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worn-out boots, with hat and coat to correspond. When 

 I see such characters, I cease to wonder why country peo- 

 ple make sport of "city folks." I would not have those 

 from the city dress in their best apparel while in the midst 

 of their men superintending farm work, but there is an 

 appropriate medium between the two extremes. No 

 texture, nor style of dress, can make a farmer of one who 

 is not a farmer in any costume. 



The city man who goes upon his newly acquired farm 

 for the mere pleasure of working as a day laborer, has 

 made a mistake he cannot too soon rectify. In not a few 

 instances this has been done "for the fun of the thing," 

 and the results have shown that the fun was decidedly 

 costly. A much greater amount of frolic could have been 

 secured through other and far less expensive channels. 

 To set before one's friends a bottle of champagne and a 

 pitcher of milk, as has been done by a fancy farmer, and 

 say, " Help yourselves, gentlemen, to whichever you pre- 

 fer, they cost me the same," evidences that such farming 

 is by no means profitable, however amusing. 



A strong, healthy man who enters upon such a calling 

 as a business, and who conducts it in a sensible, business- 

 like manner, will soon find that, however much he may 

 desire to work with his hands, this must not be done to 

 the exclusion of the brain work necessary to enable him 

 successfully to accomplish what he has undertaken. 



Countrymen have long been the laughing-stock of a 

 certain class of city people, and vice versa. This debit 

 and credit account is, I think, pretty equally balanced, 

 so that neither side need feel much chagrined. 



Small communities frequently, but not necessarily, 



