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Goldfoot
Farm
Tues., July 28, 1925
Lately
Bill has been talking a lot about "dirt farmers."
Well, Mr. Hall, a neighbor, is certainly of the earth, smelly,
and a good example of the tightness of the folks hereabouts.
Before going to the field where he was supposed to help
with the haying, he gave me a long harangue about the evils
of the world in general, and his wife in particular.
"You'll never save?by anything unless you git up at
sun?up, no matter how hard and long you work the rest of
the day," he says. "I've seen folks that telt
how hard they worked, goin' out at night a-mowin' with a
lantern. Wal, mam, I've been over to see them same folks
at seven or eight in the mornin', and they hadn't had their
breakfast yit.
"And another thing, you can't git along unless you
and your wife pull together. That's what ails me. My wife
is terrible extravagant, and no matter what I save-by we'll
never be well off, for she spends such a heap. I took her
and the gal down to git shoes yesterdy. They each liked
a pair marked $2.95. She would've paid that price, but I
says to the clerk, 'That's pretty steep. Can't you make
'em cheaper?' He says as how I was a good customer he'd
give 'em both to me for $5.75. Some better, hey!
"I bought two oat forks in town yesterdy, also. Don't
ye tell anyone I paid only 40¢ apiece for 'em, 'cause
I told Seth Smith I'd git him one for 50¢ and I don't
want him to know I'm taking 10¢ off him.
"I don't care whether your man smokes or not, it's
a filthy habit and I'd rather see a man dead drunk than
smokin'.
"I tell you, my old woman is mighty cranky these days
and don't do a stroke of work any more. I don't know what
ails her. She says her glasses are broke, so she can't darn
my socks, but I caught her down churnin' and reading some
old trashy magazine at the same time. She could see well
enough for that alright, etc. etc. etc."
Mrs. G. told me Mrs. Hall makes their clothes, bakes bread,
raises garden vegetables and berries and sells them in town,
while the mister sits around, complaining about her, and
comes late to help his neighbor with the haying!
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