Cresco plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1913-1945, 1914-05-08
was introduced and enthusiastically
applanded for Drawing so much cold

One of the special features was
a new Iowa song entitled Dear
Old Iowa" writ, by Mrs. Laura
Perdue, formerl Of Des Moines.
The authoress was introduced and
we'll received. A young lady sang
the first two stanzas and saved the
third verse for the encore that never
came. The afternoon sun was too
hot for Iowans to appreciate the
sarcastic thrusts at Iowa's "cold
snow fall" Right then they would
have appreciated "the frosty dew
drops SPARKLE" and as they famed
themselves and wiped their sweated
brows were in no humor to applaud.
Here are the lines:
':Dear Old Iowa."
We're from dear old Iowa,
Where the corn grows tall;
We're from dear old Iowa,
Where the cold SHOWS fall.
we IOsC yOu, AC.II Olu ~"
But you never can compare
With sunny California,
With it's flower: and fruits so
rare.
Chorus
We're from Iowa, Iowa,
From that state so grand,
A merry, jolly band,
We're from Iowa, Iowa,
Where the cold SHOWS blow.
Back in dear old Iowa
There are friends we love;
Back in dear old Iowa.
Coos the turtle dove.
The meadowlarks are singing
In the fields Of waving corn;
The frosty dewdrops sparkle
On cold October morn.
Thoughts of d ar old Iowa
Bring no regrets to me.
Here in California,
All its beauties we can see.
The white waves on the ocean
And the poppyfields Of gold;
But back in dear old Iowa
1t is snow and ice and cold.
In the audience was another To-
wa lady, Mrs. A P. Spencer Of Os-
1aloosa, whose song appended better
Illustrated the temper of iowa Day"
In defence of the grand old state
she. was there moved to write these
lines afterward published:
"Dear Old Iowa.
Back to dear old Iowa
My thoughts will ever roam:
Back to dear old Iowa,
The state T claim az home.
love, you, dear old Iowa,
And will loyal to you be.
TO every blade Of grass.
To every grand old tree.
Chorus
Dear old Iowa, Iowa,
Inc state L KNOW a.
Of sweet and tender memories,
The best state ever known.
There are "acres of diamonds" in
Iowa,
In the mines and in the soil,
In the dear old state Of Iowa
I'd rather live and toll;
ZEN though we "freeze in winter"
And Gin the summer boil'-
For it's here we make the money
We spend in "Califor ia sunny"
Thoughts Of dear old Iowa, y
The morning. sparkling dews.
The air sweet clover laden,
The glorious sunset views;
The harvest moon so golden
AS she queenly rides through
space,
Call me back to Iowa,
On earth, the only place.
You may talk of flowers and sun
shine,
On the oceans briny deep,
IF the mountains in the distance,
Of the night so cool for sleep:
But to me they're no temptation
Give me birds and golden grain
The frost and cold Of winter,
The all important rain.
A native was trying to sell Iowa
remnants through the crowd. A
arge ear of corn and hog was
stamped upon them. An old granger
,yed the emblem and said, Hey
here, that is no Iowa hog" for it's
ong nose and thin bacon plainly in
Heated that. mo" he replied
this is not an Iowa hog we make
hem in Los Ang les" and we help
d them laugh.
We attended services in one Of our
Evangelical church in Los Angeles
sunday. Having met on other occa-
ions the pastor and his wife it was
. mutual pleasure to meet again.