‘NEW YORK, OCTOBER 6, 1894. 
VOL. LIII. No. 2332. 
$ 1.00 PER YEAR. 
NAIL ir DOWN. 
Drive In a nail ! Drive In a nail ! 
Kre winter comes with Its frost, enow and hall, 
Nall np the axioms fair to your eye. 
Matters so plain you don’t need to ask “ Why '!' 
Capture old Time by the forelock this year. 
Winter, cold, desolate winter Is near. 
Nall up the board.s shaklnK loose In the wind. 
Tack on the paper and battens behind 
Every old crack where the frost can crawl In, 
Stinging the stock like the prick of a pin. 
Don’t feed Jack H rost on good tallow this year. 
Drive In a nail ! For cold winter Is near. 
Drive In a nail 1 Drive In a nail! 
Don’t let your good resolutions turn tall. 
Robbers are stealing your substance away. 
Stealing your fodder, your grain and your hay. 
Scrubs you’re supporting the long winter through. 
You support them while they should support you. 
Mary’s piano—she’s earned It, 1 guess. 
Wife’s summer visit, and Sarah’s new dress. 
All have gone down the big throat of a scrub, 
ProHt goes limping with toe on a stub. 
Don’t put the butter In feed bln and mow. 
On to the bones of some old robber cow. 
Now. ere your good resolution all leaves. 
Drive in a nail 1 Make away with the thieves. 
Drive In a nail 1 Drive In a nail ! 
Add to your ballast, and shorten your sail. 
‘ Corn stdlks and straw In the Held ” Is all wrong, 
“ Safe under cover ” Is where they belonir. 
Why let the rain wash good butter away 
Out In the Held ? Are you farming for play ? 
Don’t let the corn Helds lie bare as a shote. 
Rye Is the fellow to give them a coat. 
Sow It at morning and sow It at noon. 
Don’t Slop to talk—you can’t sow It too soon. 
Don’t have an Idle affair on your place. 
Drive In a nail! Tighten up every trace. 
Drive In a nail ! Drive In a nail ! 
Don’t let the wagon start off with a wall; 
Keep a full measure of grease on your wheel. 
Don’t lot old friction ride on them and squeal. 
Claiming and taking a tribute of force. 
You have to pay It, sir—you and your horse. 
Search the fence corners and old apple trees. 
Bring In the rusting old tools from the breeze; 
Scour off the rust before winter sets In, 
Rust has a tooth that Is sharper than sin. 
See, here’s a scar on the wood makes complaint. 
Close up Its mouth with a brushful of paint. 
House all the Implements In barn or shed. 
Drive In a nail! Drive It up to the head. 
Drive In a nail! Drive In a nail ! 
Put a good lock on the bank without fall. 
What Is your bank ? It’s a pile of manure 
Paying an Interest steady and sure. 
’Tls the backbone of your farm without doubt; 
How the back aches when the goodness runs out. 
Oh, what a sin not to stop up the leak 
When the manure pile drains Into the creek. 
Put the manure under cover at once, 
Save a few dollars now-don’t be a dunce. 
Wasting manure Is the farmer’s worst crime. 
Drive In a nail I Make “ last year ” the last time. 
Drive In a nail ! Drive In a nail! 
Do all these things, sir, and yet I’ll go ball. 
Happiness surely will call you a shirk. 
If your old barn gets the whole of yoar work. 
Back In the house are your children and wife. 
Ought to be dearer to you than your life; 
Nall up the bars of strict Justice to all, 
Housefolks as well as that calf In the stall. 
Strive for the love of your daughter and son. 
Make your wife glad that she ever was won. 
Sympathy, msybe, has drifted away. 
Make a start bringing It back, sir, to-day ; 
No fear for winter for those who can stand 
’Round the old organ-with hearts that expand 
Singing together—“There’s no place like home ! 
Blessings alone to that household will come. 
Love and true loyalty keep us from harm. 
Drive In a nail ! Keep them fresh on the farm. 
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