Mt. Pleasant Pyramid | 1945-08-17 | Page 3 | Even Then the Farmer's Wife was Nameless

i Even Then the Farmer's Wife Was Nameless Having accumulated a tidy little lest-egg, the old farmer went to a awyer and said he would like to nake a will. "I'll leave all my money, house ind stock to my good wife," he laid, "so just you write it out plain tor me." "Certainly," said the lawyer. 'What is your wife's name?" After thinking for some minutes he farmer had to admit he wuldn't remember it. "Well, go to the door and shout ipstairs as if you were calling her lown," suggested the lawyer. Hobbling to the door, the farm-ir farm-ir opened it and roared up the tairs : "Missus I Missus 1 Missus I"