VOL. L. NO. 2 144 
NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 28 , i89i 
PRICE, FIVE CENTS 
$ 2.00 PER YEAR. 
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Said Phosphorus to Potash, 
“ Old Nitrogen, you know, 
Is two thirds legs, while ’tother 
One-third is only ‘blow.’ 
We’ll let him run his races, 
Let us be dignified, 
And gather In the profits 
’Till we are satisfied. 
II Is long legs run to trouble, 
We are the solid men, 
We’ll mako a combination 
To shame friend Nitrogen.’ 
So these two sanguine worthies 
Began their job right off, 
Old Nitrogen, too tired 
With all his run, to scoff, 
The body and the head, sir, 
Were beauties, In their way. 
But. ah ! the legs 1 I tell you, 
They'd never run away, 
They were so short and flabby 
The body scarce could walk ; 
You’ve seen such legs, I reckon, 
Beneath a load of pork. 
Coy profit danced before them. 
Two-thirds Inclined to stay, 
The short legs could not catch her 
And so she danced away. 
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Said Nitrogen to Potash. 
“ Let’s run the thing alone, 
And kick out Brother Phosphorus 
He’s nothing but a bone 
Of terrible contention. 
I’m farming’s legs, you see. 
While you are farming’s stomach 
And give it dignity. 
I’ll make the harvests hustle 
Before my stinging whip. 
You strap the loads on tighter 
In our new partnership, 
Tho profits will be greater 
As you must now agree 
With two tor a divisor, 
Than when the shares were three. 
VII. 
Then Phosphorus and Potash 
Walked up to Nitrogen 
And said : “ See here, old fellow, 
We’re very foolish men, 
You’ve worked your legs for nothing, 
I’ve nearly killed my brain. 
While poor old Brother Potash 
Has got himself a pain. 
Let’s quit and call it even, 
Wo need your legs to run, 
You need my brain-direction, 
And I have just begun 
To realize tho value 
Of Brother Potash here, 
A brain Is not a stomach. 
That fact is very clear.” 
VIII. 
Then Nitrogen quit rubbing 
His tired legs awhile, 
He greeted Brother Potash 
With his old pleasant smile 
“ You’re right,” said he. “ Toge her, 
We make a solid team, 
But when we come to scatter 
We mako Dame Nature scream. 
My legs are at your service. 
With Phosphorus to guide. 
While Potash dees tho feeding 
We'll do our work with pride.” 
Thm strongly reunited 
Our good friends go their way. 
And long may folks remember 
The lesson of that day. 
And so these sanguine worthies 
Began their new career, 
While Phosphorus, in sorrow. 
Limped sadly to the rear. 
The plant-legs grew like magic, 
They ran as swift as death. 
Till fat old Brother Potash 
Could hardly gasp for breath, 
As Phosphorus was absent. 
There were no brains to guide. 
So Nitrogen kept whipping 
Till fat old Potash sighed. 
The stomach grew too heavy, 
The thin legs grew too light, 
And down tho whole thing tumbled, 
With tho profits “ out of sight.” 
Said Nitrogen to Phosphorus, 
“ Let’s run the thing alone, 
Old Potash Is an incubus— 
As useless as a stone. 
Now, you’re the brains of farming, 
While I can speed like fun, 
No use for his big stomach 
In our smart race to run, 
I’ll whip tho plants like fury, 
You head ’em at the bars. 
And drive ’em into pasture; 
Wo’ll mako tho yield see stars !” 
And so these sanguine worthies 
Began their eager race, 
While Potash rubbed his stomach, 
With sorrow-eaten face. 
The plant-legs grew like magic 
Old Phosphorus agreed 
He’d have no Potash stomach, 
“It’s head,” said he, “we need 
The legs grew long and longer, 
While fat old Potash jeered. 
And as tho head grew mighty, 
The stomach disappeared, 
Then, like a poor dyspeptic. 
The figure writhed in pain. 
Then quit his work forever 
With profits naught again. 
COMPLETE FERTILIZERS, 
UNITED WE SUCCEED: DIVIDED WE FAIL, 
