192 Old Bays on the Farm 



It was the inimitable Eobert Louis Stevenson 

 who stated that marriage is one long conversation 

 chequered with disputes. This young couple, at 

 least, could not very well have disputes that first 

 day of their wedded life because the seats on those 

 first merry-go-rounds were single, and so those 

 young adventurers on the sometime troubled sea 

 of matrimony had to sit apart. 



If one were a poet the old-time Fall Fair would 

 seem to be a worthy theme for verse. I submit 

 the following, not as poetry, but merely as dog- 

 gerel. Of course, such explanation is unnecessary, 

 the discerning reader may perhaps remark that, 

 even as doggerel, the lines are unworthy. 



THE OLD COUNTY FAIR 



Through days o' scorchin' summer heat, an' through 

 showers o' drenchin' wet, 



We've wrestled with the hay an' grain an' much suc- 

 cess we've met, 



An' we're feelin' right up on the bit, for we know we've 

 done our share 



To uphold the farmers' glory in our county's big Fall 

 Fair. 



Jim has brought his plough team, an' Sam has brought 



his pig, 

 Joe has a steppin* two-year-old hooked to our bran' new 



rig, 

 I have a pair of pigeons an' a crowin' bantam rooster, 

 And this big Fall Fair of ours, why, we're all prepared 



to boost 'er. 



