Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 134, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 June 1913 — A Psalm of Farm Life. [ARTICLE]

A Psalm of Farm Life.

Tell me not in broken measures, Modern farming does not pay; For a farm produces chickens, And the hens—do they lay! Eggs are high and going higher And the price Is soaring fast;] Every time we get to market It is higher than the last In the broad and busy farmyard Struts a rooster now and then, But the shrewd, bewlskered farmer Only notices the hen. Trust no rooster, howe'er showy Be the feathers in his tall; Pay attention to the biddies, And your wealth will never fail. • Lives of farmers all remind us, We may roll in wealth some day— If we hustle to the market With the eggs the pullets lay.