Cows and Courtship on the Farm 41 



TRUSTY OLD NAG VEESUS AUTO 



It was usually in winter when the singing 

 classes were held and some of the boys had horses 

 and cutters. It would have been hard to beat a 

 trusty old nag and a comfortable cutter with 

 *' comfy" robes, in the golden olden days, as the 

 shortest way to a country girl's heart, and some 

 years later in our civilisation, the good old buggy 

 in fall or summer was the king of siege artillery 

 in love affairs. Talk about autos, you gay Lo- 

 tharios of to-day! High speed and burning up 

 the roads shouldn't count with the right kind of 

 a girl and I don't believe it does. Why, you've 

 got to have both your hands on the steering-wheel 

 and your eyes fixed on the road and your love 

 whispers are drowned in the whirring and sput- 

 tering and chugging of the vile-smelling engine. 

 The fellow with the slow old nag — a long, winding, 

 tree-shadowed road — has an indisputable advan- 

 tage. He can even drop the reins. 



Don't tell me, you fast-moving lovers of the 

 twentieth century, that you've out-distanced those 

 singing-school boys a-going down the primrose 

 way — Lover's Lane, I mean. I won't believe it. 



THE MOON AND THE GIELS DON 't CHANGE ! 



The old horse will win in a love canter yet, 

 every time, and the hawthorn lanes and the moon 

 are a combination that just cannot be beaten. 



