Jasper County Democrat, Volume 7, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 December 1904 — THE SELLING OF THE CORN. [ARTICLE]

THE SELLING OF THE CORN.

’Ti» thirty-seven and thirty-eight, But aeldom forty, do they state; And sometimes they say but is what they pay for corn that's mixed. Sometimes it reaches thirty-nine. But 'twill be more tban that In Its own good time. Some think the corn crop’s short this year— But that’s a report we often hear; Some people think the priee may raise, But It depends on whom it laya, What it will be aoon nobody knows, And that is just way it goes. When it goes up the forty line, Just sell your corn about that time. It will not go up so very highA little raise causes many a sigh. And if it does reach forty-three. To sell at that would it suit ye? Then folks that sold at thirty-eight. Will sit a-thinking o'er that low rate. To sell my corn I would be slow, But there is no telling which way it may go, And neither would I be too long, Or you may find you’re iu the wrong. And when you sell, don’t sell too cheap, And you will not lose any sleep. And 'tls not best to wait and wait, Or you might make a great mistake. There's people who wont look at the right In corn or oats nor wheat not rice, But wait and wait and feed the mice; And keep a wanting more and more. Than what is right from their crib door; And never can be satisfied With things that nature has supplied. Few years ago ’twas thirty-two— To see that now would it suit you? Some people think it’s best to ship. And then let here the best prices slip. Most people here are shelling, And that means, of course, there’s been some selling. Some people here they missed it small. And talked just like they missed it all. Because some folks got a little more, It made some other folks feel awful sore, And went and scolded to the buyer, And I’ll bet they thought he was a liar. But I don't think they much did lose, But ’tis an easy thing to get the blues, Because a truthful life he led, And held to what the contract said. We sold our corn at the right time— Don't you see how it does rhyme? And all the corn we had was white. And then, besides, a little light. Little rhymes like this I sometimes write. But l’ta not a-fooling For many a one like this I write. In the few years of my schooling. But I must stop and get to work, Or teacher will think I’m trying to shirk. —Written by a 13-year-old Jordan township schoolboy.