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Vol. XXVII. No. 51. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1912. Weekly: $1 a Year.
„'E ~ . T'. ' '• MWMHWWMMMMMMMMWMMMBIIW' null—■» CHRISTMAS AT THE%;OME PLACE. % - (When the Hills Played Ghost and the Wind Whisued a Dance Tune.) Written for The Progressive Farmer by Frank L. Stanton. I . - rpHE HILLS put on their caps of snow and stood in scary white And the children said: “They’re up from bed and playin’ ghost tonight; But when Santa Claus, he comes along the ghosts won’t have a chance, j For the Wind will clap his hands for joy and make the cold hills dance!” III. * That was the word the children said as the firelight threw its beams From thef windows bright on the winter night drearn i ing the Christmas dreams; For the Wind may blow the stars out when the clouds I come at his call. But Christmas Eve in the country brings the sweetest MR. STANTON. dreamS of , ., HI. Don't envy their city pleasures, for we hive Life’s honeycomb With Christmas times in the country and all our hearts at home! And, listen, folks! When the children are bundled up in bed There’s a merrier sound than the jingle of reindeer bells on the shed. IV. Whistle over the housetops, Wind o’ the Christmas Eve! Rumble and roar in the chimney! You’re only a make-believe! ; Seems that you’d storm the steeple down, out there, so cold and gray, | But you’ve blown the Chrismas fiddle and the rosy girls our way! ' j;: Come in!—There’s a thrill o’ welcome in the tinkling of the latch: * i “Come in!” says the singing Fire, “where Joy will meet his match! I Leave dull Care to the darkness, his way thru the night to feel; Come in, and shake the snow off in a rollicking old-time reel!” VL i Talk of your op'ry pieces—trillin’ of birds in spring,— The Christmas fiddler knows the trick that makes a fiddle sing! Listen: The music’s with him: Not far will he let it roam: Down in old Alabama” makes the country feel at home! VII. No fear we’ll wake the rosy ones—scare Santa Claus away; In the holly hall there’s room for all, and it’s far to break o’day. And—bless us!—There’s Grandfather, with a dancing step of old. The glimmer of his gray hair near Mollie’s curls of gold! VIII. Isn’t the deacon dancing?—The goodness gracious knows! Sure, he’s swinging the widow, whose cheeks are red as a rose! The old-time fiddler pats his feet, and—ain’t it the joyous truth That Age is “swingin’ corners’’ with rollicking, laughing Youth! IX. Talk about times!—We have ’em when Christmas time comes ’round And children say the hills play ghost with snowy night-caps crowned; For even the Cold Wind claps his hands and whistles a trumpet-call, And the very hills bow “Howdy,” with “Merry Christmas—all!” FEATURES OF THIS ISSUE. A CHRISTMAS STORY—From One of the Most Readable of Re cent Books. 12 JJ CO-OPERATIVE CREAMERIES AGAIN—When They Are Unsafe 3 COMPULSORY EDUCATION OR COMPULSORY IGNORANCE?_ A Christmas Talk on a Big Question. 14 1 COTTONSEED AND COTTONSEED MEAL — The Fair Basis of » f Exchange . 0 7 ; EIGHT SECRETS OF SUCCESS IN CO-OPERATION — Mr. Poe’s Last Article on Denmark Tells Why the Danes Succeed and We so Often Fail. 45 FEEDING HENS IN THE WINTER—Some Alabama Experiments 18 HOW CAN THE POOR FARMER GET A START?-—Some Things He Must and Some He Must Not Do. g HOW TO CURE MEAT AT HOME—Directions by One Who Knows 5 KEEP THE BOAR TO HIMSELF—Why He Should Not Run With Other Hogs. 3 MISSISSIPPI CANNING CLUBS—A Review of the Year’s Work by Miss Susie Powell. ' .,0 POISONOUS EFFECTS OF COTTONSEED MEAL—When and How It May Safely be Fed to Hogs. . PRESSING POLITICAL PROBLEMS — Three of' Them Discussed by Mr. A. L. French. or THE LIME-SULFUR WASH—A Comparison of Commercial and Home-Made Washes ... 19 M WHAT ONE-CROP FARMING ENDS IN—Soil Depletion,' Always " t