The Democratic banner. (Mt. Vernon, Ohio) 1898-192?, 1914-03-27
ORIGINAL Poem
Read By Mrs. KlnSbury Be-
fore Pomona Grange

orange tne IODONiHB original poem
was read by Mrs. Kingsbury:
hardly know how my story to start
But what | say comes from my heart;
Aud, by the time I've finished this rhyme
You'T see I've hit the mark each time.
when we first to the country came
Each day and night seemed much the
II was work and worl, all day long.
Until we were too tired for even a song.
But something new came within our
For Aunt Lou asked us to join the
or course, we said we would be glad to
But we had to wait until we were
voted on--yes or no.
Then we were told some money to bring.
So our application would have the right
ring.
But-ah me! how little then we knew.
50 we were told to the grange hall to
With others The goat to ride-and then
some.
We were glad at last to get sign and pass
word,
And now the door is opened when our
knock Is heard.
Each time after the work the program
with plays, recitations, readings and
song,
"wag' often in the latter seems to ex-
cell.
But good cucumber stories he also can
tell
How 81 hundred of them grew on a small
space of ground,
And each one was nice shaped and
sound
The Dramatic club plays are the most fun
And are much enjoyed by everyone in
Sister Myers is mighty good leader for
Ably seconded. by those who her do as
sist
There's Miss Florence "Wag" and Broth,
er Myers, too,
who always are ready their portion to
do.
Some weeks ago a fine piano they bought
And now ready money is very much
sought,
SO up and down the countryside they go
Giving their plays and readings, Just SO.
About three or four weeks ago believe,
We We're told the annual word to receive
So Uncle Will-you know who | mean,
The old gentleman, always happy and
serene,
Wen, he with others got the work all
And vowed to remember come what
might.
A few minutes later the steward came
TO see if all the annual word could
sound.
sure said Uncle VIII, Il have it right
The word is pleasant" and that was as
near
AS he was able to come; so up to the mas
TO get the word for which he's been
sent
Aged Mr. Stinemetz Is surely father Of
Not so very large nor so very tall.
But what he knows about rules, bylaws
and such
Makes the rest of us feel we don't know
much.
He and faithful committee of three
Have labored early and late to see
If they couldn't shape up plans for
hall
and small.
But alas and alack! their efforts have
been without avail
And now the story of new hail TO
them has become quite stale.
Now that the new members are streaming
in,
We certainly need a new hall-worse
our family has become so large of late
We soon will have to hang them on the
tt surely is a shame and a disgrace as
well,
That everything is topsy-turvy and so
We're crowded up like sardines in can.
There isn't room for even another man.
Surely Clinton grange deserves "A better
So a new new building let's have to save the
disgrace,
our Worthy Master, Mr. Collins, by
Is strict o my But that's right just
Sometimes when we're tired and it's so
He makes us sing that last song-one
verse at any rate,
And when we have motion to make,
We must get to our feet-eVen though
they do ache
And when we wish from the room to de-
we must give the word or place our
hand on our heart.
But one night Pa Lauderbaugh was
sleepy and tired
And wanted to go home-or else he'd
expired.
So with hand to his nose, he left the
Made believe he had nose-bleed or he'd
been doomed.
| For he stepped through the door out III
the night air
| Without sign or password What dld ne
care?
| Sisters StinemetZ and Lauderbaugh are
old-timers, too,
But grange wouldn't seem right without
Then there's Sister Weller, our chaplain
| you know,
| who can be serious, but who can joke
| We are glad to know that she feels Sc
| very strong,
! Against tobacco in each and every form