42 Old Days on the Farm 



"When Homer twanged his tuneful lyre 

 The moon was just the same as now, 

 And girls set manly hearts afire — 

 There's been no change, you must allow. 

 I've read the gush those poets wrote 

 From Chaucer down to Tennyson, 

 Of girls and moon there's not a note 

 But shows they work in unison." 



Needn't tell me, either, you town and city folks 

 who actually name some of your artificial and, 

 sometimes, none too attractive side streets, Lov- 

 ers' Lanes, that these are to be compared with 

 hawthorn lanes. Pshaw! Lovers' Lanes with 

 granolithic pavements and electric lights ! Come, 

 now, how do these match up with hawthorn lanes 

 and the sweet silvery light of the moon! 



It 's just like naming the auto in the same breath 

 as the slow old trusty nag. Your city Lovers' 

 Lanes I Faugh ! 



IIT DEMOCRAT AND LUMBER WAGON DAYS 



And just think, too, of those rollicking rides 

 with the girls those boys of other days had when 

 they went to fair or circus in the democrat or lum- 

 ber wagon. Now, don't say me nay! because even 

 I — who am not a patriarch yet — can remember 

 when there was not a single top buggy in my 

 native township. Yes, the boys and girls in my 

 youth actually did go to the fair and circus in the 

 vehicles I have named, and they went with joy 

 in their hearts, too. 



