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t. Wow the pie hez claimed the punkin, an’ the fodder 's in the barn, An’ I’ve got my stock to winter, an’ the wife 's got socks to darn. Wa-al, the news comes from Chicago—an’ we're mighty glad to I'arn That wheat is on the jump in Injiana. 3 Gee whiz! and likewise, whilli- kens ! it didn’t take a minit Fer me to see, with wheat to burn, that I wasrathur in it. Ef this prize-package ain't a blank, by jing! I’m goin’ to win it. Jest wait till wheat 's a dollar in Injiana, : 5 We Shell have electric sowers, mowers, sewin'-machines an’ plows, Also them new-fangled dinguses fer puttin’ hay in mows, P’raps I'll travel to New Jersey fer a stock of Jersey cows, On the strength of dollar wheat in Injiana. ¥ ‘A pair 0’ coon-dogs, too, I'll buy — no common ornery sort, But thoroughbreds, that know their biz, an’ make it lively . sport When Mr. Coon gets in the grain—which he really hadn’t ort, With wheat a dollar a bushel in Injiana. COPMRONT 1097, BY THE JUOGE PUBLSKIRG COMPANY OF MEW YORK. 2. I jes’ ast of neighbor Johnson— you know, Benjamin, of Boone— He ‘lowed that speculation was as crazy as a loon. “ An’ yit,” sez he, ‘at this rate, we're bound to hev it soon— Wheat 's a-climbin’ dollar-wards in Injiana.” rn Then I'll paint the dear old homestead all a bright vermilion red, An’ lightnin’-rods I'll have put up on every barn an’ shed. An'—you hear me talk, Jerushy ~-we'll buy that foldin’-bed, ‘As soon as wheat ’s a dollar in Injiana, 6 Yes, my gals shell go to singin’. skewl, an’ dress up out o° sight, I may even let my Pete play golf— he never sas quite bright. But U'il draw the line at a bike fer you, ma! you would look a sight ! Not fer all the dollar wheat in Injiana, 8. In the meantime we'll set table on the riotous-livin’ plan, We'll hev pie an’ cake fer breakfast, an’ hard cider by the pan. We're only on this planet once't, sv let's live while we can— Wheat won't always be a dollar in Injiana. WHEN WE GIT DOLLAR WHEAT IN INJIANA. comicbooks.com