Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 November 1898 — Our Thanksgiving. [ARTICLE]

Our Thanksgiving.

We’d thought on this Thanksglvin’ day To eat our punkin pie With dear old mother at the farm, As in the days gone by. But greater Power than we had willed That mother shouldn’t stay, An’ then we couldn’t bear the farm, When she had slipped away. So brother John, he sent me word Ter visit him a spell, An’ eat in style Thanksglvin’ day Up at his big hotel. Well, sech a bill o’ fare as that I never see afore, With all the things I ever eat, An’ several dozen more. I labored hard to do my part At talk an* etiquette; Though John was hardened to this world, Sometimes his eyes wuz wet I knew that though his purse could buy The costliest kind of dish, Fer mother’s rare Thanksglvin’ treat He often felt a-wlsh. An’ when I left him fer the night, I couldn't help but say, “It ain’t the food ner yit the style That makes Thanksglvin’ day.” —Detroit Free Press.