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Goldfoot
Farm
Fri., Aug. 7, 1925
Being
very religious, the farm folks here never work on Sunday,
or not more than is absolutely necessary. They are shocked
at Mr. Green who "claims to be a Christian, yet plows
on Sunday." Instead of swearing, they modify most every
noun with "dumb." Did not Pa learn his lesson
when he was a young man working at G.E., by losing two fingers
after he had sworn a naughty "damn!" When Ma is
mad at the horses she calls them many terrible names; all
of them, however, escape being swear words.
The old man cannot rake hay in a straight windrow to save
his life. Bill says he tries to rake his name in hay. When
an appealing wisp at the other end of the field catches
his eye, he heads for it, but a still more irresistible
bit off at an angle will change his course again. Bill,
the missus and Robbie laughed all afternoon at his capers,
until finally turning too acute an angle, he broke the rake.
My heart aches for poor little Robbie, who has been looking
forward all week to a picnic tonight. The Sunday School
teacher was to pick up the boys and take them to a nearby
lake for an outdoor supper. As Robbie was crazy to go and
as it seemed harmless enough, I put in a good word with
the missus, but she said there might be tough boys along
who would teach him swear words. So Robert did not go.
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