Wheat

Horowhenua Chronicle, 9 March 1916, Page 2

Wheat

i (13y WALT MAttOiW) n llie weather man is, busy inventing y now designs in fitonns and tempests n dizzy, .so .Mi' Mini repines. The frost a is> in liis galways, the slush is in his r shoes, and lie is having, always, more ~ snow than lie can use. And as lie does ! J ) ' s I'raying lor less of slush and sleet, t tlie opt/imiist conies, saying, "It's ) splendidi lor the wheat!" There . conies a beastly drizzle, thai soaks > to tiie bones, and life seems all a lizzie, a tiling ot' griei and grouns. i And when you're .sadly stra.\-hlg~adown ; tile sloppy street, tile optimist conies, saving. "Its spi?ndid lor the*wheat!" When weather is bo rotten, so frightful everywhere, that everything's forgotten except your 'load, oi care, when chunks of hail are flaying your form fiom head to feet the optimist conies, snying, "It's splendid for the wheat!"' VI hat odds if people suffer the tortures oi the blamed, and blizzards, nilder. tougher, tome whooping down, untn.med ? What odds if you are freezing, among tlie snow and sleet, and coughing, strangling, sneezing? j It's splendid for the wheat. 1