The Era-leader. [volume] (Franklinton, La.) 1910-current, 1921-02-10
BY MRS. JOHN M. LOVE,

When the babies are fretfu we know what you do;
Turn and entertain wonderfully we'll
That wife at the club is contented to dwell
The delegates, too, how you smile and brush IN
When with US they come to linger and SUD-
When dues must be paid, and expenses come in
Right down in your pockets you reach for the tin.
When wife entertains, round the back way YOU 90
Ashamed your work clothes and your soed face to show
Did somebody mention Pershng and Foch?
Oh, they pigmies to you, by gosh!
Excuse this slang It slipped out you know.
And when it was gone, it just had to 20.
But Waverley husbands we tell you it's true
That Pershing and Foch as pgmies to vouI
And we feel in our hearts the deepest Distress
Because appreciation can never EXPRESS
Thinking things over in this dire state of feeling
There came to us all thought most appealing.
sour club life is so wonderfully helpful to u.s.
Why not urge our husbands plan to discuss
Whereby they, too may join in the band
OF organized brotherhoods over the land
Who meet often together, and in fellowship true
Pull as good work that's to dol"
This thought struck every one at IL blow
"Oh, they just must do it! 1t must be qoI
Our long martyred husbands a club shall have too
Where they shall all gather, their strength to renew
In fellowship good, and then wont our town
In prosperitys ranks burst into renownl"
So this party was planned with its thirty five FOUNDER
And didn't the price folks all astounder
"To the winds with economy, we cried, for this time
Our men deserve tne Des-nOW where is our rhvma
Excuse our mentioning the bird in this manner
When you guests, but then to think saner
"It's all in the family, you know anyway
SO what does it matter?" we can hear YOU saw
But, honestly though, laying all joking aside
Won't you organize now, whatever betide'
With Mems Board of Commerce. and old Wayerley too
What is there our township wouldn't dare to do?
Why we'll put some pop in pepper, and stiffness into
starch;
wo did ma
the march
Well show old Mr. Long back door cold and lean
Well laugh at Pink Bollweevi and Low Priced Cotton
seoundrel meant
That's another slip, our friends, we couldn't help
But it's ''poetic license you know little pep
We'll diversity, raise "feed and food, the farmers will
join in,
Oh, we're just anything upon the earth to VIM
The seers have long since taught there is such thing
But it's sense, and Judgment and good old honest
pluck.
Well help the picking actory raise products by the tom
Well have central mill-that will be just loads of unI
For the Yanks We'll teach to call for sugar.cane moasse
The high and low alike the rich and the masses.
Well make township shine with such gladstone beauty
That we'll keep children DEAR and they'll shirk
duty
They'll love to stay at home with its wholesome rural joys,
Away from Citys dangers, and wild disoordant noise
Why folks will u.s. and we'll welcome all who come
But we'll says IAN at the least you have to your
home,
For believe in garden plots, and lot Of lovely Trees
In big spaces just rest you and the flower scented breeze
We believe country life, in the rural home you know
We have every good thing aud bad then show
Oh the battles the brave tits true the vcors the strong
And and back things paong
In our onward march to heights of happiness supreme
Where we're capable Of enjoying Now you know this
dream
Let's catch the vision lovely Of City Beautiful sweet and clean
Let's follow where tead though the way be rough and mean
Let's whistle when the road Steep and emile when til long,
The fellow who wins out you know the fellow with the song
Let's speak only words of kindness to our struggling fellow
Wea sumbein journey toward the goal you understand
Do YOU know, dear friends, have hunch,
That the poet shades gathering; Indignation bunoh
There Shakespeare Bo Shelley and dear Longfelow too
So to close this silly jingle, there is nothing to DO
For can't you their awful grooming, their complaining
and their moaning9