People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 September 1893 — DON’T LIKE THE CITY. [ARTICLE]

DON’T LIKE THE CITY.

Farmers Get Footsore and Weary and Lose Their Nerve. At certain hours of theda.y the groups around the judges’ stand in the live stock pavilion remind one ol scenes at a Kentucky sale of blooded stock. The farmers size up the sleek animals shown ip the ring, discuss their fine points and exchange critical opinions. They draw comparisons between the world’s fair exhibit and that last held by some state agricultural society whose meeting they attended, and discover features of excellence here which they never before witnessed. Then during a lull their conversation will run from horses and cattle to the price of a square meal at the fair, or the wearing effect on the nerves of the excitement incident to life in Chicago. It was «uch a time the other day that Farmer Ramsey, of Nebraska, stood in the midst of a group of choice agricultural spirits and said: “I never suffered from sore feet as I do now—not even in the middle of harvest. ” “Mebbe it’s’cause you walk ’round the fair ground on the gravel too much; ’tain’t this tanbark in the ring that does it,” said another. “Yes; I s’pose that's it,” returned Farmer Ramsey. “I ain’t used to gravel. I’d hire one o’ them blue-coated fellows to roll me ’round in a chair at four bits an hour if I had the money.” The reservation about the money caused everyone to laugh. They knew Farmer Ramsey to be worth «100,000. But he went on:

‘‘l’ve been here two weeks and bought several square meals, so I can’t afford no chairs, ’specially when I’ve got to stay two weeks longer and buy more meals.” Farmer Miller, of Minnesota, spoke up: ‘‘The tremendous crowds,” he said, ‘‘and the walking and sightseeing have done more than make my feet sore. They have knocked out my nervous system. I never saw such tremendous crowds. Life is too rapid for me in Chicago. I’ve been here several weeks and I know I could never stand it. It must be something fearful—the tension to which a Chicago business man is* kept strung up all the time. Since I’ve been here I found my nerves going to pieces so fast that I ran up to sha to get a little quiet and rest. ‘‘lt’s all right to come and seethe fair, but as for me I have no desire to stay here after seeing it. I want to go back to the country where people live easier and longer and die easier when their time comes.—Chicago Inter Ocean. When a visitor to the fair announce* that he did not see the Plaisance you may take it for granted that his wife Was with, him.

The Injustice of a Just Verdict.—A bung from a beer barrel blew out aud instantly killed a Harrisburg man who stood in its way. The coroner can hardly escape the verdict that the man died from the effects of liquor.—Boston Herald.