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D. W. COREY OF PRESQUE ISLE.

IF you say "Corey" in Aroostook, you don't have to say it twice; If it's Corey it's potatoes -- just a matter of their price; For he's a farmer. who has leanings to the larger business side And whose farm is fit occasion for a universal pride. Its broad acres are an Eden in the garden-spot of Maine, With their fields of growing tubers and their waving hay and grain; -- But it's not alone. in farming, that "D. W." holds his own; For he's the biggest, hustling buyer of potatoes that is known. Many years the firm's been buying of the crops this region round; -- Their potato-house, the biggest that the world has ever found -- And of the stream of wealth that's pouring, from the richness of the land. There's a share, I know, that's tribute to the grace and grit and sand Of the Carter-Corey Company. who demonstrate their worth, By backing with their dollars the rich promise of the earth. He's a hustler is friend Corey: for Presque Isle has made a fight Helped develop her resources in her power and her light Says "'Aroostook is a garden and Presque Isle is its flower" And like the busy-bee himself, keeps in it every hour.

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