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Show lh. Tbnuber'a Anhg. Ab, tbeMi Are gay times np In the country, fortlie song of the thraahcr will oon lo hrtl In the big farmyard ai1 the women folk will bo Tumi preeaeed In deed to make pie Mi 1 doogbuuta t uough to eatify thow hungry men Thrashing time U always welconie on thifann where I iiAvubrvu. It teems llko a touch of winter gayrty lnJcctM Into tho ml tat of amumtr Of conmi I am talking now of the thrashing of w In tcr wheat Tho big thrakhlng in-ichlue gurs from farm to farm and the men l-oard around, take turns In heljilng out one another, And ajark tho girl u Uh zeal mingled with discretion Thrahliig, the farnitr'a wlfo tells me, Is the hungriest work there la, and you woull thlukaolf you conll tee thoae fellows eat A crotk of doughnuts melts away Ilka tmtter lirfore a roaring llns and as for nl, potatottaor pauenkea, you hare to hcatle tokeepupwlth them. New York Herald. |