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Show II Shears and I Sawbuck Way. H Shears and Sawbuck kept n storo 1, Such as never was before. Hr To city folks tbey wouldn't sell, H Wouldn't let 'cm Lave a smell. H Fetched their money but by jlng, H Couldn't buy a blessed thing; Hjl Couldn't meet 'm face to face An' then sell 'em with good grace. H Country trado was what tlicy sought, Hj- Folks who'd pay for wbat they bought ' 'Foro thoy saw It, hide or tall, H They sent catalogues by mall I . Out to ev'ry blessed ouo It Grftlo' mall at Possum Run. I Wo set up at night an' read I ' When we'd ortcr been to bed I Book was 'bout as big as sin I) Had a lot of pictures In. I Had a list of merchandise, I Ev'ry kind and ev'ry alto I Olvlu' prices that thoy sworo l( Knocked out ov'ry country storo I Looked so straight an seemed so truo I ( I bit at it Jim did, too. I ( Jim's my neighbor 'cross (he way I Best man ever worked in hay, I Just let him top oil a stack I Bhcds rain like a turtlo's back. I ; Pleasure jist to see him work, I . Never knew ol' Jim to shirk; I Swings a scythe like it was play I Love to watch him In the hay. I; Well, we, like a pair of fools, j' Bent off got some hayln' tools. I ' Jim got harness and a plow, If la range I sco It now; I : Drat the thing, it was so light I Used it fora torch one night; ' ' Throw 'd t Iho darn thing in the yard ' Use it now for rcnderlu' lard. , 'Fore Jim used the plow an hour Found the blame thing wouldn't scour; J Tried his harness broko a tug j Sought for solace in his Jug 1 In the cooler all that night 1 Jim reflected on his plight; In the morning, Richard Stout, Hardware merchant, balled him out. Jim said after that lio'd stick Close as bark to good ol' Dick; Since ho left tho Possum Jail Hays ho won't buy goods by mall, Says Dloks's cheaper, any how-Might how-Might havo saved somu on tho plow, On the other goods some moro At lila ol' friends hnrdwaro storo. .llm says, "wc can't sell 110 truck To slch fo'ks as Shcars-Sawlmck, They'll take nil our rash away, Hut won't buy our corn or liny." That seemed purty strange to me So I told ol' Jim I'd see-So see-So I wrote to them them that night Jist to see if Jim was right. Ast 'em "what they'd pay for oats? Could thoy use some likely shoats? Had about four tons of hay I could ship 'cm right away. Could I furnish .Mr. Shears With his family roastlu' ears? Also would my friend Sawbuck Buy some of my gnrden truck?" Answer came 0110 summer day, Said they "couldn't use our hay, Couldn't uso our oats or shouts, Didn't like our billy gonts. When they needed truck to eat Bought It down on Water Street Snrry. but they must rcfuso Anything but cash to use." I sat down and wrote 'em then: "Hate to trouble you agalu, But I want to thank you, sirs, For your bunch of code burs. If you love your feller man Do him, good sirs, when you can While our morchnts sweetly sleep Shears and Sawbuck shear your sheep. |