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Mary’s Little Cow. 
O X page 1372 we reprinted a little 
“poem” entitled “Rich Milk.” It 
was a tribute to the Holstein cow by 
“The Office-Boy.” We invited other 
A Country Dairy Cow. 
poets to come forward and tie bouquets 
on their favorite breeds—and here they 
are in large numbers. 
Mary s Jersey. 
Mary had a Jersey cow 
With milk so rich in cream 
That when she skimmed the golden pans 
It fairly made her scream. 
She dreamed of riches, comfort, ease. 
And all her dreams came true. 
Her sales of gilt-edge butter gave 
Her all that she could do. 
And then the neighbors came around 
And bought her surplus calves, 
For Mary was a thrifty maid 
And ne'er did things by halves. 
They everyone went dairying 
With “Jerseys” for their motto, 
While Mary supervised the sales 
And rode round in her auto. 
They made as much from butter as 
They would have made from milk; 
Then turned the skimmed milk into pork 
And sported furs and silk. 
They sent their products cross the sea 
From New York to the Mersey, 
And blessed the day that Mary bought 
Her first imported Jersey. 
—Cream Eater. 
“Richest Milk.” 
They say I need a Holstein cow, 
I think I'll buy just four— 
One for each corner of the barn; 
Kept just within the door. 
So if a fire should break out 
I'll milk their streams upon it. 
The two per cent, of fat. no doubt, 
Will help me milk them on it. 
Insurance premiums I will save: 
Buy gems and silks for Mary. 
Sing Holstein praises for a fire 
And Guernsey for the dairy. 
—The Guernsey Office Boy. 
Mary's Married Now. 
Our Mary bought a Jersey cow, 
Its milk was like fine gold. 
Our Mary drove to town each day, 
And this fine milk she sold. 
The horse she drove, an old black cob, 
A very poor horse indeed, 
Was soon sold for another horse, 
A better and finer steed. 
The skeptic friends of Mary's 
Looked on with wondering eyes. 
For Mary had banked her money, 
It now reached enormous size. 
Next Mary bought an auto, 
And soon another cow. 
She did so very nicely 
That, of course, she’s married now. 
—F. W. S. 
Jersey Gold. 
Our Jersey—we call her “Sunbeam”— 
Her points are a dairyman’s dream. 
But she never gives milk, 
Ar.d we never wear silk. 
For our cow keeps us working in cream. 
A visit we had from Aunt Min. 
To escape the town's clatter and din. 
She smiled at our butter 
And proceeded to utter 
“You’ve put too much coloring in.” 
No coloring there. I averred— 
Save such as is done by the herd. 
Our Jersey, “Sunbeam,” 
And her daughters, give cream. 
And our banker will vouch for our word. 
—L. C. T. 
“ Richer Milk.” 
Mary had a brother, Zeke 
(Feed is going higher), 
Zeke owned a Jersey, spare and sleek, 
And her sire was a purebred sire. 
Mary’s cow gave lots of milk 
(Dry is the pasture's stream). 
Zeke’s cow gave much less in bulk, 
But it was rich, yes rich, in cream. 
Mary sold milk to a city man 
(Hark; the feed man’s laugh), 
Zeke set his in a scalded pan. 
And he raised—Oh. a beautiful—heifer 
calf. 
Mary drew a monthly check 
(Rich is the dusty miller). 
Zeke packed butter in a crock. 
And got—and jingled—his neighbors’ 
siller. 
Mary’s gowns are getting worn 
(Milk is more than water), 
Zeke now toots an auto horn, 
And will wed the miller’s daughter. 
—The Chore Boy. 
A Jersey Cow. 
My wife and I. we own a cow, 
Her name is Margaret; 
I want to say a word or two 
"Lest we forget!” “Lest we forget!” 
Of all the cows that ever lived 
The Jerseys are the best; 
So just give me a few of them 
And you may take the rest. 
This little cow’s a jewel, 
Of purest ray serene; 
She beats everything I know 
Of the breed they call Holstein. 
This cow she makes the butter 
For all upon the street, 
And wins sweet smiles from all girls 
I ever chance to meet. 
She gives rich milk for all the kids 
That on our street doth dwell, 
And calves and lambs and little pigs 
And other hogs as well. 
My wife she owns the business end 
And I the consuming part. 
And to furnish food for this one end 
It almost breaks my heart. 
But when my wife a shopping goes, 
Her wishes to fulfill. 
She don’t forget the office boy 
That lives at Maple Hill. 
—A. C. 
Real Milk. 
Our Mary had a Guernsey cow. 
That gave milk as yellow as gold, 
Does anybody wonder how, 
Mary’s dairy products sold? 
Tier neighbors cocked their heads aud 
sneered, 
“Why be fussing with a toy?” 
They said there wasn’t half enough milk, 
To feed a little boy. 
The Guernsey cow soon had a calf, 
The prospect of a future herd. 
Left Mary with a laugh. 
That calf has now become a cow. 
So Mary keeps on selling cream. 
And by-products of the finest class. 
Her products materialize many a dream. 
Sounder and saner, than rivals brass. 
N E W -YORK K W 
If one is good, more is better. 
Thought her neighbors with a sigh, 
They all quit keeping “boarders,” 
And have a herd of Guernseys nigh. 
The Guernseys are keeping them, now. 
In comfort and opulent splendors. 
And have paid for better quarters, for 
Themselves and their proud possessors. 
—Helmer Femrite. 
Exit “Black and White." 
Farmer Spratt ate no fat. 
(His wife had only lean) 
But now they eat the best of meat 
The world has ever seen. 
The Jersey cow he’s keeping now, 
(Of course she’s rather small) 
But to give him water in place of milk 
She's never had the gall. 
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Said farmer Spratt to neighbor Rock, 
(Who met him driving kine) 
"I’ve sold this stock, they’re goin' the 
block. 
No black and white for mine.” 
“The Jersey cow I’m keeping now, 
(She gives both milk and cream) 
This silk and satin, upholstered cow 
I find is but a dream.” 
—S. J. B. 
“Richer Milk.” 
Our Guernsey does not give the quarts 
Of milk that Mary’s Holstein did. 
But on the pounds of butterfat, 
I’m not afraid to bid. 
None dare to say the cream is thin. 
My land! ’twould make dear Mary 
scream 
To see the golden butter 
That we make from Guernsey cream. 
Our Guernsey gives the richest milk, 
'Tis finer than dear Mary’s silk. 
Her calf is worth more diamonds rare, 
Than ever Mary thought to wear. 
On pounds of hay and feed that’s eaten. 
Her Holstein has our Guernsey beaten; 
We'll save enough on buying feed, 
To buy the auto that we need. 
—“A Guernsey Poet.” 
When Molly's Old. 
Our Molly had a Jersey cow 
Whose milk, so rich in cream, 
Would all turn into butter, 
At least; so it would seem. 
Soon with her Jersey products 
Our Molly bought a car 
To take the golden butter to her patrons 
Near and far. 
One day the Jersey had a calf. 
Our Molly thought it over. 
Then sold the calf for a fertile farm 
And cottonseed and clover. 
The Jersey made more butter then; 
The butter made more gold. 
And Molly has a bank account 
Aud will when she is old. 
—The Farmer’s Wife. 
Choking. —“A child four years old. in 
New York City, recently choked to death 
on a peanut, which lodged in her throat.” 
—Ii. N.-Y., page 1200. Serious cases of 
choking are not uncommon, and it is sel¬ 
dom that people know what to do in such 
cases, in the absence of a skilled physi¬ 
cian ; yet relief may be surely and quick¬ 
ly obtained by pouring the white of an 
egg (raw) down tin* sufferer’s throat. 
This remedy never fails because the egg 
will slip down the throat and render the 
obstruction so smooth that it will readily 
pass on down. This remedy is just as ef¬ 
fective for animals as for human beings. 
To administer the dose to an animal, how¬ 
ever, is not always easy. The correct 
way is to place the white of the eggs in a 
bottle, raise the animal’s head, thrust 
the bottle well back and empty. 
MAURICE FLOYD. 
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Pennsylvania. 
AN ARDENT ADVOCATE OF “RICH MILK.” 
