Corn huskings in New England are the stuff of lore.
The point is to trick your neighbors, friends, relations, acquaintances, and total strangers into working for you for nothing. Here’s how it works. (Please remember, there is no such thing as a free lunch!)
As the days grow shorter in the fall and the nip factor of the morning air begins to bite in earnest, get yourself down to your local copy shop and print yourself up a flyer on pumpkin colored paper announcing your corn husking and barn dance. The first copy should be given a place of honor in the barn, so’s your horses and oxen will know their work all summer harrowing and planting and cultivating and harvesting wasn’t for naught. Then, one evening when nothing else is full of compulsion, address a bunch of envelopes to everybody who’s done business with your farm that year, or sung in the choir with you, or served on a commission in your town, or aggravated you by abrasively promulgating some cause or other when you’d rather have been sitting comfortably at home paying no heed to anyone other than the cat.