A Sure Cure

Antrim, Ohio

Here is a couple of dollars for a subscription renewal of Mr.
Floyd M. Nichols, R. D. 2, Quaker City, Ohio.

Should have had this in several days ago as Mr. Nichols hopes
not to miss a single copy, but I have been laid up in bed with the
flu. Was rather sick for a couple of days until I discovered a
wonderful cure. I got out all of my old IRON-MEN, every single
copy, stayed in bed and read, reminisced and dreamed. Within 24
hours I found myself much improved. To any Brother Threshermen who
is afflicted with this new-fangled flu that’s going the rounds,
I will guarantee this remedy. I also had a few old American
Threshermen that I took in small doses to help keep fever down and
spirits up. This is, however, not an essential; the ALBUM alone
will effect a cure.

Some of the tales I read over the second time although I had
read them before. One in particular that struck my fancy was called
‘Exhaust Echoes’ by Roy W. Ross, Innisfail, Alberta. It was
concluded in the March-April 1955 issue. The language Mr. Ross uses
in his narrative holds one like the hand-clasp of an old friend. I
heartly agree with Mr. Laurence J. Hathaway in his letter, page 29,
Sept.-Oct., 1957 ALBUM: The good old Steam Language should be used
when discussing Steam. I’m not as old as Mr. Ross but I well
remember those men and their times. Back when a straw hat, blue
denim overalls and blouse were standard field equipment, and if you
heard some one refer to members of the crew as ‘You Guys’,
you knew that he was a hobo or some silly kid trying to act like
one.

Yes, they are fine stories! Grand Old Men striving to tell us
something that is so difficult to express in words! something one
must feel. Charles L. Genter of Byron, Oklahoma, comes very close
in his fine poem, ‘Smoke on the Prairie,’ Sept.-Oct., 1955
ALBUM, in a couple of verses that run, as nearly as I remember

No more we’ll feel the engines throb
The pulse that comes through steel
Or know the smell of smoke and steam
The music of whining wheel.
No more we’ll hear the thresher hum
Or a faithful engine exhaust
We know that this means little to you
But to us it is something lost.
Just about brings tears, doesn’t, it Elmer?

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