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Show The Middlemen. A farmer raised a peck of wheat beside the River Dee ; a boarder ate a wheated loaf 'way down In Tennessee Ten-nessee ; the loaf the boarder fed upon cost half as much and more as did the farmer's peck of wheat a month or so before. "Now, why is this," the boarder board-er raved, "they hold me up on bread?" "And why is wheat so bloomin' cheap?" the plodding farmer said. A chap beyond the Rocky ridge raised 20 pounds of limes ; another one in old New York was kicking on the times, for he had downed a glass of "ade," and, poor forlorn galoot, had paid one-half the market price of 20 pounds of fruit. "Now, why. Is this, they soak me thus for this wee sip of 'ade'?" "And why," exclaimed the orchard man, "am I so poorly paid." Now hold your horses steady there, you man beside the Dee ; go easy there, you hungry chap In sunny Tennessee Ten-nessee ; restrain yourself, you orchard man, forbear this angry talk, and you beside the soda fount in Little Old Noo Yawk, remember this : Our food and drink, nomatter where and when, must also be the food and drink of thirty middlemen. Utica Globe. |