American Humor: A Visit to Ott Bartlett's Cousin's Farm

The last laugh column shares MOTHER EARTH NEWS reader submitted regional American humor with other MOTHER readers. In this issue the Plumtree Crossing boys' remember their visit to Ott Bartlett's cousin's farm.


| March/April 1987



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They call March mud month up in New England, and the roads was slicker'n deer guts on a doorknob.


ILLUSTRATION: PETER KUPER

Last Laugh shares MOTHER EARTH NEWS reader submitted American humor with other readers. 

It won't be warm till the snow gets off the mountain, and the snow won't get off the mountain till it gets warm.
–Vermont Proverb
 

American Humor: A Visit to Ott Bartlett's Cousin's Farm

Well sir, the next place the good fellas of the Plumtree Crossing General Assembly headed on their railroad travels (started, as you might recall, in issue 102) was up to Ott Bartlett's cousin's farm in Harwick, Vermont. They got off the train in Montpelier, talked a used-car salesman into renting them a beat up blue pick-up, and then headed north. Ott drove, Newt Blanchard navigated, and all the other fellas rode in the back "to give 'er traction."

They call March mud month up in New England, and the roads was slicker'n deer guts on a doorknob. Ott skirted round one particularly bad mudhole that had a hat sitting on top of it. Lafe Higgins wanted to jump out and retrieve the hat-till he saw it moving and realized it was a man on horseback!

"Ott," Newt asked as the roads winded by, "you gonna be able to find your cousin's farm?" "Why, sure," Ott replied, "I'll just head north till we smell it, and then go west till we step in it."

They got some turned around, though, till even Ott had to admit defeat. He pulled the truck over and hailed a farmer. "Do you know where Hiram Bartlett lives?"





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