Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-01-11
the Trumpet Blast as a sort of balm to
my feelings:
"Dried Apple Pies.

the Trumpet Blast as a sort of balm to
my feelings:
"Dried Apple Pies.
I'VE loathe, abhor, detest, despise,
| Abominate dried apple pies!
We like good bread, we like good
] meat,
Or anything that's fit to eat.
But Of all poor grub beneath the
| skies,
The poorest Is dried apple pies.
Give US the toothache or sore eyes,
Tread on our corns or tell US lies,
But don't pass Us dried apple pies.
Il gloated quite little over that as
put the paper to press, ran off the edi-
tion and went to my first dinner at my
new boarding house. Very good din
ner, but when the dessert came on 1t
was-dried apple pie!
II knew at once that 1t would have
been well II had waited while be-
fore printing that pointed rhyme about
dried apple pies. 1t behooved me to
| stand well with the landlady, and
| had my doubts whether that opinion
of mine as to that kind Of pie was
going to arouse much enthusiasm for
me on the part Of the landlady, coming
so right on top Of my very first dinner
of hers. with dried apple pie for dessert,
And l was right. I got the stony glare
from her at supper that night, and I
felt at once that my three dollars and
a half would be expected promptly at
the end of the week.
II said nothing but had a scheme. It
| developed in the next issue Of the
Trumpet Blast, as follows:
There appeared in our issue Of last
week a bit Of rhyme the burden Of
which was a vigorous declaration that
Of all things held in contempt by US.
to state it mildly, dried apple pie stood
at the head. When that was printed
we had not had the supreme pleasure
of sitting at the groaning board Of the
hostess Of Shady Lane boarding house.
Mrs. Camp Whitbeck, and did not
know the surprise that awaited US
when, after enjoying the most delicious
cut of pie that had ever delighted our
palate and which almost tempted us to
ignore etiquette and ask for another
piece, we learned that what he believ.
ed to be a new creation Of the pastry
cooks art with which Mrs. w. had ia
vored her guests was dried apple pie!
We therefore have Joy in declaring that
in that diatribe against dried apple pies
We now make reservation Of Mrs.
Camp Whitbeck's:
I'VE loathe, detest, abhor, despise,
Abominate dried apple pies,
Excepting always, be 1t known,
The Mrs. Whitbeck kind alone.
Give us the toothache or sore eyes,
Tread on our corns or tell US lies,
But don't pass us dried apple pies.
Unless they're thoSe-make no mis-
take
That only Mrs. Whit can make!
II t6ok copy of the Trumpet Blast
along with me when went to dinner
that day and without word handed 1t
to Mrs. W., pointing to the item. Sne
read it and beamed like sunrise.
"'Why, that's just grand!' said she.
Thank you ever so much! And next
week would do just as we'll as not, but
| I'm going away. Mrs. Joblack Is going
| to run the house after tomorrow. Oh,
this Is just grand! Thank you ever so
much!
Huh, huh. Well let that pass. Mrs.
Joblack took possession Of the house
next day. She didn't. seem to have
much Of smile for me, and at supper
time I found out why. This was un-
der my plate:
can make dried apple pies as we'll
as any Whitbeck, that ever mixed
dough. If you think you'd like 'em you
can have the chance at 81 a week, in
advance. Jane Joblack.
Yes. Seemed as II I was always
putting my foot in 1t somehow, time
I was running the Geeville Trumpet
Blast of Freedom"