Tag Archive for: J.W. Foley

THE DESPAIRING MUSE.

THE DESPAIRING MUSE. 359.6 Somebody has stolen the old garden | gate, The millwheel has gone to decay. The old oaken bucket is missing of late, It must have been taken away. The little red school house is wreck- ed and torn down, Neglected…

The Family Reading-Table

The Family Reading-Table. 344.4 Father's busy roading of "The Graft That's All About": Mother's wondering when the next magazine comes out; Aunty hasn't finished with "The Lifting of the r Lid," Little Johnny's busy with "The Life of Captain…
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An Old- Fashion Girl.

An Old- Fashion Girl. 582.1 Just an old-fashioned girl, of the kind that you know When your mothersat up to mend stockings for you With a ball of red yarn and a bag full of hose And a goose-eggish thing that slipped down in the toos. Just…

The Need Of The Hour

The Need of the Hour 502 Now Molly scrubs the kitchen clean And fumigates the food, She germicides the soup tureen And also boils the wood; And ere she goes, at twilight cool, To do the milking now, She boils her hands, the milking stool,…

THE MUCK-RAKER.

THE MUCK-RAKER. 468.6 He sang of the glory of cities, Of pillar and spire and mart; Of domes unreared and of God stiil feared, Of good in the human heart. He sang of the hopes, uplifting, Of duty made clear and clear, But they called…

REASSURED.

REASSURED. 390.1 In days of good King Theodore strange things did come to pass For puissant senators grow mild, like little boys at class; And at King Theodore's command would leap head first through rings, Sit up and beg. play dead, and…
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The Consumer’s Turn.

The Consumer's Turn. 467.5 For all these years I've suffered, but My turn has come at last; They stare at me in envy from The jails when I go past. I may have suffered from them, but I hold no angry hate, For vengeance comes to those of…

Song of the Remorseful Twilight

Song of the Remorseful Twilight. 179.3 sumtimes wenn u are kummen hoam at nite frum playen hookey nuthen semes uz brite uz it did in the mornen wenn u hurd temtashuns voyce that kum to u ann sturd ure eavul pashuns up ann then uno how…

After the Years.

After the Years. 410.2 When you went back to the old home place had the mountain become a hill? Had the raging river your boyhood knew shrunk down to a peaceful rill? Were the monster trees in the old front yard but half of their former size? Was…

Dreams

Dreams. 176.8 If the iceman should come to me some day, While weighing out a plece at my back door, And, dropping it upon the porch, should say: "It was so cold last year and year before, The crop is long and we have cut the price"- If he…

THE MENACE OF REFORM.

THE MENACE OF REFORM. 447.1 When the plaints of the reformers bring about the childless flat, When the women of the future deign to wear the birdless hat, When the magazines, muck-rakelens, tell about the germtess beef, When the Fourth is…