The Cow Country Chronicle

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 283, Issue 283, 14 March 1941, Page 6

The Cow Country Chronicle

EATING AND CHEWING A COW OF AN INTERVIEW T Talk about contented cows! All right then let us talk about cows. Ever since the dawn of history The contented cow has been a mystery. Why is the humble cow contented While human beings go demented ? The cow doesn't listen to radio news tt just cats, drinks, sleeps and chews. The Israelites Avorshippcd a golden calf • —Silly thing to do; it makes one laugh. The Hindus speak of the sacred cow While the cow cocky swears at the brute —and how ! Now why should such things come to pass ? Let's interview Strawberry out on the grass. "Good morning, Mrs Strawberry, How do you do ?'" "I'm fine gentlemen, and same to you. Now what do you want ? Make it snappy !" "You seem, Mrs Strawberry, so very happy. To what do you attribute your success Seeing the world is in such n mess ?" To which Mrs Strawberry Cow she said: (Let's hope her remarks will be published and read) "As long as a cow is on its feet It knows that the best tiling to do is eat. So it cats and eats, and lies doAvn to cliew When it lias nothing better to do. When it can't chew it can always feed, And when it is full it can chew indeed. So what with chewing and eating And eating and chewing While the hours are fleeting There's always something doing." • • • • And the moral is: ''Humans, don't envy the cow 'Cause its eating and chewing. You can do likewise now." A LONG, LONG TRAIL DROVER'S DOGS SEE THE BAY Every dog has its day. It's a long road that has no turn-« ing. And the drover's dogs have lots of days on the long, long road, when BEACONS (sometimes called rags) shine from every rural ma.il box. Up and down the stock routes of the Bay of Plenty go dozens of drovers and countless dogs., The dogs may not be globe trotters, but at least they arc Bay trotters. hav« ing trotted over plenty of the shores of the Bay of Plenty. As the drover ambles along homewards, with dog chains clinking from his saddle, his dogs follow proudly—sneering at the common farm dogs which bark at them from gateways.

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The drover's dogs belong to Hie | road-ocracy, along with commercial | travellers, service car drivers and others who are forever on the Long, Long Trail. ■, I HENS ON HOLIDAY' EGGS ARE TUPPENCE EACH ! I Don't believe it. Go to the storekeeper's and ask lor an egg. He will say. "Show me first your tuppence!" Fact of the matter is that hens arc on holiday—not all the hens, just some hens. So eggs are two bob a dozen, and bacon-and-egg eaters arc switching over to sausages and /or chops. Anyway, why should hens have n holiday. Can you imagine anything more monotonous than a hen's life —just one darned egg after another. At last the hens talk it over and say: "Let's moult, and the price of eggs can go up high as it tikes. The sky's the limit." i Actually the sky is not the limit as regards egg prices. The limit is 3.s for so, because fancy eggs at fid each, and all the Scotsmen calling out: "Bang goes sax-pence" every time they knocked, the end of an' egg in with a spoon at breakfast time. Just now lots of hens are on holiday, so that if a hen only had the wings of a swallow it could go to the autumn race meetings like the farmer who has a sharemilker or a grown-up family. Hats off to the hen. It not only delivers the goods--in its case (oiliest) nn egg", —but it advertises the fact by cackling. It pays to advertise (in the BEACON) as locjal' business people already know. The. hen knows the value of a bit of advertisement. Maybe a lew human beings don't know yet, but they will live and learn. Still all humans can read, and all Bay of Plenty readers can read the BEACON. Eggs—actly. LESS MI LIC—MORE PORK BIG PENNINGS OF PIGS As Farmer Giles looks at the diminishing skim milk supply he thinks in terms of pork and bacon. "She's going down, Dick," he says to the hired man. But its not a ship that's sinking. Its the milk supply—and the food supply of growing porkers and baconers. So to make ends meet Farmer Giles decides to make more fat pigs into pig meat. He ties himself to the phone and converses with the mystery men who are interested in seeing big pennings of pigs, truck loads of baconers ahd so on. Then Avith load squealing the trains steam out of Edgecumbe en route to "the Avorks." "The milk supply is going down" Said Piggy with a sigh. "I must take the train from Edgecumbe | And bid Rangitaiki good-bye."