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P. H. REID OF FORT FAIRFIELD. | P. H. REID OF FORT FAIRFIELD. | ||
| − | + | THIS story comes authentic, of a man who lived out West, | |
| − | + | Who with farming, in Nebraska, was sufficiently impressed | |
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| − | Who with farming, in Nebraska, | ||
Of the stretches of her prairies and the crops from virgin land; | Of the stretches of her prairies and the crops from virgin land; | ||
| − | He | + | He would fill you with statistics 'till you simply couldn't stand. |
| − | "New England Farms | + | "New England Farms," he snickered, "Why you haven't got a crop |
That on the broad seas of our prairies, would e'en figure as a drop; | That on the broad seas of our prairies, would e'en figure as a drop; | ||
| − | You wouldn't recognize a harvest" | + | You wouldn't recognize a harvest"—and what else he'd had to say |
| − | I would be | + | I would be endlessly a-telling had it not happened, one fine day. |
| − | That he | + | That he journeyed to New England and at length come into Maine. |
| − | Up the B. and A. projecting, till he | + | Up the B. and A. projecting, till he reached the fertile plain |
| − | + | Where the bloom was in the hedge-rows and the potato was a-field. | |
And Aroostook was rejoicing in a real Bonanza yield. | And Aroostook was rejoicing in a real Bonanza yield. | ||
| − | ' | + | 'Then he sat him down in wonder and he fainted from surprise |
| − | And the thousand-million tubers opened wide | + | And the thousand-million tubers opened wide their billion eyes. |
| − | Now, of the men | + | Now, of the men who've helped this busienss for almost a score of year's, |
The man our cartoon pictures, a most successful type appears; | The man our cartoon pictures, a most successful type appears; | ||
| − | Devotes his whole time to the | + | Devotes his whole time to the business; tills the land and buys the crops; |
| − | Has a genius for the details and his interest never drops | + | Has a genius for the details and his interest never drops; |
| − | Builds up banks and tends to finance | + | Builds up banks and tends to finance, deals in things to till the land; |
| − | + | Takes his pleasure automobling; never shirks the work in hand, | |
Till in Fort Fairfield's busy markets and thruout Aroostook it's agreed | Till in Fort Fairfield's busy markets and thruout Aroostook it's agreed | ||
| − | + | There's no bigger, better business man than our friend. P. H. Reid. | |
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Latest revision as of 19:15, 30 May 2017
P. H. REID OF FORT FAIRFIELD.
THIS story comes authentic, of a man who lived out West, Who with farming, in Nebraska, was sufficiently impressed Of the stretches of her prairies and the crops from virgin land; He would fill you with statistics 'till you simply couldn't stand. "New England Farms," he snickered, "Why you haven't got a crop That on the broad seas of our prairies, would e'en figure as a drop; You wouldn't recognize a harvest"—and what else he'd had to say I would be endlessly a-telling had it not happened, one fine day. That he journeyed to New England and at length come into Maine. Up the B. and A. projecting, till he reached the fertile plain Where the bloom was in the hedge-rows and the potato was a-field. And Aroostook was rejoicing in a real Bonanza yield. 'Then he sat him down in wonder and he fainted from surprise And the thousand-million tubers opened wide their billion eyes. Now, of the men who've helped this busienss for almost a score of year's, The man our cartoon pictures, a most successful type appears; Devotes his whole time to the business; tills the land and buys the crops; Has a genius for the details and his interest never drops; Builds up banks and tends to finance, deals in things to till the land; Takes his pleasure automobling; never shirks the work in hand, Till in Fort Fairfield's busy markets and thruout Aroostook it's agreed There's no bigger, better business man than our friend. P. H. Reid.