186 Old Days on the Farm 



the cut of clothing or correct form of hats, boots 

 and other necessaries of civilisation, did not travel 

 along the concessions and sideroads with auto 

 speed in those times. 



Country folk were known by the clothing they 

 wore and fakers had no difficulty in picking them 

 out in a crowd. Homespun suits and top-boots 

 made it easy work for the nut-shell men and vari- 

 ous other nimble-fingered artists to single out the 

 innocent, or untutored in the ways of the wicked. 



doesn't blow out the gas now 



But that is all changed in this progressive age. 

 The man from the back concessions does not blow 

 out the gas, and if he still retains a semblance of 

 that innocence that obtained in the Garden of 

 Eden, the chances are that he is, to-day, wearing 

 more costly clothes than his town or city brother. 

 Instead of eating buns or a home-made lunch on 

 the street corner your young, dressed-by-the- 

 fashion-plate country gentleman hies to the classi- 

 est restaurant on Fair Day and orders up an epi- 

 curean lunch with fine abandon as to the cost. 



getting ready fob the fair 



There was, indeed, friendly rivalry among the 

 pioneers at the annual agricultural exhibit. For 

 weeks before, Jim, the farmer's eldest son, would 

 be wearing out the curry-comb on the show-team ; 

 Jo, the second boy, would be crimping the filly's 



