Show THE FARMER Kansas City Star The farmer Is a n man of wit Theres simply no denying It ItHe ItHe itHe He leads a life of ot pampered ease And Ana is as happy aa M you OU please At nine hes ready really for tor His morning rolls and cafe noir nail And when the tile gourmet thus Is fed His valet helps him out of bed From ten to one ho he reads the news The market tips and trade reviews To corn and wheat his heed he gives For by these the farmer lives So having havin figured for tor the day Which way the market he will play pIa His batch of dally daily bread is made By B dealings on the th board of trade His dally daily labors being through The farmer takes his lunch at two Then donning riding garb hell call His favorite motor from the stall He rides about to view his farm farmAnd farmAnd arm armAnd And feel the restful charm His wife with paints and sketching pad p d dAnd And all the trinkets of her fad Her easel sets beneath a tree And paints the view from two to three At six siz they dine In state stat The farming fanning life Is simply great The products of the earth and air all allAre Are on the table groaning there Sweet milk Is always at their hand Bought by the case all neatly canned The trolley trelley line that rattles down It brings them butter fresh from town And eggs and luscious chicken fries The best the mart supplies Green truck and fruit all crisp and nice Just taken from cold storage Ice And luscious ham 0 O my I IThe The but best the packers can supply No wonder life upon the farm Has always held so rare a charm chari The cry of Rube Rubel which shout Is only envy inside out |