Farmers (inspecting corn crop)—“Well, boys, things look mighty blue for a good corn crop unless we get some good, sweltering hot weather pretty soon. The corn looks mighty skimpy. Just look at them ears—they ought to lop over instead of standin’ straight up.”
“Hooray! That’s the stuff, Mr. Sun. You can’t make it too hot for us. Just listen to the corn grow.”