R.D. 1, Kearney, Missouri
Bill Seagrass bought an engine in the days when he was young and his kindly friends and neighbors all allowed he had been stung. But he petted it, and groomed it, and he polished till it shoneso at last his friends opined it was a hand some thing to own.
Bill Seagrass was no fool, and so, as fast as he was able, he added other pieces of machinery to enable him to grind his feed and saw his wood, to thresh his grain and break new sod for planting sweet corn to be served upon his supper table.
So while his neighbors cling to spade, and turning fork and hoe, and piously declare this world a wilderness of woe Bill Seagrass dons his thinking cap and without too much bustle he plans his work so that machines can substitute for muscle. E. P.