That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 06, 2021

It is OKTOBER-FEST!

Its’t time to party like it’s 1799

How come the old guy gets to drink before the horses do? They did all the hard work.

Those are actually rentals – the man next to the horses is waiting for this payment.

The children patiently wait until father blacks out so they can get a sip or two.

When your plow-horses amble too slow, / (fertilizing the field as they go), / and the sun burns too hot / on your small stony plot, / take a break for a rustic tableau. /// The two children are both much too callow, / (and the smallest is sickly and sallow), / to assist you to plow, / but the fear you have now— / that your wife’s secret grave is too shallow.

On Silesia’s sunny plain / lived a lad named Alf Veederzain/ who stood out in his field/ Where he counted the yield/ of their acres of waving grain..///Also standing out in the field/ was his father, who loudly appealed/ for a slug of corn likker/ – but that likker’d growed thicker/ it seemed like that corn had “corn-gealed”..///What a coup, then, the Veederzain’s scored/ when the “corn-gealed” corn sluggishly poured/ from the jug where it sat/ out into a vat/ and the family fortune was sealed../ for the liquid, both viscous and sweet/ oozed over some shredded wheat, in a porcelain bowl/ which(well bless my soul !)/ chanced to be at his father’s feet !/// Of all of the happy mistakes/ that a m

Father rests and he takes a long sip, / of some schnapps, (he enjoys a good nip). / But then right back to work, / or the farm owner’s clerk / will “encourage” his toil with that whip.

..that a man in a lifetime makes/ there are few that can equal/and none is a sequel/ to the birth of those sweetened wheat flakes…The success of those sweetened Wheaties/ (with endorsements from great “athleties”) / made the Veederzain’s wealthy/ but the combo unhealthy/ has given us all diabetes…

Seen here taking a short rest when plowing, / the stern farmer is soon disavowing / any “horsing around” / as he tills the hard ground. / With his shouts the scared horses he’s cowing.

Furrowed brow?

Anybody else hear “Dueling Banjos” when Ish and Sol are on a roll? ha

Hey Daddy, Mr. Kippling says his two oxen can plow a field faster than you and your four horses. I told him you’d rather look at a horses ass all day before going home to Mom! That’s when he said, “Point taken!”……What did he mean by that Daddy?

rast beim pflügen would be a great name for a metal band…

It was worth digging up his front yard to find his booze stash. Ahhh.

Whatever has happened to good English? “Gotten plowed” ? Even cartoonists must have had some education.

Shouldn’t he have plowed across the top rather than down? Rain is going to wash all that dirt downhill.

After a hard day of plowen ol Jed likes to get his cousin Mildred drunk and have some shenanigans.

And they wondered why grandpa’s furrows were so crooked?

“Oh, Poppa! Mommy sent us to ask you would you please not come home drunk again? Please?”

I thought it was the wife that got “plowed”.

One guy mans the plow, another the whip while the kids spread the free horse manure as it’s “made available”.

It was good to be a dog in 1800’s Germany.

Sez Wulf on the right: “Dad, when I asked you to buy me a switch, I meant one from Nintendo.”

It took me a few minutes too long to figure out which version of “plowed” this painting was using, sad to say…..

Rest while plowing: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:08_Rast_Pfluegen_A3.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/10/masterpiece-2803.html 

I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. So far, 2 works by this artist have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2014/07/31?comments=visible 

has the prior (the 10 hyperlinks in my comment there have been deactivated, but perhaps the text remains informative).

“Daddy, please stop drinking. Everything is getting blurred and fuzzy everywhere.”

“It’s not me, kids. The painter dropped his glasses.”

But daddy, that’s not your likker. That’s the sample for the veterinarian there.

Son, I’m glad you put on clothes before you brought my lunch to me. I guess I didn’t realize you were a cross-dresser.

So, how is your mom doing? Has she made any money staying at home today?