Jasper County Democrat, Volume 20, Number 81, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 January 1918 — THE RECORD—HERE AND THERE [ARTICLE]

THE RECORD—HERE AND THERE

It is only a half-worn record Of an old, familiar air, And you hardly know that you hear it. As you dose in your Morris chair. The sleet on the window rattles, While the blasts of Winter blow, But what do you care for Winter, By your fireside’s cheery glow? What is a half-worn record And a ditty of other days— It is “Just a Song at Twilight,” Heard through a dreamy haze. It is only a half-worn record Of some old, familiar air. Yet it makes of the dreary dugout A bit of home over there. Gone are the Shivering trenches And the stretch of bloody loam; Every heart with the music’s turning Back to the “Old Folks at Home” And each for his “Annie Laurie” Would lay him down and die— Strange how a half-worn record Brings a tear to the soldier’s eye! —Chicago American.