Pioneer Livestock Pavilion, Iowa State Fair.
Showing posts with label agriculture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label agriculture. Show all posts
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Iowa's state fair is a great state fair
Our State Fair is a great state fair,
Don't miss it, don't even be late!
(Our state fair is great!)
It's dollars to doughnuts at our state fair,
It's the best state fair in the state!
OUR STATE FAIR IS A GREAT STATE FAIR!
IS A GREAT . . .
IS A GREAT . . .
IS A GREAT STATE FAIR, HEY!
Our State Fair is a great state fair,
Don't miss it, don't even be late!
(State fair is great!)
It's dollars to doughnuts at our state fair,
It's the best state fair . . .
in our state!
-- Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Now, a word from our contestants
If you think you're having a bad day, think again.
You could be a participant in the cattle judging at the Nebraska State Fair, trying to send out telepathic waves to everyone you encounter -- mental images that impart a simple message:
Eat mor chikin.
Because for a cow at the state fair, if you win, you lose.
ON THE other hand, life at the fair ain't exactly a bowl of cherries for the sheep, either.
They get paraded around. They get stretched. They get lambhandled by teenagers.
They get poked, pulled, prodded, gawked at and ogled.
All they want to say is "Hey, you @#&%+*$! Go pick on somebody your own size! Some creature with opposable thumbs and a discernible IQ! Leave. Me. Alone."
But can the sheep say that? No, they can't.
They try, but all that comes out is "BAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
And you think you're having a crap-o day, huh, Bunkie?
IN THE WORDS of that great philosopher Travis Tritt, "Here's a quarter. Call someone who cares."
We are Midwesterners. We have perspective. Now, get away from me before I make you march behind the draft horses. Blindfolded.
And barefoot.
IT'LL HAVE to be next year, though, for the state fair has ended its 2010 run at its new home out in Grand Island.
Pray for Bossie. And for Beauregard, too.
And remember . . . eat mor chikin.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Apples. Hotcakes. Head gaskets.
You got your agriculture. You got your cooking lesson. You got your basic auto repair. What's not to love about this 1966 episode of Green Acres?
Labels:
1960s,
agriculture,
comedy,
culture,
media,
television,
TV
Monday, September 07, 2009
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