AN EIGHT-HOUR DAY ON THE FARM.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XLIII, Issue XLIII, 6 March 1909, Page 1

AN EIGHT-HOUR DAY ON THE FARM.

"Pardon me," said Bob Gooseman's cow to the Swedish Turnip that had been tossed into the feed-jbox with a number of others, "but would you miud telling me where you grew?" "I grew on tho farm, course." replied the Turnip shortly. "And would you mind telling me whether you grew all the time or only a part of the time?" continued the Mooley Cow. "I grew all the time, certainly," returned the Turnip, impatiently. "That's what I was there for? How do you suppose I passed the timef" "Dear, dear!" sighed the Mooley Cow in distress, "That moans no supper for mo again tonight. I could not possibly eat you. You are a nonunion Turnip. I could not think of eating a Turnip that grew more than eight hours a day. It would choke me. Were all the Turnips permitted to grow that wanted to do so?" "Why. of course," replied the Turnip. "Why not!" "Oh! nothing," said the Mooley Cow, "only we've got to stop this open-shop business. What's the matter with you now?" she demanded of the Hen that sat up on the manger and gave a loud cackle. ' ' I have just laid another egg, ' said the Hen gleefully, looking down at the white sphere in the manger. "That's the second one to-day." The Mooley Cow was indeed angry. "You ought to be disciplined," sbo observed WTathfully. "Here are eggs going begging at eighteenpence a dozen and you laying two eggs a day. Have you read the rules on the inside of the barn door there?" The Hen admitted she had not. "Well go over and read them," ordered the Mooley Cow severe) v. "They may enlighten you." The Hen hopped aud rend the following: —