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Show COMING TO THE POINT. Comment is often made on the curiosity of people in the agricultural districts, but it is only right and proper that an honest farmer who is addressed by a perfect stranger should weigh the subject well before giving away valuable information. The other day a Detroiter who was engineering a horse and buggy over a muddy highway in the western part of this county met a farmer and called out. "Do you folks fly when you go to town?" The farmer put down the rail he was lifting up, took a chew of "shorts," and, advancing nearer, he calmly inquired: "Want to sell that hoss?" "No." "Want to buy a mate to him?" "No." "Want to trade that buggy for a wagon?" "No." "Buying butter to ship?" "No." "Speculating in ‘taters any?" "No." "Anything new in Detroit?" "Haven't heard of anything." "Traveled very far to-day?" "About twelve miles." "Going to the city to-night?" "Yes, if I can get there. Now, then, do you folks out here along the line of this infernal river of mud fly when you go to town?" The man looked all around, heaved a sigh, and broke off a twig to pick his teeth before answering: "Stranger, what kind of a flying machine are you peddling, and what's your very lowest figures for cash?"-Detroit Free Press. |