Misc notes in Diary

Butter fat for 1924 900 Ibs  sold 375.00 used butter 67.00

By heck!  I'm ready for a full days work.

Down on the farm, bout half past four, I slip in my pants and sneak out the door,
Out to the yard I run like the dickins, to milk ten cows and feed the chickens,
Clean out the barn, curry Nance and Jigs,Separate the cream,and slop all the pigs,
Work two hours then eat like a turk, and by heck I'm ready for a full days work,
Then I grease the wagon and put on the rack, Throw a jug of water in an old grain sack.
Hitch up the horses hustle down the lane, must get the hay for it looks like rain,
Look over yonder sure as I am born Cattles on the rampage and cows in the corn,
Start across the medder run a mile or two, Heaving like I'm windbroke, get wet clean thru,
Get back to the horses, then for recompense, Nance got straddle the barbed wire fence,
Joints all aching and muscles in a jerk, I'm fit as a fiddle for a full days work
Work all summer tell winter is nigh,Then figure up the books and heave a big sigh
Worked all year, didn't make a thing, got less cash now than I di last spring
Now some people say that there ain't no hell But they never farmed, so they can't tell
When spring rolls around I'll take another chance while the fringe grows longer on my old pants
Give my spenders a hitch, my belt another jerk and by heck, I'm ready for a full days work.

This poem is most likely from a fellow named Harrison Flash