54 Old Days on the Farm 



apple turnovers and sweet cider. Could these be 

 beaten for a lover and his lass, or any one else, 

 with rational, healthy appetite? 



"When mother made us apple pie, 

 In those old days down on the farm — 

 Sweetness and goodness mixed. Oh, my! 

 I'd eat a whole one without harm. 



If I had realms to give away, 

 I 'd hand them out without a sigh 

 To have her call me in from play 

 And fill me up on apple pie. ' ' 



"putting othee limbs on a tbee'* 



Seems like farmers in earlier days took a far 

 greater interest in their orchards than they do to- 

 day. Too intent now on money-making, I guess. 

 I recall that my father rarely ever went a-visiting 

 anywhere in the spring-time that he didn't bring 

 home some apple twigs for grafting and many 

 farmers were adepts at that somewhat delicate 

 operation. To-day they mostly hire such work 

 done and so, to some extent, lose a real interest 

 in the process and results. 



I was amused the other day while a little girl 

 friend of mine was telling me about the pleasure 

 a trip to the country had given her, at her naive 

 remark about grafting: 



''And, Mr. Wood, do you know what I saw? 

 I saw a man putting other limbs on a tree," was 

 the way my little friend put it. If she had heard 

 the word ''grafting," she'd forgotten it. 



