The Bluegrass Claims Its Own 



body can enjoy the benefits of those 

 life-saving stations, now so freely dis- 

 tributed around the fringes of all our 

 cities, known as Country Clubs. 



Personally I have for years had a 

 longing to possess a well-equipped 

 farm, where I might busy myself try- 

 ing to unravel some of the mysteries 

 surrounding the perpetuation and 

 modification of animal and plant life. 

 I should want good horses, good dogs, 

 good cattle, good motors, alfalfa, blue- 

 grass and some mellow grain land. 

 Also a good library, and a big, old- 

 fashioned fireplace. And, above all, 

 good friends who would enjoy it with 

 me. However, I don't believe in a 

 man's trying to ride two or three 

 horses at once. I have had one in 

 town that has demanded all my 

 thought thus far, and so the farm still 

 waits until such time as I may turn 

 my back upon the city's work forever 

 to end my days, as they began, midst 

 rural scenes. 



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