This is how they read:
Do not forget to be kind and liberal, for with sacrifice of that sort God is greatly pleased.
and
You have more'n likely noticed
When you didn't when you could
That jes' the thing you didn't do,
Was jes' the thing you should.
In the little pocket in the back of the journal are several newspaper clippings. Here is one of them:
The Modern Farmer
I got an idee, says Farmer Brown
That there ain't much use in movin' to town,
And crowdin' into a four-room flat
Where there ain't nuff room to hang yer hat.
Where eggs cost about a nickle apiece
And the butter is about like axle grease.
We gotta admit there's a lot of charm
In livin' right out on the good old farm.
When the wife and the children want to go
And see a good movin' pitcher show,
When they're showin' a pertickler fancy reel,
I kin git 'em there quick in the oatmobile.
The town folks ain't got nuthin' on us
In spite of all their featers and fuss.
We got good plumbin' all through our place
And fine washstands fer your hands and face.
A bathtub, too, we kin fill right quick
And we don't have to go jump in the crick.
So fur as the day's news is concerned,
There's durned few things that we haven't learned.
About as sudden as one-two-three,
Fer we've got a party phone, you see.
And we never are late in gettin' our mails,
For the rural delivery, it never fails.
We do all the things the city folks do.
Our children go to the colleges, too.
And there isn't a durned new-fangled idee
That we don't grab quick as quick kin be.
We've got all the latest in machines,
We git all the high-toned magazines.
We've got new thoughts in our old think tanks
And quite a lot of dough in the city banks.
When it comes to eats, why we have to laff;
We have got them all skinned by a mile and a half.
For "rubes" you can nlonger put us down.
'Cause the "rubes" nowadays are all livin' in town.
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