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about the fine apples he has at his house, and then you are 

 sure of making a sale to Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Jones. Apples 

 get to be a necessity, and I know of several instances where 

 the meat bill was cut down that the family might buy apples. 

 I advertise my apples in the local paper. This year 1 sold 

 out all my apples and potatoes just through a little advertising 

 in the local paper. 1 also sold 8,000 cabbages through the 

 same medium. My boys have record cards on which the name 

 and address of each purchaser is kept. These cards are for 

 use another season, in case you wish to look the customers up. 

 In any business a man must make that business fit the papers ; 

 get right after the people with the goods ; put the matter to 

 the people; you will find you can sell your |)roducts in that 

 way. . 



"A PLACE FOR EACH." 



The hen remarked to the muley cow, 



As she cackled her daily lay, 

 (That is the hen cackled), "It's 

 fnnny how 

 I'm good for an egg a day. 

 I'm a fool to do it, for what do I get? 



My food and my lodging. My ! 

 But the poodle gets that — he's the 

 household pet. 

 And he never has laid a single 

 egg yet- 

 Not even when eggs are high." 



The muley cow remarked to the hen. 



As she masticated her cud, 

 (That is the cow did) "Well, what then. 



You quit and your name is mud. 



I'm good for eight gallons of milk 

 each day. 



And I'm given my stable and grub; 

 But the parrot gets that much, anyway — 



All she can gobble — and what does 

 she pay? 

 Not a dribble of milk, the dub!" 



