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HIS story comes authentic, of a man who lived out West, Who with farming, in Nebraska, \-"as sufficiently impressed Of the stretches of her prairies and the crops from virgin land; He wouJd fiU you with statistics 'till you simply couJdn't stand. "New England Farms." he snickered, "\Vhy 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 endJessly a-telling had it not happened, one fine day. That he jOUl'l1eyed to New England and at length come into Maine. Up the B. and A. projecting, till he reacbed the fertile plain "'here the bloom was in the hOOge-l'ows and the potato was a-field. And Aroostook was rejoicing in a real Bonanza yield. 'rhen he sat him.-down in wonder and he fainted from surprise And the thousand-million tubers opened wide theil' billion eyes. Now, of the men whO've helped this busienss for almost a score of yeal's, The man our cartoon pictures, a most successful type appears; Devotes his whole time to the busin~s; 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: Talws his pleasure automobling; never shirl{s the work in hand, Till in Fort Fairfield's busy markets and thruout Aroostook it's agreed Tbere's no bigger, better bUSiness man tban our friend. P. H. Reid.

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