Trench and camp. [volume] (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, 1918-01-23
Hooverizing in Augusta Households

I thrift have barred this useless luxury.
But thrift in the home goes even fur
| ther. | heard the other d Y of family
which had always carted the coal dust
out OF their BIN each summer and spread
1t over the back yard where it hardened
and made coed surface Now they are
digging up their back yard and burning
it. l withhold their name for. fear that
raid m ght be made on their private
coal mine. In other days the trash wag-
onS had much coal ashes with great
Jumps OF coke to haul away from the
homes Today these ashes are sifted,
ana the coke is mixed with coal dust,
making a fine subs titute for coal Homes
which usually keep several fires gong
are reduced to one fire in the house. In
our calling we have been entertained in
the Kitchen and the dining room, while
pariors and sitting rooms stand cold and
stiff. Ii fact there are few parlors in
Augusta tbs winter, for the coming OF
q host of charming PennSylya MIA mothers
and wives and sWeetheartS have COM
Wandered these useless rooms and
changed them into the abiding places
OF our guests. Today the young man
has hard time when he goes accounting,
for there is no place for him to pour
out his heart love except around the sit
ting-rooln or dining room fire, where the
rest of the family are obliged to sit.
SO boys, the people of Augusta are
practlctng thrift, and they are glad to
do tn and any other thing that is neces-
sary in order that we may win this war.
You men, who have given up your homes
and your businesses and are preparing
to go out and fight our battles for us
must have the best of everything and
you must have all that you need But
We feel sure that knowing how the whole
country is saving and Stintng and deny
ing themselves, the camps of cur land
will also practice economy and cut out
waste. Each soldier can do his bit in
| this way by avoiding waste of food
/ clean your plate, is motto for soldier
as well as civilian.
Many of us will he taken back to days
kof youth when we said our Friday after
noon speech by the following clever lit
tie parody on Twinkle Twinkle Little
STAR which was clipped from the ST,
John (Mich) News, which tells eloquent
~ Of the soaring price of our staple. the
potato:
To tho Potato.
Twinkle twinkle, little spud
As up among the clouds you scud.
| You are doubtless feeling gay,
Chasing round the milky way:
You have reached to such height
You are surely out of sight
Like a diamond now you seem.
In your price-and it's no dream.
Twinkle on another twink.
But you drive us all to drink
AS we chase for needful chnk
You are sailing rather high
As you wink your shriveled eye
UP there somewhere in the sky.
AS flyer, you're bird
But the price is quite absurd.
Spud SO mighty, though so small,
You make diggers of us all;
Farmers dig you with a hoe
| While the others dig for dough-
If you keep on. TIL be bound.
You'n bring bullion. pound for pound:
You'll fulfill the adage of old
| That you're worth your weight in gold
Tuber, since the coop you flew.
We have only longed for you;
| That our f1reside you forSook.
Broke our hearts and pocketboOk:
Never knew how we could love
| Till you left and went above
Never felt how dear you were
Till we paid four dollars per,
| Small potato, please come back,
In our lives there's such a lack.
For your presence as we pine
That our stomachs hit our spine.
We are tired of eating green's.
| Stewed pruneS, sauerkraut or beans:
'Tis for you alone we yearn,
Darling later please return!